Coaching His Babygirl by Rory Reynolds
Chapter Seven
Melinda
Holy crap.Did I just say all that? Where did this bold version of myself come from? I would normally never ask such a thing, and yet, here I am, asking Coop how to find a daddy dom. Not only that but I asked what he likes!
I have no clue what’s gotten into me other than temporary insanity. It’s the only explanation. I’m busy internally freaking out when Cooper says the unexpected. With a low, sexy as fuck growl, he tells me that I won’t need to look for a daddy because he’s right here.
My panties literally melt right off my body in a puddle of desire for the man who now has his big hands on my hips and is stepping between my legs. He’s so close I can smell the smoke and wood scent of the alcohol on his breath and the overwhelmingly masculine scent of his cologne.
Without waiting for my response, his lips find mine in a searing hot kiss. The scruff of his chin abrades my skin, adding another layer of pleasure to our first kiss. His tongue teases at my lips, and I open for him. My lips part on a sigh. His tongue delves inside, slicking against mine. My hands fist in his shirt and I pull him closer. He steps between my legs until I can feel him hot and hard against me.
Everyday Melinda is freaking out right now. The Melinda of today is hungry for more. Today’s me is opening her mouth and kissing the man of her dreams back with fervor. I moan into his lips when his hands thread through my hair and grip it tightly making sure I can’t escape, not that I would ever want to.
When we break apart, we are both gasping for breath. His dark eyes study me for a long moment before he dives back in for another kiss. I rock against his erection wantonly, seeking pleasure that I know only he can give me. He grips my hips keeping me still.
Someone laughs boisterously, dragging me back to the here and now. I pull away, feeling flushed with both desire and embarrassment. I look past Coop and realize no one is paying attention to us. It dawns on me that this is a sex club. While the kiss rocked my world, it is like nothing to the rest of the members. No one even noticed my entire world shifting realities.
I make the decision here and now to let go of all of my inhibitions and to go for what I really want.
“Play with me?” As soon as I utter the words, I want to call them back. I’m a braver version of myself, but that might be a bit too far. “Unless you don’t want to…” I quickly add, giving him an out.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” he growls, looking disappointed.
My pussy clenches at that low, feral sound. Is he right? Am I rushing into something I’m not ready for? Yes, it’s fast, but I don’t feel rushed or pressured.
“There’s only one way to find out,” I say, sounding breathless and needy.
Once again, I find myself wondering who I am and where this side of myself came from. I decide I don’t really care where it’s coming from, just that I like it.
I squeal when Coop lifts me off the stool and sets me down on my feet. “Warn a girl,” I giggle, feeling free and happy.
“Next time.”
He grips my hand and pulls me through the club. When he slows his steps as we get to the punishment area my pulse spikes. Can I submit to Coop’s dominance in a public setting like this? I’m not really sure, and that has me slowing my steps.
He picks up on my resistance and gives me a reassuring smile. He pulls me close and kisses me below my ear. “There’s one part of the club I didn’t show you…” he pauses to kiss me again, “the private rooms.”
My eyes grow big, and my building nervousness melts away. A private room sounds perfect. Coop takes me down a long hallway to the last door on the right. He opens the door and leads me into a masculine room. There’s a huge bed that takes up the majority of the space. It’s got a sturdy wood frame, and there’s matching furniture throughout the room. On one side is an odd-looking chair that I can only imagine the use for.
Coop gives me a chance to look around. My fingertips graze the top of the bedding then he’s spinning me around and pressing his lips to mine again in a blazing kiss that stokes the fire between us. I hate it when he pulls away. I want more of his kisses.
“What do you think?”
“I think it’s the best part of the tour,” I say, leaning in to kiss him again.
He chuckles and kisses me back. This time when he pulls away, I whimper, trying to chase his lips with my own.
“What do you want, kitten?” he asks, scanning my face for my response.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Cooper. I trust you implicitly…” I pause for a moment gathering my courage to say the next word, “daddy.”
That word ignites something inside him. His hand digs into my hair, tilting my head exactly where he wants me as he crushes his lips to mine. I moan at his possessive touch, grabbing ahold of his arms and clinging for dear life as he devours me.
I’m so lost in our kisses that I don’t realize his deft fingers have unbuttoned my blouse until he’s pushing it off of my shoulders. I have a fleeting moment of nerves because no man has ever seen me undressed before. I knew logically that this step would happen; I just didn’t realize how vulnerable I would feel standing in front of a man like Cooper in just my bra. I’m currently thanking God that I have a bit of an obsession with pretty underthings.
I don’t have time to worry much because his lips are slipping down my throat and to the upper swell of my breasts. My breaths are coming in gusty pants at the sensual feel of his lips and the soft scruff of his beard on my sensitive skin. I can imagine him between my legs… how that soft hair would feel on my thighs as his mouth played with my pussy.
My core clenches at the thought, my panties becoming a wet mess. Coop slowly nips and kisses his way down my stomach until he’s kneeling in front of me. He unbuttons my pants and pulls them down oh so slowly, revealing my light blue panties that are a perfect match to my lacy bra. He takes off my shoes, then pulls my jeans the rest of the way off.
Now I’m standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties, feeling totally revealed and on edge. On the edge of pleasure or the edge of freaking out, I’m not sure. Both seem plausible right now. He presses a light kiss to my panties, and I swoon, falling straight on the side of pleasure. That gentle touch soothed whatever nerves were starting to creep in. That small kiss spoke volumes. He likes what he’s revealed and finds me attractive. That’s more than enough for me.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Melinda.”
The sound of my name on his lips is even sexier than the endearments he’s been showering me with. It says he knows exactly who he’s with and that he wouldn’t change anything. I love it.
He stands before me completely dressed, the juxtaposition is a sexy one, but I want to touch him too. I tug at his shirt, wanting to feel his muscular chest. Thankfully he cooperates, helping me pull the tight material up and off; otherwise, I never would have been able to undress him. I reach for the button on his jeans, but he stops me.
“Who is in charge, kitten?” he growls.
“You are, daddy,” I groan, loving saying that word almost as much as he likes hearing it.
He goes back to kissing me, soft and slow. I run my hands up and down his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscular build and the smattering of chest hair. I rub against it wishing my bra away so I could feel it on my sensitive nipples. I bet it would feel amazing.
As if he’s read my mind, he releases the clasp on my bra and lets it fall to the floor at our feet. His big hands cup my breasts and tease my nipples gently. I gasp and moan, loving having someone else’s hands on me for the first time. I have a moment of clarity from my sex haze and wonder if I should tell him I’m a virgin or not, but when his lips encircle one turgid peak, I decide now is not the time.
Later. I’ll tell him later.
He sucks first one nipple, then the next, teasing them both until my chest is heaving and my hands are gripping the back of his head, holding him to my breasts.
Holy crap, that feels amazing.
Cooper chuckles against my skin, and I blush. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” he mumbles against my breast, not lifting his head from the pleasure he’s inflicting on my breasts.
He pulls off my nipple with a pop. “Are you ready for more?” he growls. “Is your pussy hot and wet for me?”
I nod my head because, oh my God, yes, I’m wet for him.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, I’m wet.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
My knees feel weak at those two words. Two words I’ve imagined being spoken to me a million times since I first found the naughty daddy dom books I love to read. It’s even better in reality than it is in my imagination. Everything is better in reality.
His fingers slip down and into my panties, testing my wetness. I shudder as his thick, calloused fingers touch me for the first time. He slips his fingers through my folds, and my knees nearly buckle. He wraps his free arm around me, holding me up. He toys with me, not touching me with any purpose, just touching, teasing.
“Cooper,” I moan. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I need more. Don’t tease me.”
He chuckles darkly. “Teasing is half the fun, babygirl.”
He pulls his fingers from my panties and brings them up to his lips, sucking them clean. My pussy clenches when he closes his eyes and makes a low pleased sound in the back of his throat. “Delicious, like cherries.”
I blush at that because I know he doesn’t realize how close to reality that is. Not that I think virginity tastes like cherries or anything like that; it’s just that there is a cherry there for him if he’ll take it. Again, I debate telling him about my virginity, but he kisses me again, letting me taste my essence on his lips, and I can’t find the words.
The kiss goes on for long moments until I’m dizzy with desire. I gasp when Coop pulls away then spins us, sitting on the bed and pulling me over his knee in one quick motion. His big hand palms my ass, and I clench up, knowing what happens next.
“Are you ready for more?” he growls, massaging my bottom.
“Yesss,” I hiss. Equal parts excitement, curiosity, and fear are bouncing around inside me.
He lifts his hand and drops it back down in a light spank. I settle in and relax, trusting that he’s not going to hurt me. He lightly swats my ass several times, alternating between cheeks. Then he’s rubbing the heat into my skin.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yes, daddy,” I say, loving the thrill of getting to call him that.
Coop squeezes my ass tight in his big palm, then pulls it back and spanks me harder than before. I gasp at the stinging pain, but by the third spank, I’m leaning into the small pain. Just as I’m getting used to it, his fingers slip under my panties, and he teases my core. I blush at the wet sounds his fingers make as they slide through my folds. He swirls around my clit then up to my entrance. He slowly slips one big finger inside me, and I’m moaning like a wanton.
It feels so different having someone else touching me. One thick finger inside me, and I’m ready to come unglued.
“Fuck, babygirl. You’re tight.”
I swallow back my nerves. “I’m a virgin,” I whisper.
He lets out a low groan, and without being able to see his expression, I’m not sure if it’s a groan of pleasure or disappointment.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur even quieter.
His finger moves inside me again. “Don’t ever apologize for being who you are,” Coop says harshly, then spanks me harder than before. “You’re perfect just like you are. I could never be upset that you saved this pretty little pussy just for daddy.”
This time I’m the one groaning because his dirty words are enough to have me clenching around his finger.
“Hm… does my sweet kitten like when I talk dirty to her?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m going to spank your perfect ass now.”