Page 4 of Daddy's Temptation

Dave, one of the daddy doms I’ve played with in the past approaches. He squats down beside me and asks if I’d like to play. I squeeze the clay in my fist again, letting it squish out between my fingers.

“Not. In. The. Mood.” I punctuate each word with a fist to the clay I’ve once again flattened.

“It looks like you could use—” Dave’s words cut off abruptly, and I turn my attention from my clay to him. My eyes widen at the big hand that’s on his shoulder connected to the strong arm that I know belongs to Andre. I’d recognize any part of him anywhere.

“She doesn’t need anything from you,” he growls.

Dave’s eyes widen. Without a word, he stands and scurries away like a dog with its tail between its legs. Not that I blame him. Andre’s looking pretty freakin’ intense at the moment. My body instantly reacts to his presence. My nipples harden, and my pussy floods with arousal.

How is it that just one look from him gets me hot and bothered? I’ve played with other men who were arguably attractive guys, but not one of them has pulled this kind of reaction. It’s scary how much power he has over my body.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he accuses.

I think about lying, but the look on his face tells me I might regret it. “A little bit.”

Andre crosses his muscular arms over his similarly muscular chest. The seams of his t-shirt stretch, making me wonder how he doesn’t rip out of it like the Hulk with every flex of his muscles.

God, he’s big.

What would it feel like to be underneath him? I can imagine how small I would feel in comparison. How safe it would feel to be surrounded by all those muscles. I remind myself that Andre can’t give me what I want. He’s not a daddy. He’s a sadist. Sure, playing once might be fun… I’m not a pain slut like a lot of girls, but I don’t mind things a little rough. The problem is that I don’t just want a one and done with him. I crave so much more. I want him to hurt me, then snuggle me and tell me I’m his good little girl. I have to swallow down my whimper at the image that thought conjures up.

“It’s been a month, angel.”

My heart flutters at the term of endearment. He’s never called me that before. I like it too damn much, but that look of disappointment on his face makes it impossible to keep eye contact. I stare intently at my hands, while nervously pulling at a loose string on the hem of my skirt.

“Why do I feel like I should apologize?” I whisper more to myself than him.

Andre kneels beside me. With a finger under my chin, he gently raises my face to his. “Do you regret staying away?”

I think about it for a second. Up until this moment, I didn’t regret staying away. It was the only way I could keep myself from doing something I might regret. Now? Now I regret it. With Andre so close, making me feel things I’ve never felt before, I wonder why I ever attempted to keep my distance.

“Yes,” I admit.

“You’ve stolen away a whole month from me—us…”

I look at him feeling sorrier than ever. “I’m sorry, da—” I close my eyes and shake my head sadly. “I’m sorry, Andre,” I say, correcting my almost slip into little girl mode.

It’s shocking how easily my little side peeks out whenever Andre is near. Has it always been like this? I think back, but all of my memories of Andre are mixed in with having Sugar and my other friends near. I always chalked it up to being around other littles, but maybe it was more than that…

“Come with me and I’ll give you the forgiveness you need,” he says, his eyes sparking with devilish intent.

Anxious excitement pools in my belly. Andre leads me through the club and to his private office. I feel a bit like a lamb being led to slaughter. I know Andre would never do anything I don’t agree to. He’s a protector and prides himself on providing a safe space for submissives to play. He’d rather die than hurt someone in any kind of irrevocable way.

The real question isn’t what Andre might do to my body, it’s what he could do to my heart.

4

Andre

She callsto me like a siren. Her pull is undeniable and irresistible. Not that I want to resist. I’ll go willingly into the depths for her. I’ve waited a month for her to work up the courage to come back to Bidden and Bound. To stop hiding from me and whatever is brewing between us. It took her longer than I thought it would, but then again, my angel is stubborn.

I hide my smirk as I remember the deadly look Candace gave Dave when he asked her to play. Anyone not thinking with their cock could see that she wasn’t giving off the vibes of a little. In fact, she was downright aggressive until she laid eyes on me. The tension drained from her body as soon as she laid eyes me. She deflated like a popped balloon, letting go of whatever’s plaguing her.

The door to my office snicks closed behind us, and I turn the lock making sure we won’t be disturbed. Candace wanders around the room, taking it in for the first time. It’s pretty minimalistic. My desk is the focal point of the room. A big monster of a thing that is sturdy enough to bend a naughty sub over, not that I’ve ever done it. My office is my oasis and I’ve always treated it as such. What does it mean that Candace is the first and only woman I’ve ever considered bringing here? That I covet our time together, and I refuse to share a second of it with anyone in the club.

She runs her fingertips over the desktop then moves to the couch, touching the soft black leather. I let her take it all in, wanting her to get familiar with my space. To be comfortable here.

“Is it weird that I’ve never been in here?” she asks, mirroring my thoughts.

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