Page 24 of Daddy's Rule

I nodded. “Probably in and out. Just resting as her body comes down from all the adrenaline.”

“How are you? Can I get you anything? Want me to order a steak or a burger for you? Doordash you some red meat?”

I laughed, thankful for him, for all of them. “I’m okay. I ate before I came. Thank you, though. We’ll probably leave soon.”

“You need a drink?”

“Whiskey neat.” One of the perks of living in the same set of buildings I played in was that I never had to worry about how I was going to get home.

Lennon flagged down a server and ordered for me. I had a drink in front of me within minutes. Another of life’s perks. When you signed the paychecks, you got the best service. I downed the drink, sighing deeply as the cool amber liquid burned my throat on its way down.

In my arms, Nyla stirred; her eyelashes fluttered, then her eyes opened as she blinked up at me. “I dozed off,” she whispered sheepishly.

“Yes, you did. That's okay. How are you feeling?”

“Really, really good,” she murmured into my chest. “And kind of like I want to return the favor.”

I was a patient and caring Dom, but I was still a red-blooded man and my cock swelled at her sweetly spoken words.

I cleared my throat and stood, Nyla still in my arms. “Well, I think that's our cue to leave.”

We walked into Nyla’s apartment at half past one, and I could tell the dynamic between us had shifted. I wasn’t imagining things. After our play session in the club Nyla’s body was primed for me, and she hummed with an energy that radiated sexual desire. I was rock hard, aching with need. And even though I was certain I was reading the scene correctly, I had to check, and we were both going to have to take a minute to reevaluate what we wanted and make sure we weren’t jumping into something we would regret later.

“Nyla,” I whispered, leaning close, nuzzling my lips against her neck.

“Bas,” she moaned, arching her body toward mine. She reached down and cupped my erection through the fabric of my slacks, and it was all the consent I needed to move forward. Was it the right thing to do? I didn’t know. I didn’t care.

“Nyla.” I breathed her name again and lowered my lips to hers, kissing her with reverence. She melted against me, pressing her body tight against mine.

“Bas,” she whispered against my lips. “I know it's against the rules… but… can we go to the bedroom?”

“Screw the rules.”

That panted conversation was all the consent I needed to move forward in the moment, not knowing or caring what this meant for our arrangement, or how we moved forward after tonight.

I lifted the hem of her little black dress and whipped it over her head, tearing my fingers through her wild curls as I claimed her mouth with mine in a kiss that defied propriety and every single boundary we had kept up until this point.

She moaned my name and thrust her hips against me as her fingers raked down my back, scratching the skin through my shirt.

"Fuck this."

I grabbed my shirt with both hands and ripped it off in a superhero move, buttons be damned. I wanted to feel her passion, her nails ripping into my skin. Leaning down, I nipped the base of her neck with my teeth, pressing down just hard enough to leave a small indentation on her skin. We would mark each other.

Giving in to our most primal urges after years of denying our true feelings, undid us both. I grabbed her butt, gripping her thighs as I lifted her and backed her up against a wall. I held her in place with my body while I used one hand to undo my slacks and free my cock of the restraining fabric of my boxer briefs.

And then I touched her, caressing her soft folds with my fingers, reveling in the way her juices coated my fingers. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them, locking eyes with her as I did so, enjoying the way her pupils darkened, her cheeks flushed, and her mouth dropped open ever so slightly.

"So nice and wet for Daddy, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, Daddy, I'm so wet for you, please fuck me. I want your cock, Daddy." A teasing smile played on her lips, and I knew she remembered how much I loved dirty talk.

"That's right, babygirl," I growled, really into it now. "Daddy's gonna give you his thick cock. It's so hard for your pussy and he's gonna give it to you so good."

"Yes, Daddy, I can't wait." Her moan was a high-pitched falsetto, but her body language told me it wasn't fake.

Pushing the head of my cock against her opening, I teased her pussy lips with the tip before sliding the full length inside with a single thrust. The first one was gentle, but the ones that followed, not so much. Each thrust slammed her back against the wall and had her wrapping her legs tighter around my waist to keep from falling.

It was the hottest sex I’d ever had. With Nyla, we knew each other so well, so intimately, that any awkwardness or uncertainty was gone. I knew what she needed and wanted and what she liked, and she knew the same for me. Past the initial dirty talk, no further words were spoken as we focused all our energy on pleasuring each other and careening toward mutual orgasm. Our bodies were wound tightly together, our hands taking liberties all over, and our kisses deep and passionate. Heat rose and built inside of me until I could feel the throes of climax boiling inside me, heating me from the inside out. I thrust hard, slamming her against the wall and pinning her there, using my hands to hold hers in place.

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