Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
DASH
She's fucking stunning… and she's all ours. Our new little plaything. I've always wanted a kitten, but Cutter always rejected past choices. He's always got final say because Daddy knows best.
Looks as though he's been holding out for the best, and this one is definitely top-notch. Young and succulent—perfect for the taking. I bet she's even a virgin. Fuck…
She feels so soft and pliable in my arms, making me wonder if she will still feel that way when we have our cocks deep inside her. Oh, the thoughts that are running rampant through my head would even make the devil himself blush.
The cool night breeze blows past us as we step outside, causing her top to flutter. It gives me a peek of a pale pink erect nipple, and I harden at once.
Cutter is hot on my heels. "Here, get in the backseat with Kitten," he says as we reach his car, leaning past me to pull the back door open.
I slide in, keeping our girl settled on my lap before she can slip away.
"Isn't this kidnapping?" she asks, brows knitting together.
"I don't see any kids here," I tease lightly. "So I'm going with no."
"But you never asked if I wanted to leave with you," she states with a nervous tone. "For all I know, the two of you could be…I don't know, psychotic serial killers."
A laugh bursts free just as Cutter drops into the driver's seat. "Hey, Cutter," I say, still chuckling, "you planning on killing our kitten?"
Cutter turns in his seat, letting his gaze sweep over our girl. "The only plans I have include making her scream, but none of them will kill her. She may pass out, but die? Never."
The slight gasp that escapes from our kitten's lips has me wishing we were already home. Good thing we don't live far.
"How old are you, Kitten?" I brush some of her hair from her face. She's too pretty to let anything hide even an inch of her from the world.
"I-I'm eighteen," she says, shyly. "Today's my birthday."
My hand stills. I knew she was young, but just turning eighteen… that's younger than I've ever wanted to go. I've always kept them at twenty or older.
I meet Cutter's eyes in the rearview mirror—he's thinking the same thing. But when I drop my gaze back to our Kitten, I know that without a doubt, her age isn't going to matter.
"What's your name, Kitten?" Cutter asks from the front.
Our girl looks from me to him, then back to me. "I'm Stefani… Stefani Konan."
"Konan?" Cutter echoes the words as soon as they're out of my mouth.
"As in Mayor Konan?" I ask, shocked.
"Yeah—I mean, he's my father, but my parents are divorced."
"Are you close to your father?" I run my hand down her silky thigh, savoring the feel of her skin.
"No, not at all," she argues. "I can't stand that lying bastard. My father can't seem to keep his dick in his pants."
Wow. For someone who looks so innocent, she sure does have a mouth on her. A mouth that I would love to see wrapped around my girthy man meat.
I can just imagine it now… Daddy in my ass while I'm railing our kitten's tight little flower. Then we'll take turns stretching her pretty pink sphincter until it's gaping so wide that we can see all the way inside of it.
Stefani's voice pulls me from my fantasy of her stretched out asshole. "Um, you're poking me, uh…"
"Dash," I enlighten her as I press my hard-on into her a little more. "You like that? It's all for you, Kitten."
Her breathing becomes shallow as she stares at me with doe-like eyes. I can feel her pulse race when I drag my hand down the side of her neck.
Thinking this is my cue, I run the hand that's on her thigh up and under her skirt. Her thighs squeeze together, and I grin.
Dipping my head, I whisper in her ear. "Let me in, Kitten. I want to see how wet you are for us."
"I'm n-not…" she stammers, which tells me she's lying.
"Then you have nothing to hide," I tell her. "Open…"
Like a good girl, she relaxes her legs, and I slip my hand up and between her plush limbs. The heat radiating from her core is undeniable, and when I dip my finger into her panties… she's fucking soaked.
The petals of her flower are slick with arousal as I glide my finger through them. God, I want to be like a hummingbird and suck all the nectar from her center. Instead, I pull my hand out and lick the sweet musky glaze of desire from my finger. It's fucking divine.
"Fuck, Kitten…" I say achingly. "Please say we can have you. That one little taste has me hooked like I've tasted heaven and can't go back."
"But, I don't know you, and besides—"
"Besides—nothing…" I say, taking her chin in my fingers and lifting her mouth to mine.
I kiss her with everything I've got, making sure she falls under the spell that most women do after a kiss from me. It isn't until I feel her body relax that I lift my mouth from hers.
"You can have more of that, Kitten," Cutter says from the front as he slows the car. "All you have to do is agree to it. We'll take good care of you."
As the car pulls into the underground parking garage at our apartment complex, I rub my finger over Stefani's bottom lip. Her stare is heated, and I know, without a doubt, she'll be ours.
The slight nod of her head has me dipping mine once more and taking her lips. After a few seconds, I pull back just enough to mumble, "That's a good kitten. Daddy and I are going to take real good care of you."