Page 24 of Filthy Business
In my panic to find a condom, I hadn’t realised she was bare. Waxed clean.
I shuffled closer.
The lace slipped from my fingers.
She was swollen with need.
Glistening like morning dew.
I shoved my boxers down, kicking them away as I reached the bed.
“You need to use your safe word if I get carried away,” I croaked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I was a goner.
Chapter 11
Iris
No birth control was part of my plan. The onus of protection was on him. I certainly wasn’t going to flood my body with pills and all the side effects they came with.
I smiled, listening to him rummage around in the bathroom.
He made me feel safe and protected.
The contract was sweet.
But the sex? That would be filthy.
The devil in me made me spread my legs and bend my knees, just enough to ensure he wouldn’t miss a thing when he came back.
He stepped out and halted mid-stride.
His mouth fell open.
My panties fluttered to the floor.
He yanked his boxers off, and I lifted my head.
His cock was heavy, long, and so fucking thick.
For a second, I doubted my ability to tackle that one-eyed monster.
The porn I’d watched suggested otherwise.
“You need to use your safe word if I get carried away,” he croaked.
My gaze dragged up the length of his body.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He didn’t walk.
He flew onto the bed. One knee hit the mattress hard, the other followed, and then his face was between my thighs before I could even gasp.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, clutching the ties as his arms hooked under my legs and dragged me to the edge.
