Coaching His Babygirl by Rory Reynolds

Chapter Five

Melinda

The feelingof the press of Coop’s lips on me lingers long after he’s gone. It takes me a while to realize what I’ve agreed to. It’s Sunday. I should be finishing my laundry, watching baking shows while reading one of my naughty romance books. I definitely shouldn’t be living one of my naughty romances.

It seems crazy to know that I’ll be living the life of one of my favorite heroines before long. Panic flares at that thought. What on earth did I agree to? With Cooper Crane, nonetheless. The man I’ve crushed on for years is going to take me to a BDSM club and show me around.

How is this my life?

My mind decides that answering that question is way too complicated. Instead, it moves right along to stressing about what to wear tonight. It’s then I realize that Coop saw me in my sloppy Sunday clothes. Embarrassment burns through me, but then I remember the way he looked at me, and warmth replaces the embarrassment. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me up more than once. Surely he didn’t find anything wrong with my outfit.

Now, what do I wear to a sex club? I saw what everyone else wore last night, but none of that is me. I can’t even see myself wearing something so provocative. I’m blushing at the very thought of myself in such skimpy clothes.

I take a deep breath and do something I rarely ever do—send a text to Darlene.

Help! What do I wear to the club? Coop is taking me tonight!

Her reply is almost instant. He is? Yay! Just wear something comfortable.

Ugh. That’s no help. My regular clothes are comfortable, and I felt so out of place last night it wasn’t funny. I dig through my closet, pushing aside all of my dresses and skirts. My typical attire isn’t at all what someone would wear to a club like The Playground. Or any club for that matter. I finally land on the few pairs of jeans I have in the back of my closet and pull out a dark skinny pair, then find a pretty pink blouse to go with it. It’s not fancy, but I’m comfortable and feel pretty. I decide to put on a light coating of mascara and some lip gloss. I’m not a big makeup wearer, but a little can go a long way to making a girl feel good about herself.

The day seems to both drag on and speed by at the same time. By five thirty, my nerves are shot. Thankfully at six on the dot, my doorbell rings. I open the door without even checking to see who it is. I’m so on edge, and my mind is hardly on safety.

“You need to check to see who is at the door,” Coop growls. “It’s not safe to just open the door like that.”

“Sorry. I normally do. I’m just excited,” I confess with a blush.

“It’s okay, kitten. Just be more careful next time.”

I nod my head, lacing my fingers in front of me as I try to hide a little of my exuberance.

Cooper’s eyes rove over me, and he licks his lips. “You look amazing,” he growls, low and sexy.

I feel flushed and pleased by his compliment. “Thanks. Is this okay? I asked Darlene, and she said to just pick something comfortable.”

He reaches out and pulls me close and brushes his lips lightly on mine. “You’re perfect.”

“Thanks,” I breathe against his lips.

He leads me out of the house, giving me a moment to lock up before he’s guiding me to his truck. Just like last night, he helps me inside and buckles my belt. This time I don’t argue and don’t thank him, I just smile happily at his careful treatment.

The drive starts out quiet as dozens of questions flit through my mind, and none of them are about the club. Cooper thinks I look perfect. He kissed me. Is this a date? Or just two friends going to a club? He kissed me!

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” he asks.

My first knee-jerk reaction is to come up with something on the fly and hide my actual thoughts. Then I remember we are on our way to a sex club. If I can’t be translucent about my thoughts right now, when can I be?

“You kissed me.”

“I did,” he answers plainly.

“Why?”

“Because you’re irresistible, kitten.”

“Oh…” I say stupidly, my fingers touching my lips as if I could hold his kiss there forever.

“Did you not like it?” he asks.

I blush. “I really liked it. Too much probably,” I whisper.

“There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to us.”

I’m not sure what to say to that. I’m saved from having to respond when we pull into the parking lot of the club. He helps me from the truck, this time lifting me out and letting my body slide down his. I shiver with desire at the touch of his hard body against my softer one. It’s like this whole night is building up to the biggest tease ever. First the kiss, now this seemingly innocent touch.

He grasps my hand, threading his fingers through mine as he leads me into the club. The same woman from last night lets us inside. I take in the club through knowing eyes. The shellshock from last night is gone.

“Let’s start over here,” he says, guiding me towards the almost empty seating area I walked past last night on my way to the bar.

The club seems a lot less busy than last night. Probably because it’s a Sunday. I wonder if that’s why he decided to show me around today? If so, it’s very thoughtful so that I don’t get overwhelmed.

“This is a meeting area of sorts,” he explains. “Mostly singles come and hang out here to let people know they are looking for a play partner for the evening.”

He doesn’t linger long and leads me to the bar, which I’m already acquainted with. He points out a doorway I didn’t notice last night, explaining it’s a second entrance to the restaurant we ate at last night. Knowing that the restaurant is an extension of the club makes sense.

“I wondered about how provocatively everyone was dressed last night. No wonder. It makes so much sense now. I wish I had known before though, I felt so out of place.”

Coop turns to face me. “You never have to feel about of place here. That’s the point of this club. It’s a safe space for everyone.”

“My normal clothes aren’t really something that fits in here.”

“You look beautiful in anything you wear. There’s no dress code. You can wear whatever makes you comfortable and feel good.”

I nod but don’t say anything. I’m honestly not sure how to respond. He called me beautiful. That one word is a whole lot to unpack.

The next area he leads me to looks like a toy store threw up. It’s every child’s dream come true. “This is where littles can come to play with each other or with their daddies.”

I look at every station curiously but feel zero pull to any of the toys. I have read a lot of books with littles who play with toys, but when faced with it in reality, it does nothing for me.

“Do you want to explore?” he asks, motioning towards the play area.

I shake my head. “No, thank you. This doesn’t appeal to me at all.”

He puts his hand on my lower back and leads me to the next area. My eyes widen as I take in all the BDSM equipment that I’ve only read about.

“This is the punishment area. Well, and play of a different kind.” He winks at me slyly.

I swallow thickly and blush when I notice a woman standing in one of the partitions that look like corners. Her skirt is rucked up around her waist, her red bottom is on full display. My core clenches at the sight. I hardly notice the man in leather pants sitting to the side with elbows on knees and chin rested on his tented fingers. He’s obviously watching over his submissive which makes me feel strange.

My skin feels like it’s too tight for my body. My imagination runs away with itself as I think of myself in her position. Instead of her spanked bottom on display, it’s my spanked bottom. I’d stand there with tears in my eyes feeling thoroughly chastised and contrite for whatever offense I committed.

“Do you like what you see?” Coop rumbles in my ear.

Part of me wants to deny it. I shouldn’t like seeing some stranger’s butt, and yet… that other part of me wants to experience it for myself.

Once again, I decide to go with blunt honesty. “Yes… I think I do.”

He leans in even closer. His lips brush my ear as he speaks, “Does the thought of being punished turn you on? Or is it the idea of being on display for everyone to see what a naughty girl you are?”

I groan my pussy clenching and soaking my panties at the dirty picture he’s painting. It’s totally both. I never thought I’d be turned on by the idea of being on display. In fact, I think I shouldn’t be feeling anything like this. I’m a virgin for crying out loud. I’m definitely not feeling like the shy virgin right now.

Not in the slightest.

I’m hot and needy. Turned on more than I’ve ever been before. Ready to climb Cooper like a tree and kiss him senseless. Thoughts that I never would’ve conceived of before last night are running rampant in my mind. My imagination has gone completely bonkers.

“Both… definitely both,” I admit breathlessly.