Page 5 of Her Devious Daddies

Karsyn. The sweet and sassy woman who’d bought toys from my store last week. I was glad she’d told me a few personal details so I could connect the dots. “Is she having a good time?”

“I think so. Unfortunately, I keep getting pulled into aftercare sessions. It would be so nice to have someone else watching out for her.” Kendall blinked innocently, a glint of something else flickering through her eyes.

“You seem to have a naughty thought in your head, darling. What’s really on your mind?”

Kendall huffed. “I’m not being naughty… for once.”

“Are you sure about that? There’s no one on the bench right now if you want me to test the sincerity of your statement.” I cocked an eyebrow. She wasn’t being entirely truthful. I had a knack for reading people. Kendall knew how important honesty was to me. We’d known each other a long time. Though we’d never played together in a scene, she demoed new toys and implements when there was no one else available.

“Karsyn is really sweet, Logan,” she whispered. “I’ve only been friends with her for a little while, but she really needs somebody to see how special she is.”

The lines between normal conversations and those at the club sometimes blurred in our small town especially since many of us were also friends outside of our work commitments and entanglements. It was not unusual to have a scene with someone and then bump into them at the grocery store a few days later. I rubbed my chin, trying to think of how to answer her.

“You’re not even listening to me!” Kendall stomped her foot twice, her huge brown eyes filled with irritation.

“I am listening. One warning. Don’t come at me with an attitude, sweetheart.”

“Or?”

“Why do brats always ask for an ‘or’ option?” I scratched the scruff on my chin. “Or I will adjust it for you.”

“No, thank you, Sir.” Kendall pouted and opened her arms.

I hugged her, lifting her off her feet and setting her down again. “Much better.”

“I’m sorry, Wicked,” she apologized. “A lot of people around me have been getting their… ahem… needs met today and even though I’m happy about it…”

“You haven’t had much attention.” It wasn’t a question.

She nodded and blew out a breath.

“If you want to negotiate a scene, my dance card has a few spots left.”

“Your hands are bigger than my butt. I’ve observed many of your scenes, and your partners can’t sit comfortably for days.”

“Added bonus. Besides, I don’t have to use a paddle. I’m sure I can find something else.” I gave her a cheesy grin before patting her head.

Kendall sighed. “We’ve been meaning to talk about your rope skills sometime. Just not tonight. Plus, you’re right. I’ve been flitting around helping other people instead of paying attention to what I want.”

“You know where to find me. I’ll keep an eye out for your friend as well.”

“Thank you, Wicked.”

“You’re welcome.” I continued traversing the hallways as I thought about Karsyn. She was here at my club, apparently, yet I hadn’t bumped into her at all. I wondered if she had been thinking about me since our encounter at my shop. She sure seemed interested in me as well as anything else I might be into, but it wasn’t a guarantee. I remembered the way her eyes darted to the paddle on display at the shop and how she’d subtly licked her lips. The gesture had made me incredibly hard, and it took a lot of composure to push away the completely inappropriate thoughts. Though she had been flirting openly, I didn’t bother to ask about what she was looking for. Not in a retail shop in the middle of a Tuesday. Still, that she was at the club at all gave me pause. She had interest in at least some of the things I was into, and unlike the shop, the club was an appropriate place to discuss those mutual interests. Now if only I could find her…

KARSYN

Overwhelmed. Panicking. The reason why I stopped going to clubs. Spinning around blindly with tears in my eyes, I rushed out of the main room into a hallway. I’d been having a good time and enjoying the atmosphere, but the scene I’d just witnessed had set off a visceral reaction I couldn’t explain. My breath caught in my throat and black spots filled my vision. I bumped into someone hard and would have fallen to the floor if they didn’t wrap an arm around my waist, catching me.

“Are you okay?”

Blinking up at where the voice was coming from, I saw the owner of Wicked Kisses, the sex shop I was at last week. What was his name? I tried to answer him, but it seemed like I had no breath to form words.

He raised a walkie-talkie radio, pushed a button, and waited for someone to answer him. While I tried to breathe, he touched my wrist, reading my name bracelet. It was important at the club not to use your real name but sometimes the lines blurred. Or at least that’s what Kendall told me.

“It’s Wicked. Send me a medic to medical room four? Thanks. Have someone collect Feisty Little Brat’s belongings from her locker. Yup. Can you also send a female advocate? Great. Thank you.”

It slowly dawned on me that the medic was for me. I didn’t want anyone to poke or prod at me. I’d have panicked about that too, but curiosity about his club name had my mind ripe with possibilities. If only I could breathe. “I… I… I don’t need… medical assistance.”

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