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“Silence for Daddy.”
The hall’s the only place to say some of the things I need to say, so I outline the bare bones of what’s going to happen, right up to pretending to knock her out. But I don’t tell her what I’m planning to do, not any of the nuts and bolts. It’s too risky.
Part of me wants to apologize for the upcoming blow job no matter what she just said, but I can’t. Because I want it, so fucking desperately.
It doesn’t help that the Collectors expect it. Pretending won’t work. It needs to be authentic; otherwise, it’ll raise suspicions to who and what I am. Even going down on her isn’t going to fucking work.
These people want service. Her in action. They want to witness her on her knees with a cock in her mouth, cunt, or ass.
I need to set shit up to give us the best chance of getting out of here, or else they’ll think she’s up for grabs. That’s when I’ll lose her.
I can’t let that happen.
There must be a master viewing area where they can keep tabs on what happens in the guest rooms, so I have to get there. Most places like this hide it away with utility rooms in the basement level. I can probably get there through the kitchens and pretend to search for wine or something that isn’t out in the open if anyone asks.
Not that I intend to be caught.
When I get back to Dakota’s room, my plan in place, I don’t speak at all. I strip her, sit on the chair she’d wedged under the door handle, and say, “Daddy needs servicing. On your knees, slut.”
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Shivers assault my body.
I stand in front of Jaxson where he sits in the chair with his legs spread. It’s so breathtakingly commanding that I can’t do anything other than stare.
This is another world to me, one where everything’s twisted the wrong way and it should turn my stomach and scare the crap out of me. But instead, it makes my stomach flip, sends waves of heat through me, and the only fear plaguing my mind is messing up my part.
I want to be perfect for him.
For Daddy.
My mouth waters as I stare at Jaxson. His erection is huge. It lays, thick and stiff, along his thigh under his black pants. His gaze shifts over me, like he’s inspecting his property to make sure it’s pristine. And the slight flicker of light that glows in his eyes, the light of his approval, shoots sparks through me.
“Come closer, little girl.”
I take a step toward him and my skin heats, like I’m warming my ice-tinged body in front of a fireplace. He reaches out and slides his thumb over my clit, making me shudder.
“What should I do, Daddy?”
I’m not sure if he hears something in my voice, but he takes my hand in his tattooed one, and the sudden urge to pull off his clothes consumes me, the need to see what else adorns his skin making me crazy with lust.
But this isn’t the place for that kind of exploration. This is some kind of move to save me from a worse fate. And although I hate to admit it, even if he really was manipulating me, I’d still want to do this.
Oh my God, who am I?
Jaxson puts my hand on his belt. “How often have you done this, Dakota?”
“Once or twice, Daddy.”
“Just pull me out and suck me down deep, then keep sucking as you move up and down.”
My hands shake as I pull open his belt and dip into his boxer briefs.
A gasp catches in my throat. He’s hot, hard, and smooth. I run my fingers over him, then grasp his heavy cock. The tip glistens with drops of precum and my tongue tingles with the need to taste him.
Salty, earthy, and something I want more of, I grasp him and start to suck on the tip. Jesus, he’s so huge, I’m not sure how he’ll fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy.
