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“I am, Daddy.” I gripped the blankets until my knuckles started to ache like my sex. I was so wet. So hot.

“Your pussy is weeping,” said Cook.

“Only for you, Daddy,” I swore.

“Do you shave?” he asked, cocking his head to one side.

“No.” My brows drew together.

“But you have no hair.”

I jerked my head to the side, averting my eyes. I didn’t think I could be embarrassed by him, but that observation drove me there.

My next words felt like acid in my throat. “Laser hair removal. It kept me looking... young.”

“Fucking bastards!” Cook seemed to fly away from the bed. He kicked the chair, and I winced just as he drove his fist into the solid door.

I swallowed a cry for the pain that must’ve caused his hand.

Returning to the foot of the bed, he placed both hands and some weight on the straps holding my legs spread for him. “Hear this, Maddie. If I ever find any one of them, they will suffer through every last experience you’ve had before they die a very slow and painful death.”

I blinked at him, not knowing what I should say... if anything.

He breathed himself back into control after pacing for a minute or so, then came to give me a gentle kiss before leaving me again. Whydid he always have to leave?

He righted the chair between my legs and glanced at me again. “Let’s begin.”

“Yes.” I was more ready than I thought possible. This was a first for me. Something I could be a virgin at, like I had been when he put me on the back of his motorcycle.

Daddy still wore everything he’d entered the club wearing as he stepped into the chair’s seat. There, he turned and sat on the back of the chair with a prime view of my crotch. “Take the glass dildo at your side and pleasure yourself.”

My hamstrings pulled taut as I bolted upright. “What? No!”

Tears prickled my eyes. I thought this was going to be it, that we were finally going to be together. I’d only been living with him a little more than a week, but it felt like forever. Natural. Like we were supposed to coexist. Like I was meant to be there, and he met his destiny by saving me.

“Maddie,” he said, his voice low and menacing. He leaned forward from his perch, propping his elbows on his knees and leveling his gaze with mine.

One brow arched, and I flounced back onto the bed.

“What is the correct answer?” he asked, but it wasn’t really an ask.

I clenched my teeth and gritted out, “Yes, Daddy.”

Keeping my eyes on the beams above me, I reached to my side and found the cold dildo. This wasn’t what I wanted or needed. No, I craved his strong body over me, wringing orgasms from both of us. We should be in this together, not him sitting back while I gave myself an orgasm.

I slapped the glass against my pussy. I’d been so wet with anticipation and the fake cock wasn’t that large, so it slipped inside with little effort. I pushed and pulled, closing my eyes and trying not to wonder if he was enjoying the goddamn show. It sure as hell wasn’t something I was relishing.

The chair clattered to the ground and before I could open my eyes, Cook’s body was on top of mine. One of his hands pinned my free arm above my head while his other grabbed the wrist of my hand working the dildo, stilling it with the glass toy almost all the way inside. My legsstayed wide in the straps, and his thick body between them pushed down and tightened the restraints. My pussy walls pulsated, waking up.

“Should we stop?” His angered voice suddenly filled the room, echoed off the hard surfaces along with the muffled bass outside this room.

Daddy’s breath fanned the side of my face. But still, his cock was trapped in his jeans and separated from my cunt by his hand, my hand, and the glass.

I let out a breath, puffing my cheeks.

“You weren’t put off by this in my house, and you sure as fuck liked jacking yourself off while I watched then. Do you not want to show me what your body likes now?”

That’swhat he was doing? Judging what I liked?

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