Coaching His Babygirl by Rory Reynolds
Chapter Four
Cooper
My cock hardensbehind my zipper at the adorable blush on Mel’s cheeks. Not to mention the plump lip she’s got trapped between her teeth. I want to rescue that lip with my mouth and kiss away the sting of her teeth. I want to kiss her breathless. I know I need to approach her cautiously, but the desire to rush headlong into this thing is tempting.
“Good?” she answers like it’s a question.
“Are you really?” I ask with a raised brow.
She nods. “Yeah, really. I have to admit, I am still curious about, well, everything that happened last night.”
I’m taken a little off-guard at her bold statement. I half expected her to shy away from this conversation. “You can ask me anything, kitten.”
“How does it work?” she asks boldly.
“It’s different for everyone. There are a lot of different kinds of daddy doms and littles.”
“What kinds?”
I swallow thickly, getting turned on by such a simple conversation is beneath me, really. It’s just being so close to Mel and her sweet honeysuckle scent. “Well, there are those people who participate in age play. The little’s regress to a different age and sometimes all the way to baby age. The daddies and even mommies like to take care of them and nurture them and their regressed ages.”
Mel scrunches up her nose, telling me that is definitely not something she is interested in, which makes me happy to no end because I’m not one to be into age play either.
“Then there are brats—that one is pretty self-explanatory—you have babygirls who are sweet and total pleasers. Really, there aren’t any rules. You can be whatever you want to be. Some are a little bit of everything. It’s all about doing what feels right and what makes you happy.”
“What about you? What kind of daddy are you?” she asks with an edge of boldness, but her words are laced with shyness.
My already thickening cock hardens to full mast at the question. My kitten wants to know what kind of daddy dom I am. Is it too much to hope that she’s curious because she wants to explore this new world with me?
“I like good little girls who like to be punished even if they haven’t misbehaved. I like to spoil and pamper my babygirl.”
Mel’s eyes dilate, and she licks her lips. Her breath shudders from between parted lips. She’s turned on by my words. Definitely promising.
“Oh… that sounds…” She tucks her hair behind her ear and shifts on her feet, showing her nerves.
“It sounds?” I prompt, desperate to know her answer.
“Amazing. Your girlfriend must love it.”
Is that jealousy I hear? No need for jealousy, little kitten, I think to myself.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“You don’t? Why not? That’s crazy. You’re…” she waves her hands up and down my body.
“I’m what?” I ask, not really expecting an answer. I know I’m pushing her hard, but I can’t seem to help it.
“You’re you. All fit and hot. I mean, look at you,” she sputters.
I chuckle. “I’m certainly me.”
She shakes her head. “I just don’t understand how you’re single. I saw all those women at the club last night. I saw how they look at you.” She sounds totally flabbergasted.
“I could ask you the same thing.” I raise a brow.
She scoffs. “I’m not a troll or anything, but I’m totally not on your level of hotness.”
“I’m waiting for the woman I want to be ready for me,” I say honestly.
It’s my turn to look her up and down with desire. I admire her curves that she usually hides under her long skirts and dresses. The pants she’s wearing right now cling to her curves like a second skin. Her shirt is hanging off one shoulder, exposing the long line of her neck. I want to kiss and taste her skin.
I want to tease her until she’s moaning and begging me for more. I close my eyes and take a steadying breath. Not yet. Now is not the time.
“Who?” she asks, seeming agitated at the thought of what my answer will be.
“I don’t think you’re ready to hear that answer just yet.”
She blushes bright pink. Instead of pushing for an answer, she changes the subject back to the club. “What happens at the club?” she asks bravely, almost brazen.
“Want me to show you my curious kitten?”
For a moment, I think she’s going to say no and will lose all the bravery she’s mustered up to speak so openly with me. She licks her lips hesitating—thinking. I like that she’s weighing her options and not just diving into something recklessly no matter how much I want her to say yes. It’s good that she’s taking her time.
She continues to chew on her bottom lip as she shifts on her feet. I can see the no on her lips, but the yearning in her eyes screams ‘yes.’
“It will be a tour,” I say, easing her worries. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. Everything at the club is consensual. They even have monitors who watch and protect the club members.”
She nods, acknowledging my words, but I can still see her waffling with indecision.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she responds with zero hesitation.
“Then trust me, Melinda. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She gives me a shy smile. “Okay, yes. I do trust you.”
“Tonight,” I say, deciding I don’t want to give her any time to back down or change her mind. “I’ll pick you up and six.”
I drop a chaste kiss to the top of her head, then let myself out.