Page 58 of Imperfect Skin

I hummed happily. “Rhys wants to go to the sideshows tomorrow afternoon. The end of Winter Carnival is still going.”

“Sounds fun. Do you have any clients booked for the afternoon?” Cal’s fingers slipped under my hoodie and traced the bare skin of my belly.

“I’ve got a couple of piercings booked in for the morning after my appointment with Declan, and a forearm tattoo around twelve, but after that’s done, I’m free unless I have a walk-in.” I gasped as Cal’s fingers dipped lower into my jeans.

“You’ve been working your arse off since before Christmas. You deserve to have some fun. Once you’ve finished your bookings you can take off with Rhys. Simon and I can cover any walk-ins for the afternoon.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” It felt so liberating to be able to call him that.

“Very welcome, lamb. Next question, how are you feeling about this?” Callum tapped my caged cock through my jeans and smiled slightly.

“At first it was kind of annoying. It felt weird, it just being there, and trying to take a piss with it?” I gave Cal a flat look. “But the longer it’s been on, the more it’s started to feel good. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel kind of grounded.”

“You don’t want me to take it off?” Cal kept touching me softly, not in an effort to turn me on, but just touching for touching’s sake, and I really loved it.

“You do and I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.”

“Brat.” Cal gave me a ridiculously fond smile and shook his head.

I leaned forwards and kissed his cheek. “You knew what you were signing up for.”

“I did, and I’m not regretting it yet.” Oh, I could kiss that cocky smile off his face.

I ducked out of his arms and danced a few steps ahead of him. “Don’t get too complacent, Daddy, I’ve been taking it easy on you.”

“Same, little Mouse. Now get that sexy arse back in the shop before I decide to drag you back up to the flat and fuck you over the kitchen counter.”

“Playing dirty, Daddy, saying things like that when my poor cock is all tied up in purgatory.”

“Terrible, isn’t it?” The grin Daddy gave me told me just how much he was enjoying this. And I had to admit, I was too.

Twenty

MOUSE

Oh, damn it.

The car bumped and my bladder ached uncomfortably. Darn it, Daddy was right. I shouldn’t have had that second milkshake, but it was so good.

“Lamb, why are you wiggling like you have ants in your pants?” Daddy was focused on the road, but he must have seen me squirming.

“Need to pee.”

“Lamb, I told you to go before we left.”

“But I didn’t need to pee then.” I huffed, crossing my arms.

“Little Mouse.” Oh no. Daddy used the tone.

“But I didn’t, and now I need to go bad.” I wiggled and huffed. I could see the thatched roof of home just down the hill. Couldn’t Daddy speed a little bit just this once?

“Daddy, drive faster.”

“Not happening, Mouse. Get your key out so you can get inside quickly and not wait on me.” I dug through my coat pockets and found my key. I knew better than to undo my seat belt while we were moving, but I had my hand ready to release the catch and get out of the car lightning fast.

“You know, lamb, I think it would be fun to explore desperation play.” Daddy’s evil chuckle followed me out of the car.

“Not happening, Daddy dear.” Key goes in the lock, damn it. I was jiggling too much, but after a second attempt I got the key in, and the door unlocked. I bolted through to the downstairs toilet. I cursed quietly when I remembered the stupid cage, but I kept the cursing soft so Daddy wouldn’t hear. Daddy said I wasn’t supposed to swear when I was in my small headspace, something about it helping me feel young. But he didn’t have ears on the back of his head, so he didn’t need to know about all the times I accidentally used a curse word. Why’d I have to wear my tight jeans? Dragging them and my cute-as-fuck panties down, I finally sat on the toilet and let out a long breath. Made it, just in time.

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