Page 3 of Until Daddy

He nodded and gave a chuckle. “Oh, I’m sure you need a few things.”

“Why is Garrick here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be? He’s part owner, like myself.”

Garrick owned several properties and shares in different businesses, but she had never heard him speak about Dark Lace before.

“I’m not going to answer any of your questions about Garrick. You’ll have to ask him yourself. What I am going to do,” his thumb caressed her palm, “is spend as much time with you tonight as you’re okay with.”

She swallowed. How could a finger cause so much excitement to run through her body?

“Fair enough, I suppose. I’ll ask him tomorrow.” She pulled back, breaking the contact with him so her mind could focus better on the conversation. Picking up her glass, she took a sip of her Shirley Temple.

“There’s a room back there where I generally like to play.” He looked over his shoulder then back at her.

“You want to play?” Of course he did. It was a fucking club, after all, and it was exactly why she’d shown up to the party to begin with.

He gave another laugh. “If you’re up for it. But we have to finish our talk first.”

“Okay.” She shrugged and took another sip of her drink. Negotiations weren’t foreign to her, and it meant he was a serious player. No newbie.

“I typically play in the nursery.” The sentence dropped down on the table like a bag of oranges. Her heart instantly started to pick up speed and her breath hitched.

“The nursery?” She’d seen the room the last time she’d been at the club, but hadn’t gone inside. It had been a quick visit, more to scope out the place.

He folded his hands on the table and gave a slow nod. “Yes.”

“You’re into age play?” She tried not to sound judgmental, or hopeful. Her desires were somewhere in that general area of play, but most men who were into that wanted more than she could give them.

“A bit, not as seriously as most. If we play tonight, it will be in that room. Are you okay with that?”

Not as seriously as most? Exactly how she described it to men she talked with online or when she bumped into them in the clubs, to the few she found interested in her particular brand of kink.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I think I’ll start carrying around my list of limits, it would make this part less awkward.”

He laughed. “It doesn’t have to be awkward. If we play, I won’t go any further than a bare bottomed spanking. No fucking, but if you’re a good girl, I may be nice enough to give you an orgasm. That’s all. So, no need for laundry lists of limits and wants.”

A simple scene?

“You don’t want to fuck me?” She clamped her mouth shut after asking that question.

He laughed again. “Oh, little girl, I want to do way more than that, but we just met, and that’s more of a second or third date sort of question.”

Little girl.Fuck, how that phrase made her panties wet.

“You’ve played a lot, then?” She supposed she should ask a few questions.

“Plenty. Yes. You?”

“Some.” Not as much as she’d like, but she held no fairytale notions about what happened in kink relationships, so much of her playtime was kept short.

“Hmm.” He drummed his fingers on the table. “Would you like to play tonight? In the nursery?”

Her throat dried, and she’d just swallowed the last of her drink.

“Sure.” She did her best to sound aloof, but something in his eyes told her he could see how excited she was anyway.

“Excellent. Then let’s have at it.” He stood up and held out his hand.

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