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“I’m…” She was about to say she was half-naked, but she was actually considerably more clothed than the majority of the people in the room with them. Still, though. It was Katrina’s uncle!

And you’re banging Katrina’s dad. What’s your point?

This was not the impression she imagined making on his family. On the other hand, if the club was named after his brother, then his brother was in the lifestyle, so he shouldn’t judge, right?

It still felt really weird to be going to meet his brother while she was basically wearing a slip. Her butt clenched.

Wearing a slip and a plug in her ass.

Could there be a worse time for an introduction?

She didn’t want to stay down on the main floor, though, not without Daddy, even though Shane had been really nice. She didn’t actually know him, and she didn’t want to be in a strange kink club with someone she’d just met.

When she wasn’t able to come up with a real answer, Daddy smiled down at her.

“It will be fine. He’s going to love you, though he’s probably going to give me a hard time, so be prepared for that. Once we talk to him, we can come back down here and watch or grab a seat and watch… or find a private room where we can play a little. Whatever you want to do.” Leaning down, Daddy gave her an encouraging kiss on her forehead.

Emily took a deep breath before nodding.

She could do this.

Meet Braden, then maybe watch some of the scenes, and then a private room sounded amazing. One day, she might be comfortable enough to be on display—there was something a little exciting about that thought—but she wasn’t ready to jump all the way into the deep end yet.

Walking upstairs with a plug in her butt was a whole new experience. She felt as if it was going to fall out with every step she took, which made her clench, but then that made it hard to walk up the stairs, so she had to relax…

I’m never wearing a plug without underwear again.

By the time she made it to the top of the stairs, she felt like she’d run a marathon. Daddy eyed her, as if he wasn’t sure why she was panting.

“Everything okay, Sunshine? If you’re too nervous, we can just leave.” His eyes were full of real concern.

“Oh, no, it’s not that. I mean, I am anxious about meeting your brother, but it’s just… the stairs… and the plug…” Her cheeks were burning hot red as she squirmed in place, embarrassment flushing through her whole body. Not that it did anything to quell her arousal. The constant clenching all the way up the stairs had made her even slicker than before, and her nipples were stiff little points rubbing against the silky fabric of her lingerie.

It didn’t matter that she was about to meet his brother. She didn’t think her nipples were going to chill out. Every part of her felt extra sensitive.

“Ah, yes. The plug.” Something in his eyes glinted, and she shivered. She liked it when he got all dark and dangerous like that. “Too bad I didn’t get a vibrating one.”

“Oh, no, that’s not too bad at all,” she said fervently, making him chuckle.

“Something for the future. Come on.” He guided her forward, heading along the balcony to a door on the far side. A large panel of black, mirrored glass made up a big section of the wall, right after where the door was, providing a view of the whole first floor for anyone who happened to look up at it. She was pretty sure it was one-way glass and guessed there were probably people inside the room looking down.

Which meant, if his brother was in there, he’d probably seen them arrive. Emily shivered again and wasn’t sure if it was from apprehension or excitement. This was a whole new world she’d just stepped into, and now she had to meet Daddy’s brother.

Huh… did that make him her uncle?

24

Facing the Family

Emily

As soon as they walked through the door of the office, Daddy ground to a halt, and Emily looked around in alarm, trying to figure out why. Then she stopped and also stared because there was a Daddy double in the office, sitting on the couch next to another man, except he was… different. It wasn’t just that his hair was a little neater or that he was wearing a business suit. There was something about his expression she couldn’t define. She would know the difference between him and Daddy immediately, though, despite the fact they were otherwise identical.

“Bryce,” Daddy growled, glaring at his double.

“Blake.” Daddy Double turned his gaze to Emily, looking her over from head to toe in a way that both disconcerted and annoyed her. He’d better not be judging her for what she was wearing just because he was in a suit. “And who is this?”

“She’s mine.”

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