Page 3 of Unwrap Me

You want me to bend you over my knee and punish you? Is that what you need?

I tug my bottom lip between my teeth and sink further beneath my covers as I reread the message.That’s exactly what I want.My pussy clenches at the thought and I have half a mind to grab my vibrator from the nightstand while I read his messages.

Noelle

Maybe. Or maybe I just need your cock inside me, Daddy Claus.

Lust thrums through my body as I wait for his response.

Chris

Hmm, is that it? You want to call me Daddy while I do all the dirty things you’re dreaming of to you? You want to call me Daddy while you come all over my fingers? While my cock is deep inside of you?

Fuck yes.

Noelle:

Maybe…

Chris

There’s a Christmas party at the club this weekend. Let’s meet there, and if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you what you need.

Just for fun flies out the window and I type my reply.

Noelle

Yes, Daddy.

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I’m walking into a kink club, wearing a sexy little dress under a trench coat.

Didn’t see that on this year’s bingo card.

Sucking in a deep breath, I cross the threshold, entering Desire. I’ve never done anything like this. Only in my wildest dreams did I even dare think about meeting someone on a dating app. Let alone a kinky one designed for people to meet up and have wild sex.

Good girls don’t hook up.My mother would be shaking in her boots if she knew what I was doing right now. No, good girls smile pretty and wait for the first man who shows them attention and then they ride off into the sunset with him, only to be used and discarded when he finds something better.

Fuck being good.

Being a good girl hasn’t gotten me anywhere. Twenty-five years of following the rules and all I have to show for it are three ex-boyfriends who never satisfied me. One, who cheated with his secretary. The second, who put his work above me. And the third, who loved his mom more than me.

I was determined to swear off men, but then I saw an ad forDesire.Even after I downloaded it, I had no intention of meeting anyone. Hell, even when I messaged Chris, I swore to myself it was just for fun. And somehow, here I am.

I blame Chris’s profile. Seeing him in that fucking suit and then the way he messaged me. Heat rises on my cheeks just thinking about it.

You want to call me Daddy while I do all the dirty things you’re dreaming of to you?

The words alone made me wet. How is that even possible? I’ve never gotten so turned on just from texting. And trust me, my first ex tried sexting a lot. But all it ever did was annoy me.

Chris’s messages, though? Those didn’t annoy me one bit. They had the opposite effect, bringing me to reach into my nightstand drawer and pull out my vibrator. I shamelessly got off thinking about all the things he said. And about calling himDaddywhile he did them.

“Welcome to Desire,” the receptionist greets me, breaking me out of the thoughts that have a blush rising to my cheeks. I go through the motions, painfully aware of the skimpy clothing I have on under this coat as she checks me in, making sure all my waivers are filled out before she hands me a simple red bracelet.

“What does this mean?” I ask.

“Taken,” she says as she neatly stacks the papers in front of her. “Since you’re meeting up with someone, this way, no one bothers you.”

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