Page 133 of The Daddy’s Girl

He gently tugs my underwear to the side and slips a finger inside me. I cry out, a raspy gasp and moan against his ear.

“My girl is always so wet for me,” he mumbles as his finger slides in and out. “I want to fuck you on this dance floor, Trouble.”

Exhilaration sparks up my spine like lightning as I pull back and stare into his eyes. I suddenly remember the conversation we had and how much trust I put into Matis. How he encouraged me to step out from behind the curtain and join in instead of just watching. I’ll get there. I know it.

After I stare at him dumbly for a moment, he smiles. “Would you like that?”

I can only nod, gaping at him with arousal flooding my veins.

Pulling his hand from my panties, he gathers me up in his arms and squeezes me in a tight hug. “What did I do to deserve you?”

The song changes, and Matis and I start to focus more on dancing than sex and groping. Before long, we’re swallowed up by the horde of bodies.

It’s really a free-for-all out here, and when a man sidles up behind me, dancing against my ass, I look up to find Matis dancing with a woman in front of him.

He’s focused on her, looking at her mask-covered face and then down her body. His hands are currently held inches from her as if he’s afraid to touch her, and I smile at the sentiment.

The old Matis would have asked her point-blank to have sex with him. The old Matis would have probably started fucking her right here on the dance floor without ever needing to know her name or hearing her voice other than to get her consent.

“Is that your man?” the stranger behind me says in my ear.

Matis’s eyes find mine, and we stare at each other through the pink and purple strobe lights.

Feeling the stranger’s hands slowly working up my rib cage, I hold Matis’s gaze as I nod. “Yes.”

“Are you two down to play?”

My mouth goes dry as his hands land on my hips, pressing me against him. His body is foreign to me and definitely not what I want.

As we continue to dance, I don’t answer him. I just watch this woman admire Matis, letting her hands roam the landscape of his chest. She wants him, but then again…who wouldn’t?

And his eyes…they don’t leave me for a second.

Still, even as he refuses to touch the woman currently rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat, his focus is on me. And it fills me with heat and desire and need.

Not just a delicate arousal but something more visceral and urgent.

He is mine.

Turning toward the man behind me, I shake my head to his question. Then I leave him to move toward Matis. The woman against him looks at me, and even behind the mask, I see a hint of fear in her eyes as I glare at her.

“Mine,” I practically growl at her.

She moves away from him, putting her hands up in surrender. She disappears into the crowd, and I feel adrenaline and possessiveness course through my bloodstream as I take her place.

Turning back toward Matis, I notice the wicked grin on his face. Without hesitation, I jump into his arms, and he kisses me with that wide smile.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says before kissing me deeper.

For the rest of the night, he and I dance. Sometimes with others and sometimes with each other. I’ve never felt so liberated and sexual.

I do like watching, and I really like watching other people think they can take what belongs to me. But this part, the reclaiming, the knowing who he really wants, that’s what really turns me on.

One thing I’ve learned is that no one—no one—works a crowd at a sex club like Matis. Sitting across from him at one of the giant booths in the back, I watch as he’s approached by men, women, couples, groups, and it’s so clear to me as I watch him that this is at least part of what I fell in love with.

His charm. The attention he gives to each person. So focused on each one. I can’t help but smile as I watch the way they flock to him.

Through the club lights, his eyes find mine as if we’re holding secrets no one else in the bar knows. I could live in his gaze forever.