Page 81 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Hector relaxed on the couch beside Russ, his dark gaze on me and one brow lifted. “If you would do anything to please me, then you wouldn’t have been a brat, now would you? Are you lying to them, Heather?”

I sucked in a sharp breath, nipples taut, and shook my head. “No, Sir.”

Maya shifted in Russ’s lap, their curious gazes on mine. He moved his hand up and down his wife’s thigh, getting higher and higher every single time. I swallowed hard, wondering if Hector would do that to me in front of everyone, and pressed my thighs together.

“Maya says that you should be humiliated,” Russ said.

My eyes widened, and I looked from Russ to Maya and then to Hector.

“Humiliated?” I whispered. “H-how?”

Hector curled his lips into a smirk, chuckled, and stood up, his hand coming around the front of my throat and tipping it back, so I stared back and up at him. “I think I have a couple of ideas. And if you’re good, then I’ll go easy on you.”

“If I’m bad?” I whispered, excitement rushing through me.

Russ chuckled from the couch. “Brats never learn.”

Hector didn’t peel his gaze away from me once, his smirk stretching further across his face. “See, the thing about brats like you, Heather … I love taming them. It might take weeks, months, even years, but you will learn.”

My lips curled into a small smile, the others around us seeming to fade away when I was with him. I didn’t mind that I was half naked in the middle of his sex club. All that mattered was that his attention was on me, and mine was on him.

He released his grip on my throat and trailed his fingers down my body, unhooking my bra from behind. I sucked in a sharp breath and pressed my thighs together, heat exploding through my body.

The straps of my bra slipped down my shoulders, and Hector tore it off my body so I was bare to everyone around us. Then, he shoved me down to my knees in the middle of the bar and seized my chin.

“You’re going to show everyone how terrible you are at giving head.”

“Terrible?” I repeated, brows furrowing and anger rushing through me. “I’m not terrible!”

Another low chuckle escaped his mouth, and he unbuckled his belt with one hand. I glared up at him, feeling as if I had something to prove in front of a bunch of experienced men and women because he wasn’t about to make me look like I had no clue what I was doing.

I might’ve been a virgin when I met him, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know how to make him come down my throat. So, as soon as his belt came off, I grabbed at his pants to help him the rest of the way.

He wrapped his belt around my throat, buckling it at its tightest setting and yanking up on it. I pulled out his huge cock and sucked the head into my mouth almost instantly, swirling my tongue around it and flicking the bottom, just how he liked it.

He traced a featherlight path across my jawline, his gaze dark. “Look at this little whore, desperate to show her Master how skilled she is, to prove herself to him.” He tangled his hand into my hair. “This is how you should act every night.”

After swirling my tongue around his head once more, I sank my mouth down onto his cock and stuffed as much of him as I could into my throat until my lips met his groin. And even then, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it against his balls.

Hector grunted softly, thrusting his hips back and forth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. He pulled back on my head until his cock fell out of my mouth and smacked against his thigh. I crawled toward him, desperate to prove myself, to show everyone that I wasn’t bad at this.

And just when I took him back into my mouth, someone gasped to my right. “Heather?”

With Hector’s cock still buried in my throat, I looked over at the bar and spotted Dad.

CHAPTERFORTY-SEVEN

HEATHER

After grabbinga blanket to hide my body from Dad, I quickly stepped behind Hector. My heart pounded inside my chest.

This couldn’t be happening right now. This couldn’t be happening right now. This really couldn’t be happening right now!

“Heather?” Dad repeated.

But instead of disbelief and shock, this time, his voice was filled with a thunderous anger.

Cheeks burning, I shuffled further behind Hector, unsure about what to do. I didn’t want to cause a scene in Hector’s club, but Dad had pretty much already caught everyone’s attention with his booming voice.

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