Page 16 of Her Devious Daddies

“Yellow.” I groaned out the word in between breaths. “I forgot I can just say a color. I’m learning.”

“Breathe, August.”

I nodded and did as he said, taking a minute to gather my thoughts as Logan rubbed my head. The gesture soothed my nerves even more than his palm. “Can you please tell me what implement you used so I can list it as a limit immediately, Sir?”

“Lexan paddle.”

“Giant limit.”

“Got it. Now tell me if a butt plug is a limit or a kink for you.” Logan rubbed my shoulders until the tension eased. Oh fuck. His hands were magical. Of course they were. Was there anything about this man that I wasn’t into?

“Kink but only in private not in public.” It took me a few seconds to realize I forgot his title. “Sir.”

“Good boy. It’s so much better when you answer my question the first time. Let’s keep going. Blindfold?”

“Kink, Sir.”

He moved his hand to my neck and upward until his fingers were in my hair. I wanted more. Logan stroked my hair, pulling it on occasion and I grunted.

“Silk ties.” He threw out the next item as if ticking off a list. “Limit or kink?”

“I’ve used them, Sir, but I don’t know if I’d like them as a restraint.”

“Noted.”

He helped me to straighten and slowly turned me around. I felt my pulse on the tip of my tongue as I stared deep into his eyes. Did he know looking into his eyes was a form of torture? What would he do if I kissed him?

Stop it.

I looked from his mouth to his eyes and back. “It’s getting pretty late.”

“I’m used to being up late and you work overnight shifts on the regular, but nice try. Are you ready to apologize yet?”

“Yes, Sir.” It wasn’t entirely true, but if he kept pushing me, spanking me, and asking me questions I’d easily cave to his dominance. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

Logan pointed at the floor. “Get on your knees.”

There was something incredibly humbling and arousing about prostrating myself in front of him. I slowly looked upward.

Leaning down, he took my face in between his hands, patiently waiting for me to speak. “I apologize for cursing at you, Sir. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

“You’re forgiven. Why did you curse at me in the first place?”

I swallowed hard, wishing I wasn’t such a coward when it came to men. Chatting up women? Dating them? Complimenting them? Being their Daddy? Check. Check. Check. Check. Admitting I wanted to be treated the same way I treated my submissives? Nope. Neither my best friends Reed or Kingston, nor my brother, Tristan, knew the truth. I was lying to myself again. After a party one night I’d confessed everything. Thankfully they respected me and cared about me enough to never speak a word of it. All three of them openly dated men , but I kept that part of me closely guarded.

After thirty seconds of looking at Logan, I blew out my breath. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“And where has not talking about it gotten you?”

“On my knees in your office, apparently.”

Logan thrust his hand into my hair against my scalp. Nothing good could come of it. He tugged hard, forcing me to stand awkwardly while my neck craned at an odd angle. Our height difference never mattered before, but it mattered now. “Why do snarky replies keep falling out of your mouth, August?”

“Maybe I’m hoping you’ll do something about it, Sir.”

“You’re hoping I’ll do something to quiet your mouth? Is that what I’m hearing? Get specific or I’ll have to guess.”

“I wouldn’t want to make it easy for you, Sir.”

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