Chapter 2
Hendrix
Fuck, she’s hot. Every damn inch of her sexy body makes my dick hard.
When I first stepped onto the main floor thirty minutes ago, I nearly tripped over my own feet. I couldn’t believe my eyes when Kelsey assumed the position Mistress Claudia requested against the peg board.
For several minutes, I blinked, thinking my mind was playing tricks on me. Surely it couldn’t be Kelsey.
But it is.
I’m not surprised she’s a member of Edge. After all, she and Madison had planned to come to the club with a few men for Madison’s twenty-first birthday two months ago. I didn’t know that at the time, but I’ve heard all about it since.
My best friend, Myles, whom I considered murdering with my bare hands for a while, hadn’t permitted Madison to go out with friends that night.
Permitted. Ha. I still don’t know whether to thank him or clobber him.
My friend had moved my daughter into his home and made her his submissive.
In so doing, he did not permit her to recklessly spend an evening at Edge with Kelsey or whoever else they’d planned to hook up with.
The fact that Kelsey has gotten a membership to Edge isn’t shocking. The fact that I just watched her submit so beautifully to Mistress Claudia nearly made me swallow my tongue.
My cock is so hard I can’t possibly hide it.
Kelsey Stevens.
The woman has been on my mind from the moment I met her. I never should have invited her to apply for a position with my company. I never should have thought about her as much as I have. And I certainly shouldn’t be standing here ogling her naked body.
I lift her robe, holding it out to her.
We haven’t exchanged any words. We’re simply staring at each other. Her gaze doesn’t leave mine as she takes the silk garment from my fingertips. She’s trembling, but that could be a consequence of the scene.
Claudia’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “Hey, Hendrix. Haven’t seen you in a while. Do you know Kelsey?”
I turn my head toward Claudia. “I’ve been overseas. Just got back. And yes, we’ve met.” I don’t tell her where or why. That’s personal, and honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about it.
I’m aware Kelsey is still staring at me. She doesn’t cower. Her shoulders are pulled back. She doesn’t even rush to cover her body. She takes her time putting the robe on.
Fuck me. Her body… Jesus. Pert high breasts with dark-rose nipples.
They’re so hard they must ache. Does submitting to Claudia do that to her?
I doubt it. Madison has never mentioned Kelsey being with a woman.
It’s possible that Kelsey is bisexual, but Claudia is a very professional Domme.
She’s all business. She dominates both men and women.
There’s nothing about the scene I just watched that would suggest Claudia’s thoughts were anywhere but on her role as a Domme.
“I thought you were returning next week,” Kelsey finally says.
Claudia looks back and forth between us before focusing on Kelsey. “You okay? I can sit with you for a while.”
Kelsey slides her gaze toward Claudia. “I’m good. Thank you. That was exactly what I needed.”
Claudia turns back to me. Her lips part.
“I’ll make sure she’s in the right headspace before she leaves the club,” I assure Claudia.
I’m not surprised when the Domme hesitates. It’s inappropriate for her to walk away from someone she just topped. She knows me, though, and she has no reason not to trust my word. She finally nods and turns away.
I hold out a hand to Kelsey. “Come.” I have no business issuing orders. The word slips out sharper than I intended. I’m not her Dominant. I’m not her anything. I’m her friend’s father. I’d be smart to remind myself of that.
Kelsey sets her fingers in my palm.
As I guide her out of the main room, I quickly consider my options. I should escort her to a couch in the aftercare area, make sure she drinks enough water, and watch her for signs of subspace.
That’s not what I do. No. Fool that I am, I guide her directly to the second-floor exit.
“Uh… Where are we going? My clothes are in the locker room.”
I don’t respond as I lead her into the reception area and nod at Marny. I still don’t say anything as we step into the stairwell.
Kelsey flinches when the door closes behind us. “Mr. Kennedy?”
I type my code into the keypad to open the door that leads to the third floor and pull it open. With a hand on the small of her back, I lead her through the opening.
“You’re taking me upstairs?”
I press my fingers into her flesh, right above her bottom. “Yes.”
She doesn’t say another word or ask any more questions as we ascend the steps, nor does she speak when we step through the entrance to the third floor, where all the top-tier private apartments are located.
I haven’t been here in two months, not since I last came to Seattle for my daughter’s graduation. It was Kelsey’s graduation as well. I did check in with the owners, Easton and Drake Riley. They made sure my apartment was cleaned and ready for my return.
As we pass their office, I pause at the open door to acknowledge Easton, who is currently sitting at his desk.
He swivels around to meet my gaze. “Good evening, Hendrix. Kelsey.” He nods toward her but gives no indication he’s surprised to see us together.
He undoubtedly knows we’re acquainted. After all, Myles is my best friend.
He also has a top-tier apartment, and he’s engaged to my daughter.
Nothing gets by Easton or Drake, including who knows whom. But they are polite and discreet.
Pressing against Kelsey’s back, I urge her down the hallway until we arrive at my apartment. After quickly typing in my code, I open the door.
Kelsey’s breath hitches as she enters. She doesn’t wait for an invitation to explore. She simply starts wandering around. “I wondered what the private apartments looked like,” she murmurs.
I watch her, bemused. She’s wearing the robe now, but she didn’t go to great lengths to secure it. The tie is loosely threaded at her waist, and all her most important parts are covered, but the top section isn’t pulled all the way together, so the open V extends down to her waist.
The silk is only barely long enough to cover her fantastic ass and her pussy, both of which are burned into my brain and will never disappear.
I’ve lost my mind bringing her up here. I should have walked away, not making contact. She never needed to have known I was at the club tonight. I shouldn’t have watched her scene like a mesmerized teenager.
I hadn’t been able to leave, though. Witnessing her in her element solidified every fantasy I’ve had about her for the past two months. Her naked body is even better than I imagined. So is her submission.
I stroll over and sit on the loveseat, trying to remain calm and in control, or at least feigning as much. After crossing my legs, mostly to hide my erection, I set one ankle over the other knee and lean back. With an elbow on the arm of the loveseat, I rub my chin and watch Kelsey explore.
Her ponytail is loose, her long waves of various shades of blond swaying back and forth. When Claudia grabbed that thick mane and tugged it back, my breath hitched. Now I’ll be thinking about doing that myself and seeing Kelsey’s expression. On top of every other fantasy I have starring this woman.
I wait for her, hoping she’s at least slightly off-kilter. She moves around with confidence, though, her head held high, heedless of the fact she’s barely covered. Either she doesn’t care or wants me to think she doesn’t.
I know she’s not very modest, or she wouldn’t have been naked on the second floor. That tells me a lot about Kelsey. The caveman in me wanted to pull that robe around her sexy body, drag her from the room, and lecture her about not sharing what’s mine.
And what the absolute fuck?
Mine?
Hardly.
Just because I’ve fantasized about Kelsey doesn’t make her mine. Not even close. I’m nearly twice her age. Even glancing at her makes me a hypocrite after the way I treated Madison and Myles.
Inwardly, I cringe. I’m not fully over the idea of my best friend living with my daughter. Dominating her. Obviously sleeping with her.
Marrying her.
I’m going to have to get my shit together and fast because the two of them are getting married in a week, and they won’t be pleased if I don’t paste on a smile.
I have no right to stand in their way, and intellectually I’m aware of this. Madison is a grown adult. Myles knows his mind. I believe them when they say they never had a single thought of hooking up initially, and when they did, they didn’t act on it until a few months ago.
It’s obvious Myles adores her and would move heaven and earth to make her happy.
I should be grateful that he’s so overprotective and bossy because now I never have to worry about where she is or who she’s with.
Any fears I had about her wild twenties have poofed out of existence.
There will be no wild anything now that she’s with Myles.
Two months ago, I stepped into Kelsey’s rental home, did a double-take when I spotted her, and immediately shoved the attraction down. Now? Any reason I could list to dissuade myself from making a move on her sounds absurd now that Madison is with Myles.
She’s too young. She’s too immature. She needs more time to know herself. She’s green. She can’t be certain of her submissive tendencies. Her parents would probably have me murdered in my sleep… The list is long and comical in light of my daughter’s situation.
That last item might not be as horrifying as I would think, considering I met her parents at her graduation party.
I don’t know their exact ages because I’ve never asked, but I suspect that her mother is significantly younger than her father.
Maybe not twenty-one years younger, but close.
Either that or her father looks much older than his age, or her mother ages very well.
I’d say her father is about sixty. Her mother looked closer to forty. If that’s the case…