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Likes that I’m willing to be patient, that I enjoy being obedient, that I get off on being good.
And—I’m already pretty sure—that sometimes Yasmin doesn’t.
“Shit,” I whisper, my cock kicking against my zipper as those sorts of thoughts inspire it a little bit more.
Yaz laughs, pushing my fully unbuttoned shirt open and stroking my bare chest, trailing her hand all the way down to my slacks… where she keeps going. She rubs my erection through my slacks, then grabs it, making me moan. “I’m so wet, babe, and so ready for this.”
“It’s so fucking ready for you.” I grab the back of her head and kiss her again as she keeps stroking me, forgetting myself for a moment because I’m so damn turned on.
But Daddy doesn’t let me forget for long.
“I said give it some breathing room, little girl, not milk it for cum,” he says, laughter in his voice. “And if you make him come in his pants, then you won’t get an orgasm at all.”
She jumps back. “Mean, Daddy!”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that ass of yours already forgetting the feel of my hand?”
Her cheeks flush with arousal, and I can tell she’s not sure if she wants to say yes or no, but for once, she keeps her mouth shut and makes quick work of doing what Henry actually told her too, which is to get me undressed.
As she opens my fly and starts to ease my pants and underwear down, he says, “Now, Cade, sweet boy?”
“Yes, Daddy?” I answer, swallowing hard and trying not to embarrass myself as my finally freed, rock-hard cock slaps up against my belly, a smear of slick precum catching in my happy trail.
“It’s your turn to undress Yasmin now, but I want you to do it slowly. Sensually. Let her know she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Let her feel worshiped.”
I swallow hard, a lump of emotion rising in my throat, because he understands. He gets me. That’s exactly how I’ve always felt about her, and it’s somehow even better to be able to let her know under his direction, like his guidance and attention take all my feelings and multiply them tenfold, the way Yaz deserves.
“Can you do that for me?” Henry prompts gently, making me realize I not only haven’t answered, but I haven’t moved.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say thickly, immediately slipping the flowery dress she’s got on from her shoulders, then unwrapping the wraparound part.
It’s like she’s a present and it’s Christmas morning, and it takes no effort at all to let her know I’ll always want to worship her.
“You really are the most beautiful woman I know,” I whisper, leaning in for a soft kiss as I reach around behind her to work the material off her lush body. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. Naked. Sexy. Ready.”
“And happy,” she adds softly, a rosy flush blooming up from between her breasts, rising to the base of her throat as she looks up at me with her heart in her eyes. “It’s always been good with you, but…”
“I know,” I agree instantly, earning another, deeper kiss from her. I let the fabric go, let it puddle at her feet, and stroke her curves with reverence.
“Beautiful,” Daddy murmurs again. “Now let me see if we can still tell she was spanked.”
Yaz shivers, her eyes darkening with lust, and lets me turn her exquisite, naked body around, so Daddy can get a good look.
“Still a little pink,” I say, running my hands down to cup and present her ass to him as she arches her back and tips her head back so that her long, dark waves of hair tumble like a waterfall down to the two dimples at the top of her ass.
I’ve always found that sight sexy as hell, and by the groan I hear from Henry, he feels the same.
It makes my breath quicken, the deep tone reminding me that I’m going to be with a man again.
I haven’t missed it, exactly, because Yasmin has truly been all I need or have wanted. But being able to have both now? The anticipation has my cock throbbing with an urgency that feels like it might wreck me, and when my hand twitches toward it, Daddy notices.
Of course he does.
“Uh-uh, sweet boy. Daddy will take care of you.”
I jerk my hand back to my side, clenching both my fists to keep from disobeying.
“Good boy.”
