Page 105 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

When Caleb’s fingertip brushes over my folds, I falter, the words scattering from my thoughts before I can speak them aloud.

“Having trouble?” Lincoln asks as he starts to pull away from me. “Maybe we shouldn’t touch you while you read.”

“No, you can touch me,” I say, reaching for his hand to hold it against my leg.

“Then you better keep reading,” Caleb says. “We want to hear how the story goes, doll.”

I try to read further, I really do. But when the princess is trying to deep-throat one of the bodyguards while the other one is putting a plug in her ass, I think I might combust.

“Something wrong?” Caleb asks, while Lincoln swirls his fingertip at my entrance.

“Please, Daddies, I can’t keep reading. I want to make you happy, but I need to come so bad.”

“Poor little girl,” Lincoln says, kissing me.

I set down the phone and cling to his shoulders, trying to extend the kiss and take more than he’s offering.

“Little troublemaker,” he says when he pulls away.

“Kinky old man,” I reply, grouchy that he pulled away. “Can we go home now?”

“We could go home, or we could have more fun here,” Caleb says. “I might have reserved one of the playrooms when I got us drinks.”

“Room Three?” Lincoln asks.

Caleb nods. “Room Three.”

“Why that one specifically?” I ask. “What’s in Room Three?”

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Caleb

Instead of answering Evie, we lead her from our table to Room Three. I’m sure people are looking at her in her dress, which glows white under the black lights that are the theme this evening. I know I can’t take my eyes off of her.

We reach Room Three. The curtains are pulled shut. We’ll open them if Evie wants, but she might prefer to keep our first time together at Low Vice private.

I open the door and Lincoln ushers Evie inside. She takes a long, slow look around.

All of the rooms have a padded bench in front of the window. Any action on that bench is framed perfectly to people who might be watching beyond the room. The rooms used to all have beds, but some of the beds have been moved out to make room for other furniture.

For example, a sex swing.

After all, if we wanted to fuck on a bed without an audience, we could do that at the apartment Lincoln and I rented for the three of us in San Esteban. I am really looking forward to Evie moving in with us, although I understand why she wants to wait a few more weeks.

Evie immediately walks to the sex swing. “What’s this?”

Lincoln and I exchange a look and grin. Curious girl. Our little kitten is getting herself tied up in the yarn.

The mere thought of Evie splayed out in that swing has my dick pulsing with lust.

“Why don’t you have a seat and we’ll show you what it does?” Lincoln says as he stands behind her and unzips the back of her dress. Before the fabric can fall to the floor, he reaches around from the back to cup her tits. I can only see the outlines of his hands moving over her chest, but from the way her eyes flutter shut and she gasps, he’s making her feel good.

She leans back against him, lost in his touch.

“Daddy Lincoln asked you a question, little girl,” I say.

“Mmm,” she says. “I don’t care too much about that right now.”

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