Page 37 of Her Devious Daddies

August leaned down and licked a line from my jaw to the sweet hollow of my neck. I tipped my head backward, letting it hit the wall with a soft thud. There was something deliciously naughty about him touching me in a semi-public place. No one could see us, but someone could walk in.

“What do you need right now?” He cupped my cheek and kissed my lips. “Tell me quickly because I have to get back to the rig, babygirl.”

“If I don’t tell you–”

August snapped on a glove from his pocket. That couldn’t be a good sign. Yet, I said nothing. He glanced around the small space and spotted something. Before I could process what was happening, he tore open a silver packet and squeezed lubricant onto the tip of his pointer finger. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out his plan.

We’d discussed some of his kinky medical-play fantasies. I shared some of my ideas and there was a spot where they intersected: anal stimulation. I hadn’t explored it much, but August enjoyed it. He bent me over a small table, standing behind me so if someone walked in, I was not exposed. My flared skirt gave him easy access to my body. Tugging my panties to my thighs, he wasted no additional time and slid his finger deftly inside the tight ring of my ass. I clenched around the intruding digit.

“Since you refused to tell me, I’ll just have to guess.” August growled low in his throat.

If I wasn’t already so aroused, the growl would have done it for me. He slapped my upper thighs with his free hand a few times while I struggled to stay quiet.

Clenching harder, I whimpered. “Please may I have an orgasm, Daddy?”

“Such a sweet little thing. I love it when you beg. Don’t worry, Daddy’s going to give you exactly what you need.”

Fuck. Though Logan referred to himself as Daddy, it hit differently with August. He appeared to be some sort of playboy on the surface. Now I knew better but his movie-star good looks added to the judgment rather than clarifying.

“Please, Daddy?”

August kissed my shoulder and reached around to play with my clit. He did some incredible combo with his fingers working my pleasure nub, his other digit buried in my tight back hole. I came quickly, somehow keeping quiet, but breathing heavily as he withdrew from both of my most sensitive spots. I couldn’t help but whine at the loss.

He tugged my panties into place, giving my ass a solid smack before smoothing my skirt. I heard the snap of the glove and saw him dispose of it and wash his hands in the utility sink. It took me a few moments to compose myself from the bliss swirling through my body.

August lifted me onto the counter and kissed me. “Do you feel better now, babygirl?”

“Oh, I feel amazing. Next time, can I just ask for this sort of treatment?”

“Yes, Karsyn. You can ask me for anything.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

August kissed me again before helping me down and leading me out of the utility closet. The lights in the hallway seemed brighter and the hustle and bustle around us louder.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“I don’t have any plans. I was just leaving work.”

“Come over tonight. I’ll make you dinner.”

“Just you?”

“Logan’s busy tonight, and I’d like to get to know you better, just the two of us. Are you disappointed?”

“No, not at all. I’m just trying to figure out if I should bring wine or–”

“Bring whatever you want. And if you want to stay tonight, I’d love for you to wake up in my bed so I can give you multiple orgasms before breakfast.”

“That does sound much better than hitting the snooze button on my phone.” I beamed up at him as we reached the ambulance bay doors.

“Good. Text me and we’ll figure out a time.”

“I will. And, um, I’m sorry for being so needy while you are working.” Shit. Some of my insecurities tumbled out of my lips almost of their own accord. I stared up at him while his eyes flicked back and forth between mine.

“You are not needy, Karsyn. I like our playful banter. I can handle your poking, but now you know how I’ll respond. You’ll never get punished for bratting at me. Just make sure you don’t cross that line into disrespect.”

“Yes, Sir.” I hugged him, feeling seen and validated.

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