Coaching His Babygirl by Rory Reynolds

Chapter Two

Cooper

The last personI expected to see in the club tonight is Melinda Young. What on earth is my sweet band teacher doing here? How did she even get inside? Only members and their guests are allowed inside.

Tessa leads her towards me with wide, almost panicked eyes. I try to stay calm, but this is not how I envisioned introducing her to The Playground. And trust me, I have imagined it often. I’ve kept my desires hidden because Mel is as vanilla as they come. Shy, sweet, beautiful… she’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but so far out of my reach it’s almost painful.

“Mel, is something wrong?” I ask, trying to draw her attention to me instead of the rest of the club. She’s not focused on me at all. Her eyes wander around the room with what looks like wide-eyed wonder. I put a knuckle under her chin and lightly guide her eyes to mine. “Mel?”

“Flat tire,” she mumbles, her eyes wandering again.

“Eyes on me, kitten.”

That gets her attention. I didn’t mean to say it, but her being here and curious as a kitten, the endearment just rolled off my tongue. It feels damn good too.

“You got a flat? Why didn’t you call someone?”

“I forgot my phone,” she says, flushing with embarrassment. “I thought this was a… playground for children.”

Her head turns to the large playground equipment where littles are playing happily. I try to see it through vanilla eyes and can only imagine what she’s thinking.

“What is this place?” she asks, sounding more than curious… maybe a little in awe.

Tessa looks between the two of us and winces. She knows Mel is as vanilla as they come and obviously doesn’t envy me the upcoming conversation.

Ransom comes up and grabs Tessa by the arm. “Let’s give them some privacy, brat.”

Usually, Tessa would protest Ransom’s heavy-handedness, but this time she quickly makes her escape. Traitor.

With a hand on Mel’s lower back, I lead her to a quiet corner, keeping her in the bar area, the most vanilla part of the club. Mel walks with her head turned, doing her best to see everything she can. She nearly bumps into someone, and I tuck her into my side. I’m thankful that the club is fairly quiet tonight because there’s an open barstool at the end of the bar.

I lift her onto the stool and stand in front of her, blocking her view of the rest of the club. She looks up at me with big blue-gray eyes.

“What is this place?” she asks again.

“This is an exclusive club.”

“What kind?”

Of course, a vague answer would never satisfy her curiosity, but it was worth a try. I rub my hand on the back of my neck, unsure exactly how much to tell her. What will satisfy her curiosity without shocking her?

“Have you heard of BDSM?” I ask, starting at the most basic of questions.

Her cheeks heat with a pretty pink blush, and her eyes move from mine down to my chest.

“Have you?” I repeat.

Mel nods shyly. “I’ve read books…”

“Well, this is a specialty club for a specific subset of the BDSM lifestyle.”

She blinks up at me and shifts on her seat, trying to look past me every bit the curious kitten.

“What kind?” she asks, licking her berry pink lips.

“The Playground is for daddy doms and littles.”

She licks her lips again, interest flaring in her eyes. Surely that isn’t interest… I have to be imagining it—wishful thinking, perhaps.

“Do you know what that means?”

“Yes…” she nods and tries to look past me again.

I grip her chin more firmly than before. “Eyes on me, curious kitten.”

“Sorry,” she murmurs.

“Don’t apologize for your curiosity, but I need to make sure you understand what you’re seeing.”

Her eyes widen, and she looks at me like a lightbulb just went off in her mind. “Are you a dominant or a submissive?”

I laugh a full belly laugh, and Mel pouts up at me prettily. I want to kiss that pout from her lips.

“I’m all dominant, babygirl.”

“Oh,” she says, breathless, her eyes dilated with what looks like desire. “You’re a daddy?”

My cock is instantly hard behind my zipper at that word falling from her sweet lips. I want to kiss off the taste of every syllable.

“Yes,” I growl, stepping between her legs. She gasps at my nearness and licks her lips. Her eyes are wide and her breaths shallow, but she doesn’t say anything.

“What are you thinking, kitten?”

Her cheeks heat with a blush again, and I have a feeling that I know exactly what’s on her mind and it’s the same thing that’s on mine. My thoughts are confirmed when she licks her lips and looks from my eyes to my lips. She wants me to kiss her. The temptation is great, but somehow I manage to withstand it.

“I like you calling me that.” She gasps and covers her mouth like she’s shocked the words came out of her lips.

I chuckle at her honesty and adorableness. “I like calling you that, sweet Mel.”

She’s quiet for a minute. I want nothing more than to show her everything the club can offer her but know it’s too soon and may never happen despite my desires. Just because the curvy band teacher has had my cock rock-hard for the last three years doesn’t mean anything.

She’s vanilla and as innocent as the day she was born. She deserves better than a jaded man fifteen years her senior. Though the way she’s looking at me right now makes me wonder if she could want me as badly as I want her. I shake my head, washing that thought from my mind.

“Let’s go get your car fixed up.”

She nods, licking those plump lips of hers again, her eyes still on mine.

I lift her carefully from the stool and guide her away from the bar and toward the lobby and exit. Mel takes in everything she can as we walk. Her lips turn down in a pout when we are finally outside. She definitely wants to spend more time in the club. A little part of me is hopeful that she would like to explore things.

“Where’d you break down?”

She points to the left. “A couple blocks that way.”

“You walked in this neighborhood in the dark? Alone?” I growl. “I should put you over my knee.”

She gasps in outrage… or maybe it’s longing because she looks far from upset about my threat.

“Or maybe my innocent kitten would like her punishment,” I murmur teasingly in her ear.

She lets out a shuddering sigh, and I start questioning how vanilla she really is. Maybe Mel has secrets too.

“No more walking alone at night, young lady.”

“I-I forgot my phone. What was I supposed to do?” she asks, sounding contrite.

I grow lowly. “No more forgetting your phone either.”

She nods her head but looks down at her toes looking every bit the chastised little girl. My cock responds instantly to her demure behavior. I lead her to my truck and help her inside. I reach across her, the back of my hand lightly rubbing across her breasts as I stretch the belt over her lap. She shivers, her nipples pebbling beneath the thin material of her shirt.

I can’t hold back my low groan. If she were mine, I would tease those nipples into hard peaks until she’s whimpering for more. But… she’s not mine. Not yet.

“I can do that,” she complains as I click the belt into place.

“So can I,” I say softly, letting her know I want to take care of her in this way.

Mel’s lips tip up in a shy smile. “Thank you,” she whispers.

I shut her safely in the truck and walk around to the driver’s side. She’s quiet as we drive towards her car. It’s not an uncomfortable silence. I can tell she’s just trying to absorb what she’s seen tonight. I want to ask her what’s on her mind but now isn’t the time or place. She needs time to absorb everything before I start probing for her thoughts.

We get to her car, and I pull in behind it. Her rear passenger tire is flat just like she said. “Stay here, and I’ll get you fixed up.”

She hands me the keys to her car, and even though I can see the protest hanging on her lips, she doesn’t vocalize it. I have to bite back the ‘good girl’ that I instinctually want to call her. That part of me deep inside who hopes beyond hope that she was intrigued by the club and wants to know more. Lord knows I want to show her everything.

I make quick work of getting her tire replaced with her spare. “All fixed. You’ll need to get a new tire so you aren’t without a spare,” I tell her after I open the truck door.

“I will. Thanks for helping me,” she says shyly. She unbuckles her seatbelt, and I help her down from the truck and guide her to her car, opening the door for her.

“No need to thank me.” Her cheeks flush pink, and it’s the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen. Unable to help myself, I lightly brush my fingertips over her pink cheek. “It was my pleasure, kitten.”

Mel’s lips tip up in a small smile before she climbs into the car. “Buckle up.” She does what I say immediately, like the good girl she is. “I’m going to follow you home to make sure you get there safely.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Coop.”

“I do. If something happens, you don’t have a phone to call for help.”

She chews her lower lip then nods. “Thank you.”

“What did I say about thanking me?”

“That I don’t have to.”

“That’s right. It’s always going to be my pleasure to do things for you.”

I close her in the car, hating that our time together is over. She starts her car, waiting until I start my truck to pull away—such a good girl. Mel drives carefully home and pulls into the driveway of a cute little bungalow-style house that suits her perfectly. I park on the curb and watch her until she’s safely inside her house. She gives me a little wave before closing the door.