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Fuck. I’ll do a lot to hear that, I can already tell…. And so can Daddy, based on the hot look he gives me.
“Please,” I whisper, precum welling up from my slit and sliding down my shaft as Yaz whirls back around.
“What did you do? What are you begging for? God, you’re so fucking sexy, babe.”
Daddy laughs, then shakes his head. “Oh sweetheart, you’re going to spend more time with a red bottom than without, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please,” she says with enough sass to make him laugh again.
“Don’t tempt me to put you over my knee again. Not until we take care of our boy. Do you remember what I said about having your mouth full, little girl?”
That low growl is back in his voice, and her breath catches as her eyes light up with anticipation. “Oh, Daddy. Please? May I?”
He watches us both for a moment—one that feels like an eternity, especially with the very prominent bulge of his own erection visible in that sexy linen suit of his, making my own mouth water—then he smiles, a slow, sinfully sexy one that promises all sorts of dirty delights.
“Yes, sweetheart, you may. Get on your knees.”
Chapter 8
Yasmin
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I’ve fantasized about hearing those words so many times that they echo in my head, the rush of pure need that comes along with them almost overwhelming me, so that it takes a moment to actually follow through with Daddy’s order. But then Cade makes a punched-out sound of desperate want, and another kind of need—the need to please him as well as pleasing Daddy—rocks through me.
I drop where I’m standing, putting me right in front of Cade’s prominent erection. I nuzzle against it, because, how could I not? It’s hot and silky smooth, gliding along my cheek.
Daddy wanted a show, and I’m so in love with Cade’s cock I could happily worship it for hours, but I haven’t missed the way he’s getting off on Daddy making him wait for things tonight—something I’ve never had the patience or the temperament to do for him in the bedroom.
Besides, there’s something I want even more than my boyfriend’s cock more now.
I crawl over to where Daddy’s sitting on the edge of the bed, my eyes fixed on him so I can see his indrawn breath and the way he can’t stop watching my hips sway with every movement. It makes me feel powerful and naughty and so fucking turned on I want to scream. But when I reach him, my own arousal becomes background noise. Daddy is all I want to look at, and for the first time in my life, I really let some of my desires rise to the surface without any guilt.
Specifically, the desire to submit, to be controlled, to be used in ways that my sweet Cade just doesn’t have the stomach for.
“Did I tell you to come over here, little girl?” Daddy asks, his eyes burning into me.
“No. Sorry, Daddy.”
That last part is a lie. I’m not. And I plant myself right between his spread knees, putting my hands on my thighs, the way I’ve seen in endless porn clips, and waiting for him to decide what to do with me.
Isn’t this what good little submissives do?
He watches me for a moment in silence, his eyes hooded and the prominent bulge in his slacks large enough to reassure me that I’m on the right track. He’ll either use me the way I’m imagining, or punish me for not waiting for directions, and I’m completely on board with either scenario.
Looking up at him, I get swept away in his power. Cade and I are both naked, exposed and accessible for his pleasure. Daddy’s still wearing the smart linen suit that makes him look like sex on a stick, somehow still polished and commanding, even after our adventure on the jetty. The only things he’s removed are his wet shoes and socks. The cuffs of his pants are still wet from when he rescued us, and that association, the memory of how it felt to have him swoop in and fix everything for us out there, only makes it hotter.
Finally, Daddy strokes my hair. It’s such a simple gesture, but it shakes me down to my toes. “Good girl. Thank you for admitting the truth. Now, come here.”
The words hardly matter, because he’s not just telling me. He’s taking charge and making me.
He grabs me by the back of my neck, twisting my long hair around his fist to add a touch of exquisite pain that, just like with the spanking earlier, sparks something in me I’ve never had the courage to ask for before.
Daddy uses his firm hold to drag me against the seam of his slacks, and I inhale his musky, masculine scent like it’s a drug, greedily rubbing it all over my cheeks and nose. I mouth at the heat of his cock, bulging against the cloth as if it’s trying to fight its way out, and Daddy groans as Cade makes a muffled, needy sound behind me.
I know exactly how he feels. I could happily live here forever.
“Take it out,” Daddy commands, keeping my face pressed to the hard ridge of his shaft as he grinds it against my face.
