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Then she speaks again. “The tiger and?—”
“I took care of everything.” This is as good a time as any to tell her the story she needs to sell if anyone asks. “They’re all safe. The story is I drugged you and you woke up on my yacht. The one with the tiger. The captain took us to it and then disappeared at sea. And now here we are, where I’m going to get my fill of you before I discard you.”
She’s silent a long time. “Is that what you’re going to do?”
“As far as they know and if anyone asks, yes.”
We’re at the hotel and I take her inside and up to our suite with the slightly sagging bed.
“By fill, you mean use.”
She’s standing in the middle of the room, hands clasped in front of her, everything in her demeanor perfectly submissive, a naughty sub waiting for her master’s word.
“Yes, baby girl, that’s what I mean.”
“Will you?”
“Will I what?” I approach her slowly.
“Use me.”
And I know exactly why I took her here.
The Obsidian Knights don’t use it.
Spies, Black Ops, these are the people who use it. Mostly to sleep but yes, for clandestine sex with whomever.
I’m not ready to let her go.
It’s why Smith doesn’t know we’re back.
“Strip, baby girl, and make Daddy happy.” I lean against the wall, arms crossed.
Dakota gives me an uncertain look, then starts to move. It’s jerky, not at all sexy compared to a woman who knows what she’s doing, but it turns me on anyway. Everything she does has that effect. As she gets caught in the dress, as she wiggles it off and goes for the bra, it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Each fumble and frowning mutter from her is tinged with such sweet innocence, I’m aching.
I couldn’t have crafted it better.
“Stop.” I straighten and walk over to her, the bra half-off, misery and excitement painting a wildly hot picture of color on her face. “Haven’t you ever done this before?”
The colors deepen. “No.”
I move behind her, skimming her soft skin with my fingertips, marveling at how she shivers. “No? Does my sweet little slut have limits?”
She sighs as I slide my hands down the slopes of her breasts. I take off her bra, caressing and plucking at her nipples, testing the pressure she likes and then taking it a step further because I know what’ll happen when the initial sting dissipates.
Then I drop my hand over her quivering stomach and into her panties. She’s smooth and waxed, which helps me glide my fingers to all the places I want to go, allows me to spread her arousal all over her pussy.
Then again, if she didn’t wax, I’d enjoy that, too. Fuck, if it’s Dakota, I’ll take it. Any way I can.
Because she’s fever hot, so fucking wet, pushing and bucking against me like she can’t help herself as I part her folds and push two fingers into her tight opening.
“You like it when I call you my little slut.”
“I…” She thinks about it. She actually thinks about it. It’s so perfect, so within the submissive little world we created that it makes me harder. Because I know her answer.
“Only if it’s you, Daddy. And only when we’re playing.”
