Page 13 of Daddy Issues

“Yeah,” I whimpered.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

When I caught his gaze, I hesitated. He looked like he wanted it, wanted me, but was so stiffly professional the urge to climb on his lap and force him to react was almost too much. I dragged my eyes lower, to the tight outline of an erection against his jeans. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Damn.

I unfolded my fingers, unsnapped my shorts, and slid them down to where my pussy was hot, wet, and ready. I stroked the little metal ball against my clit, using that piercing to work myself over.

“Good girl.” He opened the other clamp as I rubbed myself, his eyes tracking the motion of my fingers.

Pleasure built, but I wasn’t easy. The longer he watched, the more I rubbed my clit faster and faster with the pads of my fingers, thrusting a little in the chair.

Then he clamped my right nipple. The pain shot through me again, burning its way across the sensitive skin. “Oh, fuck.” I groaned.

It hurt so fucking good.

Puck

Kenna was the hottest god-damned thing I’d ever seen. In my chair, arching her back, pretty tits thrust out, furiously grinding her hand against her cunt. Fuck, it was hot in the tiny room. Beads of sweat formed down my back and over my forehead that I swiped at with the back of my arm.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating and pulled me so close that I was practically on top of her. Fuck AP. Fuck Ghost. That I wasn’t balls deep inside her right now was their fault. For the first time in my life, I wished I didn’t sit at that fucking table.

Twisting the clamp on her nipple was like turning her on high. She bucked against her hand and moaned so loud I clamped my latex covered hand over of her mouth.

Those big, sexy whiskey-colored eyes blinked up at me. Frightened a little at first, then back to wanting.

She was a little freak. One I could fuck senseless. There was so much dirty shit I could show her, so many ways I could make her come.

Not here. Not now.Fuck.

But I’d watch her come and think about it for months. I’d tease her but remind her of all the reasons she didn’t want to go there with me. Jester was right, for just a taste I’d watch him fuck her and wish it was me.

“Not a fucking sound.” I pulled the clamp off her nipple.

She whimpered against my hand, her own stopping in her shorts. I looked down then. The denim was open, a flash of damp pink silk showed.

Clip still in my hand, I used my knuckles to push the denim down one hip. Realizing my goal, Kenna wiggled, shoving her shorts and panties down her thighs.

God, she was beautiful. One small landing strip of dark hair, pretty pink lips, and that sexy as sin silver half-hoop between her fingers. Her clit was pierced. Fuck, I was a sucker for a hood piercing.

Glancing up, I gave her a stern look. “Understand?”

She gave me a vigorous nod, the purple tips of her dark hair shaking. Damn, I had to constantly remind myself how much trouble she was—could be. For me, for the club if I went there.

In my life, the buck stopped with me. I couldn’t afford to get mixed up in that sort of crazy, not again. Yet, here I was, snapping that little clamp on, twisting it, and releasing it, watching her writhe, then gaze up at me…

It was those big, wide-set eyes that did me in every fucking time. She was begging, without saying a word, for the pain again.

I released my hold on the clasp, the small piece of metal snapping against her swollen, pink bud. The pressure caused it to turn a pretty shade of pink, pleading with me to suck on it.

Instead, I straightened and gave the god-damn thing a little tug. She gasped against my hand, eyelids fluttering closed on a groan. Her fingers twitched then moved faster as I released the pull. I watched her work her pussy and couldn’t look away.

Mixing pleasure and pain had always been a turn on for me, but there was an innocence to the way Kenna reacted. It’s like she wanted something she didn’t quite understand.

Fuck, I was going to give it to her.

I pulled at her nipple again, clamping down harder on her mouth when I released the nipple. The desire to taste her, just once, was so strong that I flicked my tongue over her unpierced nipple and sucked it into my mouth.

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