Chapter 8 #2
He shoved my shirt up. “Off. This comes off. Now.” His gruff demanding tone made my clit give a deep achy throb. He was good at this. The demanding bossy sex. He swatted my thigh and my eyes flew wide. I hadn’t been paying attention. What had he said?
“You listening, girlie? You need some help learning to pay attention?”
I swallowed hard. “No, Daddy. I’ll do better,” I breathed the words as he started kissing my neck again.
“Arms up.”
I obeyed this time, and his big palms skimmed up my ribs taking my shirt with them. He tossed the shirt onto the floor and smiled.
“This has got to go too,” he said, tonguing the lace of my white bra right over my nipple.
I groaned, my tight bud straining for release against its delicate fabric prison.
“Need to taste those pretty pink nipples, yeah?”
I gasped as he nipped at one, pinching it between his lip-sheathed teeth. “Yes, oh, god, yes. Taste me, please.”
He chuckled and it sounded dirty. “I like hearing you beg, girlie.”
Reaching behind me he flicked the spot on my back where my bra clasped together and it sprang apart, releasing my breasts. They were heavy with need, and I arched to give him better access.
“That’s better,” he murmured more to them than to me, and went to work cupping, weighing, and kneading them.
When he finally took one hard bud into his mouth and pulled, sucking hard, my palms tingled, and my clit gave a long needy throb.
I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders.
He switched to the other, tormenting it between his hardened lips a moment before sucking it deep.
The tug felt as if it were connected to my pussy and my breath hitched.
I ran my fingers into his hair, almost clinging to him as his mouth and tongue swept me into a place where only pleasure existed. I tugged him closer, and he growled, pinching the fleshiest part of my thigh.
“Be a good girl and lie back for me.”
“We’re going to have sex on the table? That doesn’t seem very hygienic, Doctor Daddy,” I said teasingly.
“I’m afraid I left my roll of crunchy paper back at the hospital. Does Rawhide have any butcher paper?”
I laughed, swinging my hand to swat him. He caught it, his eyes darkening as he kissed my palm. “Tsk, tsk, girlie. Don’t be a naughty girl, or I’ll have to punish you, and I’d really rather pleasure you right now.”
I swallowed hard as his words gave my southern region its own heartbeat. But I wanted both. I wanted all of it.
“Are you going to do as you’re told or do I have to make you?”
There was threat in his voice, and despite the underlying amusement in his eyes, a zing of urgency struck me. I wanted to obey. No, I needed to. Deep to my core, my sole purpose was to obey this man. And that felt incredibly dangerous.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, I told myself despite the fact that an alarm was sounding in my brain. Wes was dangerous to my plan. Remember, this is just one night, my ovaries cried. Just one night to be free of the shackles of responsibility.
This felt too good, too right. “I’ll be obedient, Daddy.”
Weak, I chided myself. You’re weak. Yeah, I am, but have you seen him? Do you feel this?
“Lie back.” When I hesitated, he spoke again, sharper this time. “I won’t ask again.”
I leaned back on the table and both of my inner voices instantly silenced as I gave up control.
“You don’t like what we’re doing, you tell me. You get nervous, wanna slow things down, I need to know. Got me? If I ask, you answer or I shut this down.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said automatically.
He smiled, shook his head and cursed. “You’re so good at this, girlie. Just like I remember.”
I didn’t reply, just bit my lip. Why did I love it so much when he called me that?
“Look at you spread out like my own personal feast.” He undid the button of my jeans and then tugged the zipper down slowly. “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you again.”
I nodded eagerly at him.
“Still good?” His brow quirked up in question.
“So good.” I rolled my eyes back. “So fucking good.”
He chuckled darkly. “Such a dirty mouth.” He reached forward, pinching my nipple and I squealed at the bolt of lightning it sent through me. “Be a good girl and watch that filthy mouth or I’ll have to wash it out.”
Damn. This was the dark, demanding Wes from my memory that lit me up. But how far would he go?
Danger. Danger. Danger.
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out flat as if in a dare. He chuckled and this time it was extra dark, so dark in fact, that shivers rolled through me leaving me tingling everywhere.
His mouth quirked up on one side, and he grabbed my hand pulling me back up to a sitting position. He released my hand and took my chin instead. “Are you sure you don’t want to take that back, brat? You’re moving into dangerous territory.”
I shook my head even though frisson pulsed through me. “Everything about you feels dangerous, Daddy.”
Releasing my chin, he put his hands under my arms, lifted me off the table and set me on my feet.
“Good dangerous?” he asked, his thumb and forefinger pinching my chin while his penetrating gaze shifted from one of my eyes to the other as if he were reading my mind.
The heat and need dancing between us was palpable.
I swallowed hard. This man, equal parts soft and rough, sweet and stern, deep and playful—he saw me.
And dammit, I suddenly didn’t want to be seen.
I didn’t want him knowing how being strong, being responsible, doing it all, was killing me.
That this moment with him was the brightest moment I’d had in so long, I’d likely have the worst sub drop of my life when our twenty-four hours were up.
He tipped my chin a little higher before releasing it to run his hand down my neck to grab my throat.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, girlie?” His stern voice penetrated my overthinking brain just as his hand took a firmer grip on my throat.
A bolt of heat shot through me. “Green, all fucking green,” I said on a gasp and then he kissed me. The kiss was not a mating of tongues, there was no union, it was an invasion, hard and punishing, and I whimpered into his mouth.
When he released my mouth, I felt raw but alive and filled with the kind of anticipation I only got from a real scene. Something with stakes.
I gasped as he released my throat to fist my hair instead. Lowering me to my knees and then to sit back onto my calves, he gave me a crooked smile. “Time for some consequences for that filthy mouth.”
His words evoked a full body anticipatory tremor. My pussy pulsed, moisture pooling in between my folds. He reached over his shoulder, took the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Rising, I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with trembling eager fingers.
He was the perfect man. No, my perfect man.
My body had never reacted to another like it did for Wes.
Cleo would probably kick my ass for putting him in the friend category, and maybe someday, when I was ready for a relationship, I’d kick myself too.
Because you couldn’t come back from something like this.
You couldn’t suddenly rewind and start dating if you changed your mind.
Could you?