Page 4 of Morally Gray Daddies

Sooner or later, something was going to have to give.

Clara

Peeking through my lashes, I watched as Gio let himself out of my bedroom. Again. Part of me wished he’d touched more than my hair, even though I knew it was for the best that he didn’t. I breathed a sigh of relief, sliding my hand under the pillow to finger the metal pocket watch that I kept there.

His pocket watch.

I knew when he’d taken my hair, of course, the night before Hailey’s wedding to his cousin, but I hadn’t woken up to stop him. Sometimes, I told myself it was for my own safety; other times, I was willing to admit that some insane part of me had liked knowing he wanted a lock of my hair. Not that he had it now. I hadn’t known he’d kept it in his pocket watch when I’d taken it.

Discovering the lock had almost made me regret stealing the watch because now he didn’t have my hair anymore. Then I remembered how annoyed I’d been at him when I’d taken the watch, and I decided it served him right.

Rolling onto my back, I brought the pocket watch to my chest, tapping my nails against the hard metal. It was textured, quite bumpy, and I found myself doing what I often did with it after he snuck into my room—moving it across my chest to my nipple as it budded beneath the fabric of my nightgown. The bumpy metal against the lace of my gown created the oddest sensations, rousing the bud to further hardness.

The rapidness of my breathing increased as I moved the pocket watch over my clit, teasing it before moving it to my other breast and doing the same. Squirming, I pressed my legs together to ease some of the growing pressure as I teased my nipples, letting the sensations rouse my desire. Closing my eyes, I wondered what Gio would do if he ever came back after one of his nightly checks, if he ever returned to find me rubbing his stolen watch across my body.

With a low moan, I tugged the hem of my nightgown up and reached down with the watch to press its warmed, textured surface against my slick flesh. I moaned as it rubbed against the sensitive folds and the swollen nub. The sensation was utterly sinful.

I moved the watch up and down, in the opposite direction of my hips, getting the most amount of friction, of sensation possible. My slippery pussy rubbed over it again and again, making me gasp every time the hard textured surface pressed against my clit.

Catching the chain in my fingers, I pushed it inside myself. I had removed the hook the first time I’d gotten the idea to do this. The cool chain slid into me, adding to the sensations as my fingers moved, the heel of my palm keeping the watch in place. I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like for Gio to walk back in and find me here, nightgown pulled up to my waist, his watch and my fingers buried between my thighs.

Would he be disgusted?

Aroused?

Both?

I whimpered as the throbbing in my core grew stronger, my climax swirling closer. I wished he was there, shoving the thin links of the chain in deeper with his fingers, stretching me open. I added a third finger. His hand was so much bigger than mine; two of his fingers would surely equal at least three of mine… probably more.

The stretch made me ache deliciously. I put my other hand over my mouth, muffling my cry as I tipped over the peak, panting and whimpering from the assault of sensations. My whole body quivered, then relaxed as I lay panting, sliding my fingers and the chain from inside me.

I was going to have to spend some time cleaning it again tomorrow.

It was worth it.

Wrapping my fingers around the warm, slick metal, I yawned and turned onto my side, my body still humming from the lingering pleasure. I was a very naughty girl, and I knew it, but as long as no one else did, I was safe.

Tiredly, my brain went through my mental checklist for the morning.

Clean the watch. Again.

Go to work.

Drop by the orphanage to donate the cash I’d collected for them today.

Perhaps tomorrow night I should take a break from my evening activities. I needed more sleep than I’d been getting if I was going to stay alert. The challenges to continuing my side work were growing every day.

Chapter Two

Clara

“Would you like to donate to feed hungry children?” I asked, thrusting the box in front of Mr. and Mrs. Besk. I wondered what she would do because she often donated when her husband wasn’t there. I had been on the fence about whether or not to pay them a visit because of that—if I did, I would make sure her things went untouched.

Mr. Besk could stand to lose a little cash, though this was his chance to decide the amount.

He snorted, brushing me aside.

“If they want to eat, they should work for it.”

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