Page 55 of Cutter

“What is it?” He touched the tip of her nose.

“Thinking how lucky I am,” she whispered.

“I’m the lucky one. Believe me.”

“How so?”

“Because I’ve found you. You’d been in my mind and haunted my dreams since the fight at the warehouse. After they took me away, what were the chances I’d run into you again? Pretty slim. The Chaos’s arrival in town and the timing of the convenience store robbery had to be kismet at play. Both events brought me to you. When you walked into the interrogation room and I saw your beautiful face, I knew fate was throwing me a lifeline.” He kissed her head, and she remained very still. She wanted to kiss him back, but didn’t want to interrupt. His confession thrilled her heart and soul.

“I was overjoyed when your feisty Middle stepped out. You don’t know how long I’ve searched for you, my sweet girl.”

“How did you know about ageplay?”

“From the clubs. Plus, Blade and his wife, Cel, have a Daddy/Little relationship. I’ve been a dominant all my life, and even though my encounters were satisfying, something was always missing. Watching Blade and Cel together outside the club environment was an awakening. The only way I can explain it is to say I finally understood a foreign language I’d always wanted to know.”

Emily nodded. “I haven’t met Blade and Cel. I had a feeling some of your friends were into ageplay. Barron is. I’m sure of it.”

“Barron? He’s never let on. Why do you say that?”

Emily shifted on his lap. Caffeine had started working in her system. Her bladder was filling up quickly. Hating the interruption, she forced herself to continue talking. “The night at the bar, he zeroed in on Yoanni. He was going to take her to the MC party, until he had to change plans in a hurry.”

“Yoanni is a Little?”

“You didn’t notice?”

“How could I? I’ve been too focused on you, your reckless behavior, and Nails. And stop fidgeting. Go to the bathroom. Now.”

“But…”

“Do I have to carry you there?”

“Nooo.” She jumped off his lap and rushed to the toilet. Some Daddies supervised their Little’s potty visits. That wasn’t her thing. Cutter could bathe and shower her all he wanted, even shave her pussy if the mood struck him, but some functions were hers and hers alone. “When I come back, I want to know more about you and your family,” she yelled, then closed the door.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know. After we’ve settled our safewords.”

The man had a one-track mind. She finished her business and washed her hands.

By the time she came back, he’d already stepped into his jeans and was buttoning his fly. She’d missed that fun part of watching him dress. Then she swallowed when he tossed the jacket over a chair, and, holding the T-shirt open, pulled it down his chest. She almost stopped him midway, wanting one last glance at the stunning V line angling from his hips.

Oh, man. Could she stop drooling at the owl tattoo, its wings spread? Situated at the center of his lower belly, the bird’s tail pointed suggestively to his cock. He was killing her with the slow drip, drip, drip of a display here and a touch there, followed by a manually given orgasm. All wonderful stuff, and she really wasn’t complaining, but she wanted the main event: the prize hidden under the buttons of his fly.

“What’s the matter?” he asked when his head popped out of the T-shirt’s collar. “You seem upset.”

“Oh…nothing.” Emily tried to sound casual.

Cutter frowned. “I’m not buying it, princess. When women answernothingto a man’s question, it usually means the situation is explosive. And if you don’t tell me, I’ll put you on time-out. I’m serious. I’m not saying this again. When Daddy asks, his girl answers with the truth. Next time, you’ll regret it.”

Lifting both shoulders, she stomped one foot. “I’m impatient, all right? Frustrated.”

He held up both palms in a silent question.

“My body is yours,” she snapped. “You’ve seen me naked, top to bottom. Kissed me everywhere, put your fingers inside me, and driven me wild. But I’m not allowed to reciprocate. You’re the hottest man I’ve ever known. I want you so badly, I can’t think straight.” The frustration in her words lifted the gate, and her emotions stampeded out. Control and good behavior disappeared in the tumult. Emily didn’t care if he pushed her away. Moving forward, she pressed her palms to his cock. “There’s so much I want to do and feel. Middle or Tween doesn’tmake a difference; I’m still a woman. I want and need you. When will you let me in?”

“Seriously? You’re engraved on my heart, little Emmy. That’s how deep you’ve gone.” Clasping the back of her neck, he held her steady as he brushed his lips over hers. The sensation electrified her. Sent internal sparks everywhere.

“I want to go slowly. It’s important,” he murmured. “I can be rough and difficult. I don’t want to bruise your Tween with my sexual demands. Don’t you understand? I’m protecting my baby. That’s why I gave you that first safeword. Tells me where you are.”

She smiled. “Spicy?”

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