Page 97 of Something to Someone

Mr. Phantom’s name was Beckett. Good to know.

Beckett clenched his jaw and licked his lips. I noted his annoyance at the interruption, but if the other man did, he didn’t let on.

“Fine, Jared. How are you?” They had a quick, casual conversation, and the man didn’t seem interested in introducing himself to me which was fine. It was a quick chat, just the pleasantries really, but the entire time, Beckett didn’t move his hand from my thigh. Normally, I would have stopped such an outward display of affection or attraction. Maybe it was the fact that we were in a sex club, or maybe it was the fact that Beckett had already made me feel ten times more than any man had before, but I liked that he was claiming me. Like he wanted this man to know his intentions with me and wasn’t put off by them in the least. He even ran his fingers back and forth against my skin as he spoke.

I felt as desired as that woman in the painting.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around,” the man said with a nod and finally left.

Beckett’s attention was back on me in full force. “Well, now you know my name.”

I knew when the man said it, he was bound to point out how inequitable it was that I now knew his name. But I was prepared and had decided exactly how I was going to argue my point.

“Then I won’t use it when you, what did you say? When your”—I cleared my throat—“cock is buried deep inside my tight, wet…cunt?”

He stared at my mouth with his jaw slightly slack, like he was shocked to hear such language from my lips. Honestly, if he knew me any better, he would have reason to look so shocked. I don’t think I’d said the words “cock” or “cunt” before in my life.

But I didn’t mind it. I was committed to being this version of Addison tonight. The atmosphere and Beckett’s confidence were making it so much easier.

“Fuck, that sounded so good coming out of your sweet, pouty mouth. You can call me anything you want as long as you keep talking like that,” he murmured. “What would you like to call me then? Do you have something in mind?”

I readjusted on the couch so I was facing him fully. The outcome of which was his hand slipping even closer to my…cunt, which was aching for his touch. Drawing on my newfound confidence, I reached forward and touched his hair I’d been fantasizing about slipping my fingers through all night. I toyed with a piece that flipped out near his neck and licked my lips.

I did have something in mind, but I wasn’t sure how he would react if I offered it as a possibility. I looked back at him and tried to suppress the quiver in my voice when I asked, “What aboutDaddy?”

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