Page 26 of Good Girl

I nod and hold out my hand. “I’m Emer-Emmy.”

“Rhonda,” she offers with a quick shake and then gestures at the clothes. “It’s nice to meet you, Emmy. Okay, let’s get started.”

Almost an hour later, and four thousand outfit changes, I’m pulling off the dress I selected, tired but happy. I have no idea which outfits or how many I’m walking out of the shop with today, but I know that I want this white dress. Even if I have nowhere to wear it.

With nothing but my strapless bra and a black thong on, I giggle at the memory of the men—the daddies—seeing me walk out of the fitting room with the almost schoolgirl uniform outfit that Rhonda selected. She’d whispered something about playing into their fantasies.

I really like Rhonda.

If I didn’t have plans for my thirty K, I’d totally be coming back here to give her the biggest commission she’s ever received.

Just as I start to bend down to retrieve my sundress, the curtain flutters. A laugh bubbles out of me, as I assume Rhonda is coming back in with yet another outfit. “I thought—”

But it’s not Rhonda.

It’s Hudson.

And the look on his face in the mirror has my knees going weak.

No, not Hudson. Viper.

Viper presses up behind me, his chest into my back. With a low, grumbling tone, he issues an order that my body automatically follows, as if my brain has decided,Daddy’s here, I don’t need to think anymore.

And honestly, I don’t hate it.

“Put your hands on the mirror and spread your legs.”

As soon as I comply, his hands settle on my waist, and he dips his head down to my ear, his warm breath caressing my cool skin. “Look at you being a good little girl for me.”

His hand disappears between us, and my heart almost beats out of my chest, the heat they have been teasing out of me all morning coming back to life.

Is he going to fuck me right here? In this fitting room that is only cut off from the rest of the store by a heavy curtain? Fuck. Why am I so excited by that idea?

Oh, shit. Is this the semi-public sex they were talking about? Will this be my first taste?

My gaze drops to my barely covered pussy as I feel him cup me from behind, his fingertips appearing in the mirror between my thighs. “This pussy is mine for the weekend, isn’t it?”

He drags one of his fingers over my clit, sending zings of pleasure throughout my body. “Yes, Daddy.” My words are a whimper.

“And I can do whatever I want to my pussy, correct? Because it’s mine. Mine and theirs.”

I nod while putting a great deal of concentration into keeping my knees locked so that I don’t press my thighs together.

“And if I want to play with my pussy, you are going to give it to me, aren’t you? You’re going to be a good girl and open those pretty thighs, spread those knees wide, and I can play with my pussy however I want. Can’t I?” Viper drags that finger over my clit again and my core clenches.

Holy shit.

My heart is beating so hard that my entire body thuds with the force of it. Images flicker in my mind.

Me, straddling Viper in the back of Daddy’s SUV as he fucks my pussy while we drive home.

Viper bending me over the kitchen counter, slowly thrusting in and out of me, ignoring me as he talks to Angel who is cooking dinner, neither of them acknowledging my existence.

Me, lying on the dining table, legs spread as Viper eats from a plate between my knees.

Another whimper slips past my lips, and I’m panting now. I think I might actually come just from his words and the filthyimages in my head. “Yes, Daddy. This pussy is yours to play with, whenever and however you want.”

I’m pulled tight like a bow, but I’m also a quivering mess, and I just need him to do something, anything.

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