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  Teaching His Babygirl

  The Playground Series

  Rory Reynolds

  Copyright © 2021 by Rory Reynolds

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  Contents

  Introduction

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Also by Rory Reynolds

  About the Author

  Move to a new city. Check.

  New amazing job. Check.

  Land belly down over a stranger’s knee… a super hot, really dominant stranger?

  Double check.

  He’s strong and stubborn, stern and unyielding... Colton James is the kind of daddy that’s dangerous to my heart.

  After just one taste of his firm hand, just one night... I want more. I should turn back, but now it’s too late. I’m in too deep.

  Only problem? He’s my new boss and is completely off-limits.

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  Prologue

  “I don’t like it,” Charity says for the fifth time.

  I blow out a breath of frustration. I love that she’s concerned for me, but at the same time, I’m not the fresh-faced submissive she met all those years ago. I’m twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight; this isn’t my first rodeo.

  “Charity, I appreciate the concern, I really do, but I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m meeting some dom on a dating app and heading to his house. This is a club. A club with excellent security, I might add.”

  I can practically hear Charity’s mind whirring as she tries to come up with yet another excuse why going to a club alone is such a bad idea. “Why did you have to move so far away?” she finally asks.

  My lips turn up into a sad smile. “You know Thurston Academy was too good an opportunity to pass up. They have a top-notch art department, and I’ll be the head of the program.

  “You were the head of Colson’s art program too,” she huffs.

  I can’t hold my laughter at bay. “Yeah, the art program of one—me. Not to mention the tiny art room and zero funding. You know this is the opportunity of a lifetime. We already discussed it… Hell, you encouraged me to move.”

  She lets out a loud sigh. I can imagine her throwing herself back on her couch dramatically. “I guess when I was busy encouraging you to chase your dreams, I didn’t realize I would be losing my best friend.”

  “You haven’t lost me. You’re stuck with me for life. Like a barnacle that has to be scraped from the sides of ships. I’m going nowhere.”

  “Psh, just halfway across the country.”

  My smile fades, and a wave of homesickness overcomes me. “I miss you too, Cha-cha. I’ve got to finish getting ready…”

  “Okay, fine. Just promise me you’ll be careful. No creepers.”

  “I think that’s something I can easily promise.”

  “Good. I love you, Dar. I hope you know that I’m proud of you, even if I whine about missing you and hating that you’re gone.”

  I smile at that. “I know. I love you too. I’ll call you tomorrow and give you the deets of my first trip to The Playground.”

  “You better!”

  We say our goodbyes, and then I finish getting ready—time to start phase two of my brand-new life.

  Phase one: Dream job.

  Phase two: Dream dominant. A daddy, specifically.

  Phase three: Happily ever after.

  Easy peasy…

  Chapter One

  Darlene

  The Playground isn’t as busy as I thought it would be, but it’s early yet. I came early so that I could look around a bit before my appointment with the guide assigned to me. Once I start taking in the main areas of the club, I’m glad I came in early. It’s a lot to take in.

  I can’t help but smile at the stark differences between this club and other BDSM clubs I’ve visited over the years. Most are dark and have an edge to them… the central area of this club is brightly lit and decorated in purples and blues with black and silver highlights. It’s basically the opposite of the standard black leather most clubs gravitate towards.

  There are other—bigger—differences. For example, the large playground in the middle of the room that gives the club its name, complete with a swing set and sandbox. There are two littles playing on the jungle gym while their daddy and mommy doms watch on with indulgent smiles on their faces. I watch for a while, then move on to see the area I will think of as the punishment area.

  This part is more like a standard BDSM club, though, admittedly more colorful. The leather of the spanking benches is in varying shades of white, blue, and pink. The cuffs for the St. Andrew’s crosses are also colorful. In fact, all of the pieces of equipment have some extra flair to them. The most significant difference is the many triangular shaped spaces that are clearly recreations of corners. A punishment that is on my least favorite list—corner time. I would much rather take a good belting to sitting in a corner, staring at the wall. Boring.

  I wander around, taking in the more private areas. Some are occupied with couples acting out their fantasies. I linger at one where a woman is thrown over a large man’s lap as he paddles her. I can’t hear what he’s telling her, but I can imagine he’s scolding her for whatever infraction she committed. My heart clenches in my chest at that. I want someone who will hold me accountable. Someone who will care enough to set rules and enforce them.

  My sigh is a sad one. Is it too much to ask for a dominant to love me? Someone that I can trust to never hurt me and to only want what’s best for me. Someone loyal, not like the jerks I’ve dated in the past. I’m starting to wonder if it’s me that’s the problem. I’m not especially bratty, but I do have a strong will, and it takes a strong dominant to go up against it. I know it does, but surely there’s a man out there that’s up to the task.

  I ignore the private rooms; part of my tour includes a closer look at them, and for now, I just want to get a feel for the place before my official tour starts.

  The opposite side of the club has an area dedicated to different stations for littles to play together at. Dollhouses, trains and cars, a bookshelf full of board games and puzzles, an area that looks like it’s entirely dedicated to art projects… the only thing I would ever be interested in when it comes to this stuff.

  Don’t get me wrong… I have a favorite stuffie and love dressing up like a girly-girl, but dollhouses just aren’t me. I’m not into age-play. I can understand why some people are. I can imagine how freeing it could be to regress into a simpler time, but it’s not my thing.

  After taking everything in, I end up back where I started—a plush area filled with overstuffed couches and dozens of pillows. The person who let me in explained the different areas of the club brief
ly… this is a waiting room of sorts. Littles and dominants can hang out in this area to let it be known that they are looking for a play partner for the night. There are several men and women chatting amicably. They all look like they know each other—and they probably do. Clubs like this tend to be fairly exclusive in their members. I can imagine in a place like this, the people would start to feel like family after a while.

  I consider the couches for a moment longer before heading to the bar where I’m supposed to meet my guide. The bar is perfectly balanced to serve both littles and their dominants. There are juices and slushy machines beside high-end liquor. Colorful plastic cups alongside crystal cut tumblers and wine glasses. It’s a perfect representation of the juxtaposition between daddy and little.

  The bar area is empty, save for the woman behind the bar and a man nursing a drink at the opposite end of the bar as me. I walk up to the bar and take a seat on one of the empty stools.

  “What can I get you, princess?” the bartender asks.

  “Can I just have water, please?”

  She looks at me like I’m insane but grabs a bottle from behind the bar and opens it for me.

  “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. I’m Tessa,” she says, assessing me.

  “Darlene,” I say with a small smile.

  “Nice to meet ya. Is this your first time at the club?”

  “Yeah. Is it that obvious?”

  She shrugs. “You just have that touristy feel to ya.”

  Not sure what to say to that, I take a drink.

  “Tessa, leave the girl alone,” the man from the end of the bar barks, looking dark and imposing.

  Tessa’s friendly demeanor changes in the blink of an eye. Her eyes are green fire when she turns to level a glare at the man. “Shut up, Ransom. No one asked you,” she hisses.

  He gives her a meaningful look—the kind that promises a sore ass and a very unhappy little girl at the end of the night—and she stomps her foot, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m allowed to talk to people. It’s kind of my job.”

  “Talk, yes. Torment, no.”

  Tessa looks at me and must see something that I don’t because her temper disappears as quickly as it came. “Sorry… I just meant that I haven’t seen you around before,” she says to me, looking every bit the chastised little girl.

  “It’s okay,” I reply, but Tessa isn’t paying any attention to me; she’s looking over my shoulder with an almost dreamy look on her face. I turn to see what she’s looking at and am completely blindsided by the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life.

  Blond hair, icy blue eyes… a strong chiseled jaw covered in a two-day scruff. He’s a little over six foot, and I can tell that he’s got the body of a god under his expensive suit. The man is sex on a stick, as Charity would say. And he’s heading straight for me. I sit up straighter on the stool and adjust the skirt of my dress.

  Tessa gives the man a huge, welcoming smile. “Colt! It’s so good to see you. It’s been forever. What are you doing here?”

  “Good evening, Tessa. I’m here for a favor to Aiden. He had a thing tonight and needed someone to cover his tour.”

  Goosebumps shiver down my spine at the low rumble of his voice. My nipples peak, and my thighs clench together. Since when has just the sound of a man’s voice turned me on so much? It takes a few seconds to realize what he said… is this my guide? If so, lucky me.

  Very lucky me…

  Holy crap, he even smells fantastic like expensive scotch—woodsy with a hit of something else I can’t quite name. Basically, the man is a wet dream in the flesh. My long-dormant little side comes raring to the surface, ready to play.

  “Colt, meet Darlene,” Tessa says, introducing us.

  Colt turns his attention to me for the first time, leveling those icy eyes on me. I shift in my seat, nervous under all of his attention. I mentally shake myself. This isn’t me. I’m not some wilting flower that goes all gaga for a man she doesn’t know. I roll back my shoulders and take a deep breath, finding my hard-won confidence.

  I bravely stick my hand out for him to shake. “Nice to meet-” My words cut off when instead of shaking my hand, he brings it up to his lips and brushes his lips over my knuckles. His short beard tickles my skin, the firm softness of his lips on me sends a tremor through me.

  “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you,” Colt says, turning my hand and pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist before releasing me.

  My entire body jerks to attention, my core clenching and my nipples tightening. One tiny touch from this man has me a needy mess. Desperate for more touches. More kisses. I imagine that wicked mouth of his elsewhere. I shake myself out of my fantasies. That’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about touring the club and its inner workings to decide if this is the place for me. From what I’ve seen so far, I’m convinced I could definitely have fun here. It’s way more appealing than any of the standard clubs I’ve ever been to.

  “Are you ready for your tour?” Colt says in that sexy rumble of his.

  Goodbye panties.

  I paste on my brightest smile, trying to hide just how much he’s affecting me.

  “Yes, sir,” I say in deference to his dominant status, remembering my manners despite the fact that my brain is currently on hiatus.

  His lips tip up in a grin that gives me yet another thing to find sexy about him. Colt holds out his hand, and I put mine in his so he can help me down from the stool… he doesn’t release me right away. In fact, he doesn’t truly release me at all because he moves my hand to the crook of his elbow and guides me away from the bar.

  I turn and look at Tessa, who is staring at our retreat with shocked eyes. It makes me wonder if this is abnormal behavior for Colt… and why does that send a little thrill through me?

  Chapter Two

  Colt

  Showing a new prospective member around the club isn’t exactly what I wanted to do with my Friday night, but it’s better than another lonely night at home. Besides, it’s been months since I’ve been to The Playground. Maybe after the tour I can find a nice little girl to take over my knee for the night. Even thinking it doesn’t bring me any kind of anticipation. Playing with one of the single submissives used to be enough to scratch the itch, but now all it does is make me long for more.

  I never thought I would be tempted to settle down, especially after my breakup with Trisha, but lately, I find myself craving something more permanent. A temporary arrangement just doesn’t appeal like it once did.

  The club is still quiet compared to how it will be later tonight. Apparently, my charge is shy and doesn’t want to tour while things are in full swing. Unusual. Most people want to see the club at capacity. I mentally shrug. It’s early enough that I will have plenty of time after the tour to get myself in the mood to find someone to have a scene with—scratch the itch that’s been untouchable so far.

  Even the bar area where people gather to talk and catch up is empty. Tessa is behind the bar, and one of the security monitors—Ransom—is sitting at one end of the bar. At the other end is a fucking angel. I hasten my steps, wanting to get a better look at the woman. I’ve never seen her at the club before… is this my charge? All of a sudden, my night is looking that much brighter.

  Tessa shouts a greeting, and the angel turns to watch my approach. She’s even more beautiful than I thought now that I fully see her. The woman has my cock rock-hard in my slacks, and I’m ready to fall to my knees and worship the sweet heaven between her thighs.

  Big brown eyes take me in almost warily, but she can’t hide the spark of attraction. Is it possible she feels the same draw I do? Could a man be so lucky? I slow my steps, taking in more of my—because she will be mine—beauty. She’s got long brown hair that has waves that look untamable. She’s got a pert little nose and full, cupids bow lips. Lips that it takes all of my self-control not to take in a kiss the second I’m within touching distance.

  Her sweet citrus scent flo
ods my senses, and I’m barely aware that Tessa is talking. I respond by rote, unable to take my eyes off the beauty in front of me.

  “Colt, meet Darlene,” Tessa says with a hint of amusement at my obvious infatuation with the woman.

  Darlene holds her hand out for me to shake. I take her small hand in mine and lean over it, lightly kissing her knuckles, cutting off her ‘nice to meet you.’ She stutters and can’t seem to find the words. Her breath hitches when I turn her hand and press a seductive kiss to the inside of her wrist, tasting her sweetness.

  She shivers at my touch, obviously as taken with me as I am her. I thank my lucky stars because if she’s as physically aware of me as I am her, maybe this evening won’t end nearly as poorly as I expected. Darlene’s the first woman I’ve felt such an attraction to in longer than I can remember—maybe ever.

  “Are you ready for your tour?” I’m not sure how I know she’s the one I’m supposed to show around, but I just do. If I believed in fate, I would think that’s what’s brought us together tonight.

  “Yes, sir,” she says respectfully. What I wouldn’t give for her to call me daddy instead.

  I take her hand in mine and help her from the stool. When she moves to pull away, I don’t release her. I place her soft hand on the crook of my elbow and lead her out into the club proper. She looks up at me with a small smile. I tell myself that she’d give the same smile to anyone who showed her the proper respect of a gentleman, but part of me thinks that soft smile is just for me.