Coaching His Babygirl by Rory Reynolds
Chapter Six
Cooper
After showingMel the punishment area, I turn her attention to the club's centerpiece and what gave it its name, the playground.
“It’s fairly obvious that this is the playground,” I say, sweeping my hand to encompass the entire space where littles of every kind let their little selves out to play. Not only those who like age play, but even littles who don’t have any desire to revert to younger years have fun here.
Mel giggles at seeing the few people who are playing currently. Once again, I find myself pleased that our tour is happening on the slowest day of the week. Sunday nights can get busy, but not usually this early.
“Do you want to play?” I ask, noting that she’s showing some interest.
“Not tonight,” she says shyly.
Not tonight.I can’t help but hope that her words mean there will be other times in the future that she’ll come to the club.
“Okay, let me know if you change your mind.” I drop a kiss to the top of her head. I decide to hold off on showing her the private rooms. I don’t want to give her the wrong idea after pushing for her trust. Instead I lead her back to the bar so we can sit and talk.
Tessa is at the bar serving another couple when we walk up. She sees first me, then Mel, and smiles welcomingly at her.
“Hey guys, I’ll be right with you.”
I lift Mel onto a barstool making her gasp adorably. I don’t take my own seat, choosing instead to stand protectively beside her. Not that she’s in any danger here. It’s just me showing my possessiveness to anyone who might dare glance her way.
Tessa walks up with a big smile. “Hey ya, Mel. So good to see you again,” she says happily.
“Hi.” Mel blushes. I can tell a little of her shyness is sneaking back to the surface. Shyness that she hasn’t shown around me tonight. She’s been brave and bold. I love that she trusts me enough to show me that side of herself.
“What can I get you?” Tessa asks, not pushing Mel into a conversation which I appreciate. Tessa usually has all the grace of a bull in a china shop when she’s curious about something, and I can definitely see the wheels turning when it comes to Mel.
“The usual for me. What would you like, kitten?”
Mel practically melts into her stool at the endearment. As it is, she leans into me slightly, telling me without words that she likes it.
“Can I have a Shirley Temple with extra cherries?”
“Of course, princess. You can have whatever you want.”
Tessa quickly makes our drinks, giving Mel triple the cherries stuck on swizzle sticks inside the pink liquid. Mel smiles in delight as she picks up the first stick and pops a cherry into her mouth.
“Thanks, Tessa,” she says as she eats another ruby red cherry.
“Anytime, doll,” Tessa says before making herself scarce. Usually she would stick around and chat, but she’s wisely opted to give us our space.
I let Mel have a few minutes to decompress after her tour of the club. It’s a lot to take in for a veteran BDSMer, let alone people who have lived their lives thinking they’re vanilla.
Mel eats another cherry; a drop of juice lingers on her plump lip, and I want nothing more than to lick it off. Her pink tongue sweeps out before I can give in to the temptation.
“So, what do you think of the club?”
“Honestly?”
“I always want your honest opinion,” I say, slightly scolding her for even thinking about holding back.
“I feel a little like Ariel when she first gets her legs. It’s like a whole new world has been opened up to me.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen The Little Mermaid, but I definitely get the reference.
“Do you have any questions?”
She looks at me like I’m an idiot before she wipes the expression from her face. Of course she has questions. I deserve every bit of that look.
“How do you find a daddy?” she asks, blushing as red as the cherries she’s been snacking on. “You know if someone were looking for that kind of thing.”
The question knocks me for a loop. I don’t have time to respond before she’s asking a bevy of questions.
“How does it all work? What do you like? How do I know what I like? Honestly, I have so many questions I don’t know where to start.”
My cock is as hard as a fucking rock. I’ve never been so turned on by simple questions before. Hell, I’ve never been so turned on, period.
“Oh, kitten,” I growl. “You don’t have to worry about looking for a daddy because I’m right here.”
Mel’s eyes widen, and her lips part on a gasp. It takes every bit of my self-control to not fall on her like a starving man. I want to kiss her. I want to touch her lush body. I want to mark her as mine so every motherfucker knows she’s all mine. I want to spank her pretty ass for even considering looking anywhere but at me for a daddy.
I want it all.