Nash (Daddies of Justice #3)

Chapter 11

Nash

T he dim lights of The Den glinted off the amber liquid as Nash lifted the pint glass to his lips. Not the IPA he'd ordered, but some watery domestic lager. He frowned at Rosie, who was polishing glasses with a cheeky grin.

"You got my drink wrong again." His voice was stern but tinged with amusement. "It's almost like you're doing it on purpose."

She shrugged, blonde ponytail bouncing. "Just feeling naughty, I guess." Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Nash glanced around the empty bar. They were alone. Perfect.

In two strides he was behind the bar, large hands gripping her hips. She gasped as he pulled her against him. His breath was hot on her neck. "Seems to me like you're asking for another spanking, little girl."

Rosie bit her lip, desire and anticipation buzzing through her. "Maybe I am . . . Daddy."

Nash growled low in his throat. Without another word, he took her hand and led her to the back fetish room, closing the door firmly behind them.

The room was dimly lit, walls lined with paddles, floggers, and cuffs. In the center stood a sturdy spanking bench. Nash guided her over to it.

"Bend over, naughty girl. Time to teach this bratty butt a lesson."

Rosie scrambled to obey, arranging herself on the cool leather bench, thighs spread, hands gripping the sides, bottom high in the air. Her skirt rode up, revealing lacy panties. Interesting. It was almost like she’d planned this.

Nash took his time selecting a paddle, letting the anticipation build. He finally chose one: a beautiful object made of cedar wood, with a heart engraved into it. Something told him she’d like it if he left marks.

She wiggled impatiently. "I'm waiting, Daddy . . ."

Nash bent down, his warm breath tickling Rosie's ear. "You drive me wild, baby girl. Always have." His fingers trailed possessively over her heated skin. "But now that I'm your Daddy Dom, I'm not letting anything slide."

Rosie shivered. "Okay, sir."

Nash circled her appraisingly before buckling the straps around her ankles and wrists, immobilizing her. His hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, keeping her in place. She squirmed around a little and he pushed harder. "Did I say you could move?" His voice brooked no argument.

"No, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy." She sounded excited. Good. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he would.

He softened slightly. "You need a safeword."

She giggled. "Hmm. How about 'Max'?"

He chuckled. "Max is perfect. It's good you have a safeword. But something tells me you won't need to use it today." He smirked at her knowingly.

"How can you be so sure?" she challenged.

Nash grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his heated gaze. "Because I'm your Daddy. And I know what's good for you." The certainty in his tone, the dominant hold of his hand, the intensity of his stare—it was all designed to drive Rosie crazy with arousal, and it seemed to be working.

This was where she belonged. Who she belonged to.

Her sassy defiance melted away, replaced by utter surrender and devotion. She nuzzled into his palm.

"You're my Daddy," she agreed, the words an oath, a plea, a declaration.

Nash's eyes flared with satisfaction and raw hunger. He released her face and took up position behind her, paddle at the ready.

“Here it comes, young lady.”

THWACK!

The first spank landed without mercy, making Rosie yelp with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Count them out, Little girl. All ten of them. And don't forget to thank your Daddy."

The paddle cracked against her cheeks again and again, building what he hoped was a delicious sting.

". . . Four, thank you, Daddy! Five, thank you, Daddy . . . !"

By the time they reached ten, Rosie was panting, tears pricking her eyes, arousal soaking her thighs.

Nash rubbed her flesh almost tenderly. "There now, all red and warm like it should be. Think you've learned your lesson?"

Rosie nodded meekly, but there was still an impish glint in her eye as she peeked back at him.

Nash knew this was just the beginning. Rosie was going to be a handful—passionate, defiant, utterly irresistible.

"Such a good girl for Daddy. My good girl."

Rosie went limp, drifting in subspace, by the looks of it.

“Fuck, Rosie,” he growled as he took in the pink hearts he’d branded on her plump buttocks. “It’s such a turn-on, seeing such a naughty girl submit to me.”

“Then why don’t you fuck me, Daddy?” Rosie said dreamily, her voice as sweet as sugar. “I’m right here, spread wide open for you.”

Nash looked at the wetness between her legs, the little pink lips that led to such a heavenly place at her core.

Damn, she was impossible to resist. All those years spent restraining himself. Holding back. Touching himself alone in his room, crying out her name as he came, telling himself it would never happen in real life.

Well, now he had lost time to make up for.

He reached for his zipper and tore it open, setting his thick cock springing free. Fuck, he wanted her so badly. And judging by the way she was looking back at him, blinking with those sultry eyes, she wanted him too.

“Merciless,” he warned her. “That’s how I’m gonna be with you.”

Rosie smiled. “Sounds perfect, Daddy.”

Nash grabbed his erection and pumped it a couple of times, groaning at how good it felt to touch himself in her company. Then he kneeled behind Rosie, taking a good hard look at her perfect pussy.

Pushing his face between her pinkened ass cheeks, he tasted her, his tongue teasing her clit, making her well and truly wake up, squirming and bucking for him until it seemed she could take it no more.

“Oh, yes!” she cried. “Oh yes, Daddy!”

Nash used his fingers on her clit now while his mouth roamed her stinging buttocks, biting into the flash and making her cry out. He felt her juices running freely down her thighs now, and he tasted her again, moaning in delight at the sweet, floral flavor of her. Fucking delicious. He worked her faster with his tongue, his hands sliding up to her breasts, rolling her pebbled nipples between his fingers.

All the while, his cock throbbed, hard and heavy, between his thighs. He felt himself dripping for her too, deeply impatient, desperate, and yet forcing himself to bring her to orgasm first. He used every single thing in his toolbox: fingers, tongue, teeth.

She moaned and panted and screamed out his name. God, it felt good to hear her like that. The moment he felt her muscles clench around his finger, he knew it was his turn to get what he needed.

He tore open a condom wrapper but Rosie stopped him. "No, Daddy. I want to feel you. I want to feel your come inside me. We're both clean. I'm on contraception. Claim me fully, Daddy."

Fuck. How could he resist? Without waiting another second, Nash positioned himself behind her and eased his hard length into Rosie's soaked heat, groaning at how tight she clenched and shuddered around him. She whimpered and writhed in the restraints, pleading for him to take her harder.

He did as she asked, thrusting deep, claiming her with each powerful stroke. Making her his in every way possible. He felt the last ripples of her orgasm instantly start building into another one, and he planned to spend the rest of his life bringing her to the edge like this, over and over again, riding a vast ocean of pleasure.

Rosie's muscles strained around his meat. Her back arched and her hips shook, wanting to buck up to meet him but unable to move. Forced to just take what he gave her. That sweet, exquisite surrender.

"Yes, Daddy, please . . ." she keened, lost to the pleasure only he could provide.

Their moans and the slap of flesh echoed obscenely in the dungeon. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air.

Nash bent to capture the delicate skin of her shoulder between his teeth, biting just shy of too hard.

Rosie yelped, her pussy spasming.

He soothed the sting with his tongue before pulling back. "Don't you dare come again until I say so, baby girl."

She nodded frantically, clearly fighting the rising tide. Everything in her yearned to obey, to be good for him.

Nash ratcheted up the pace, fucking into her with near-brutal intensity. Chasing his own high but still attuned to her every reaction. When she teetered right on the razor's edge, he pressed his fingers to her swollen clit. "Now, Rosie. Come for me now!"

The command shattered her control. Ecstasy exploded through her veins as she shook and thrashed and screamed his name.

Her climax triggered his own, and Nash emptied himself inside her with a roar of completion. Marking her, making her his home.

They stayed locked together, panting harshly, foreheads pressed close. Pulses gradually slowing in the aftermath.

Finally, on shaky legs, Nash withdrew from her, looking with pleasure at the cum dripping out of her spent pussy. He carefully freed Rosie from the bindings. He gathered her up, cradling her against his chest.

He carried her to a soft sofa in the corner and sat, keeping her on his lap, petting her hair. "I've got you, baby. I'll always take care of you," he rumbled.

Rosie just burrowed deeper into his embrace, utterly content.

They lay like that for quite some time, Rosie making happy little sounds as she sucked her thumb and cuddled up with him. Damn, how could one woman be so sweet and so sexy at the same time?

Quarter of an hour went by, doing nothing but cuddling. He could have spent his entire life like this. Hell, he could have given up the Paladin mission completely.

But of course, he had thing to do, whether he liked it or not. Nash decided he’d better move before Blake or someone else realized the bar had been unmanned all that time and Nash had been a very, very bad boy.

"Be right back, angel. Just going to grab something real quick," he murmured, setting her down gently on the sofa and brushing a tender kiss to her brow.

Rosie made a soft sound of assent, too blissed out and trusting to question. She curled up, watching him go with heavy-lidded eyes.

He returned a moment later, a serious expression on his handsome face and some papers in his hands. Important papers.

"Rosie, baby . . ." He sat beside her, gathering her close again. "Being your Daddy, taking care of you, it's everything to me. You drive me so fucking wild . . ."

She giggled, still hazy and uninhibited. "It's everything to me, too. I love it when you dominate me, make me yours."

Nash caressed her cheek, gazing at her in adoration tinged with vulnerability.

"I want to keep doing this, forever. You as my Little girl, me as your Daddy. But I'm scared of messing it up somehow . . ."

Rosie blinked, focusing through her subby fog. She took his face in her hands.

"You could never mess it up, Daddy. I trust you completely. I love every single second of belonging to you," she said fiercely.

Relief and joy dawned in Nash's eyes. He crushed his mouth to hers in a deep, consuming kiss.

"Then let's make it official, darling," he said roughly, holding up the thick sheaf of papers. "With this contract, you'll be mine. My Little, my responsibility, my whole world."

Rosie squealed. "Yes, Nash, yes! I'm yours, only yours. No matter what."

They smiled at each other, hands shaking slightly as they started looking over the document that would bind them together in the most intimate of ways.

The contract of total power exchange, of love and trust and devotion. Of a Daddy and his Little girl.

Nash's heart pounded as he watched Rosie scan the contract, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. This was it. The moment he'd been both longing for and dreading. Putting his heart on the line, officially claiming her as his own.

She looked up at him, her gaze soft and trusting. "I'm ready, Daddy. I want to be yours in every way."

He swallowed hard, emotion clogging his throat. "I love you, Rosie. I think I have from the moment I first saw you. And I promise, as your Daddy, I will always put your needs first. I'll keep you safe, cherish you, challenge you. We'll walk this path together."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she threw her arms around him. "I love you too, Nash. So much. I never thought I'd find a Daddy like you, someone who understands me completely. You're my everything."

They held each other tightly, savoring the significance of the moment. Nash knew there would be challenges ahead, navigating their new dynamic in both their private and public lives. But with Rosie by his side, he felt like he could conquer anything.

Gently, he disentangled himself and picked up a pen. "Ready to make it official, Rosie Love?"

She grinned, her smile brighter than the sun. "Absolutely, Daddy."

Side by side, they signed the contract, their signatures intertwining on the page just as their lives were now intertwined. Nash felt a sense of rightness settle deep in his bones. This was where he was meant to be. Rosie's Daddy, her protector, her partner in all things.

He sealed the moment with a tender kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into the press of his lips against hers. When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers.

"My beautiful Little girl," he whispered.

"My strong, loving Daddy," she whispered back. Suddenly, her expression fell. “Guess I’d better get back to work.”

Nash shook his head. “Nah. I don’t think so. I’m your boss, remember?”

She grinned. “Oh yes. In every way.”

“I think you’ve earned a little playtime today, don’t you?”

Rosie nodded gleefully.

“And you know what? Daddy’s coming too.”

Rosie jumped up, squealing and clapping her hands in delight. “Yay! Daddy’s going to play with me!”

Nash led Rosie into The Den's colorful playroom, filled with stuffed animals, building blocks, and a little arts and crafts table.

Rosie's eyes lit up as she skipped over to the overflowing toy chest. "Can we play, Daddy? Pretty please?" She batted her lashes, looking up at him with such innocent hope that his heart clenched.

"Of course, baby girl. Daddy wants to see that beautiful smile." He tapped her nose, making her giggle.

They spent the next hour lost in play, Nash helping Rosie build a grand castle out of blocks while she chattered away about her stuffies' royal adventures. Her carefree joy was infectious, and Nash found himself grinning like a fool, all his worries melting away.

“You know, I never really thought you’d be that good at playing, Daddy. You always seemed so . . . serious. But actually, deep down, you’re quite silly.”

Nash looked down at the ridiculous ballerina clown outfit Rosie had dressed him in from the dressing-up box and laughed. “You bring out the silliness in me. In fact, you bring out all my best bits.”

The most wonderful thing of all was that Nash didn’t even mind if anyone saw them here. He wanted everyone to know it now. Grumpy, eternally single bachelor Nash had finally found himself a Little. And she was the loveliest most beautiful woman in the world, too. He was so damn proud. He wanted every man and woman in the world to know that Rosie Love was the woman he got to spank, got to fuck, got to play cute little games with every day of the week.

As their playtime wound down, Rosie bit her lip, suddenly shy. "Daddy? I was thinking . . . could I maybe go to my place and grab a few more things? I want my favorite blankie and some other stuff." She paused. “I know it sounds crazy, but I kind of want to do it myself. To prove to myself that even though I have a Daddy Dom now, I can still be independent.”

Nash's chest tightened. He wanted nothing more than to keep her safe in his arms forever. But he knew she needed this small act of bravery. "Of course, sweetheart. Daddy trusts you. How about I walk a block behind you, just to make sure you're safe? I’ll follow you all the way there and back, but you won’t even see me."

Rosie beamed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Daddy! I promise I'll be quick. And careful!"

"That's my good girl." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before straightening up. "Let Daddy get his coat and we'll head out."

Rosie practically skipped out of The Den, Nash trailing behind her at a measured pace. His eyes never left her blonde head bobbing through the crowded Chicago streets.

The whole time they walked, all that Nash could think about was her. How good he felt. How he was the luckiest man alive. How suddenly nothing else seemed to matter nearly as much as this.

When she disappeared into her apartment building, he settled outside the door, leaning against a lamppost to wait, watching her window like a hawk.

Five minutes ticked by.

Then ten.

Nash frowned, a niggling sense of unease creeping up his spine. Rosie was many things, but she wasn't one to dawdle, especially with a task at hand.

Fifteen minutes, and still no sign of her. The unease blossomed into full-blown panic. Nash sprinted into her building, taking the stairs two at a time. His heart pounded in his ears as he pounded on her door.

"Rosie? Baby, are you in there?" No response. "Rosie!"

Nash slammed his shoulder against the door once, twice, three times until the lock splintered and gave way. He burst inside, ready for anything.