Page 7 of Rough Daddy (REAL DADDIES: Boone Brothers #5)

Six

Beau

M y cock is straining against my zipper hard enough to leave permanent damage. "Before we start, there are rules."

"Rules?" She’s breathing fast. Keeping her thighs together, her little toes curling as her eyes stay pinned on me.

"Rule one: You do exactly what I tell you.

No hesitation." I tap the blue tip of the device under her chin, watching her lashes flutter.

"Rule two: You tell me how everything feels. If I say, ‘touch it to your clit and tell me how it feels,’ I don’t want you to just say, ‘Good,’ or some shit.

I want how it feels, down into your soul. "

She nods, and Christ, the way she's looking at me makes me feel like a fucking king. Like I'm some kind of authority on pleasure instead of a bastard who's been jerking off to her content for months.

Little does she know I have no more experience with this than she does. What woman would want to put herself in danger with me? What woman would risk being bruised by clumsy fingers, or broken by the weight and strength of a bear?

Until her.

“Spread your legs, princess.” I push the vibe into her hand, then step back. “Hike up that skirt and get those legs wide.”

She hesitates, only for a second, then her knees part, and Christ on the cross…

the world starts to spin. I can’t breathe, I can’t think.

I just stare . The damp patch on her plain white panties is impossible to miss.

It’s calling to me. Fuck, I can smell her, I swear it. I want to dive in and feast.

“Look at me,” I husk, and when those wide, glistening Irish-coffee eyes snap up, I have to hold back a roar. “Touch it against your pussy.”

“Shouldn’t I… You know, turn it on first? Or take my panties off?”

“No. What didn’t you understand about do as you’re told ?”

Her lips fall open, eyes wide and obedient as she lines it up. I swear that damp patch is growing as she licks her lips, making them shine under the kitchen lights. The blue gadget rests against her wet spot, and she starts to drag it back and forth.

“Now, press your finger to the button on the end, hold it down for ten seconds.” I take a few deep breaths to calm myself as her finger moves and presses onto the power button.

At first nothing happens, then she gasps, her tiny body jerks, and her eyes squeeze shut.

“Tell me.” I clench my teeth. “Tell me what just happened.”

Her voice is breathy. “My… it’s vibrating. It touched me just there. It felt like… a shock or an electric jolt.”

“It touched your clit, baby girl.” I lick my lips, feeling like a lecherous old man for ordering this young girl to perform for me. But I don’t feel bad enough to stop it. “Do it again. Press it harder, right there where you have it, right where all those nerve endings are begging for more.”

“Oh, God...” She bucks, knees flying outward. Her chest rises and falls. Christ, she’s eating it up. Every hitched breath tightens my cock until I see white at the edges of my vision. Rules be damned, I step closer, ready to claw my fingers into her hip… then rip back before I lose control.

“ Stop ,” I bark when she starts to move it in a circle. “Rule three.” The command claws at my raw insides as I step forward and grab the device from her hand. “You finish only when I say.” I watch her gulp air. “And rule four. Whatever happens in this kitchen stays between us. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Sir. Every time she says it, my resolve weakens. She has no idea what that word does to me. What she does to me.

“Sir is nice there, baby, but it’s Daddy who teaches his little girl all the important things in life. So when I’m teaching you to use a fucking sex toy, you’ll call me fucking Daddy, got it?”

Her lips move without a sound, but her eyes tell me she heard.

Then she mouths, ‘ Daddy,’ and I damn near pass the fuck out.

"Good girl." I hold up the vibe, running my fingers over the damp tip, the quiet vibration filling the space between us. "Now get those fucking panties off."

Her breath catches, but she slides them down her legs without argument.

The white cotton sticks to the insides of her thighs, but she drags them down over her knees and to her feet.

Before she can let them fall to the floor, I step forward and snatch them from her toes, bringing them to my face for a long, desperate inhale before shoving them into my pocket.

“These are mine now.”

When she spreads her legs again without asking, I nearly lose my goddamn mind.

She’s pink and perfect and already glistening. There’s a hint of light curls, reminding me of the caramel-colored waves that used to define her image.

She’s got lust in her eyes and my razor-thin control nearly snaps.

"So fucking wet," I observe, handing her back the toy. "Tell me why."

Her shaking fingers take it from me and I pull back before we can touch.

"Because..." She bites her lip, cheeks flushing. "Because the way you look at me makes me want to do things."

She needs me. The thought pounds in my head. She needs my protection. She’s seen how harsh the world can be. How it can turn on you. She needs a warrior between her and everything else out there.

She’s staring and I realize I must look like a crazy man standing here, silent, as she holds a vibrating sex toy, waiting for instructions.

"You’re going to come for me. But I'm not going to touch you."

The disappointment that flashes across her face makes me want to roar. She wants my hands on her. My mouth. My cock buried so deep inside she won’t walk right for a week.

But I know what happens when I touch soft things. They break.

"Why?" she whispers.

"Because I don't trust myself not to hurt you." The truth scrapes out of my throat like broken glass. "And because you're going to learn that Daddy can make you come harder with this and my voice than any man ever could with his hands."

It's a lie and we both know it. But it's the only way I can give her what she needs without destroying her in the process.

"Start slow." I press the vibe into her hand, my voice steadier than I feel. "Just rest it down in that wet pink mess you made for me. Don't move it yet. Just let it sit there."

She follows my instructions, and the soft gasp that escapes her lips makes my vision blur.

I've watched this woman on a screen for months, but nothing prepared me for seeing how fucking beautiful she is up close.

The way her back arches. How her free hand grips the granite like she needs something to anchor her.

"Lie back," I bark. She obeys instantly, trembling. Perfect. “Put your feet on the edge of the counter and spread as wide as you can.”

She hesitates for a second, but then does as I say, lying back like an obscene porno. Jesus, I’m sick.

My cock aches, watching her pink tongue dart out to lick her full lips as she waits patiently for my instructions. My permission.

"Now you’re going to put it inside," I order. "Slow."

She bites down on that perfect bottom lip as the tip breaches her. I grab myself through the denim, desperate for some friction, some relief.

Christ. The delicate, unsure way her little hips start to rock upward is so innocent.

"Faster, baby. A little harder." Her breathing stutters. “It doesn’t hurt, does it? I don’t want that cherry torn.”

Her head flings back and forth. “No. Doesn’t hurt. Just… I’ve never put something inside me. Not even…” Her voice falls away, her eyes clinging to mine as I step to her side, giving myself a better view of her face while not losing the main attraction between her legs.

“Not even what?” I growl.

I watch her throat move when she swallows a moan. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re lying on my kitchen counter like I’m about to give you a fucking Pap smear. You can tell me anything, baby. In fact, rule five, you tell me everything .”

“I’ve never even used…” She squeezes her eyes shut as the vibrator moves inside her another inch. “A tampon!”

She really is a fucking virgin. My patience starts to unravel.

"Feel me," I hiss when her muscles clamp down convulsively around the toy. "You’re soaking it. Dripping for me. Push it in just a little more. You want to play with that toy for Daddy, don’t you? Show him what a big girl you can be?"

That does it. Apparently, ‘Daddy’ is her go word, because she’s flexing and twisting, moaning as her thighs slap together, trapping the toy between them when it dawns on me…

I’m at the edge of the counter in a breath. “Let go of the toy, right fucking now.”

Her eyes are half slits, glazed, but she’s running on muscle memory as her hand falls away. I reach under her bent legs and take control of the vibrating toy.

Fuckkkkkkkk . That’s all it takes. Holding that fucking thing, her knees fall open without any order from me, her eyes fixed onto mine.

“Push it in a little more, Daddy,” she whispers, biting her lip. “Please.”

Fire surges through me as I pump the tip of the toy into her tight little opening. She’s so fucking beautiful. My urge to mark her body inside and out is like a pounding drum inside me.

“Daddy’s going to push a lot more than this inside you, princess. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Sit on Daddy’s lap and bounce on his cock like a little girl should?”

She goes off again. Jesus, she’s so fucking sexy. Her body adds a gush of liquid heaven all over my fucking fingers, dousing the toy and spraying on the countertop.

She just squirted. Fucking heaven on earth. I want to bend down and lap up all that sweetness.

She sags against the counter, legs shaking. The scent hits me like a fist to the gut, my dick flexing as my balls tighten and my vision turns white.

Holding that damn vibrator inside her, her cum wet on my hand, her sounds in my ears, I lose it.

The tingle starts but within a second, I’m doubled over. The strongest orgasm of my life makes my pulse pound in my ears. Blinding pleasure floods every synapse.

My fists curl. I’m too damn close to crossing this line and yanking out that silicone, replacing it with something real.

"Beau—"

"Daddy."

"D-Daddy..." Her voice cracks, and I drag the toy from her soaking opening. I want to be that toy, but I’ll take this instead.

I step around her legs, easing the toy to her lips, holding it there while her eyes snap wide.

"Look at me," I demand. She does, pupils blown until there’s no brown left. "You’re perfect. You’re mine. Now lick it."

There’s a beat of hesitation. " Now ." I smirk on a satisfied snort when her tongue darts out, licking her nectar from the toy. "That’s just lesson one."

But I have no real idea who’s teaching who.

She has no idea who I really am. No idea I've been studying her for months, memorizing every expression, every laugh, every moment of vulnerability she shared with that camera.

But right now, in my kitchen, she's performing just for me.

And I'm never letting her go.