Page 76 of Beyond the Spotlight Discreet Version
“Is bestest a word?”
She ignores me.
“My friends would come over all the time and we played that thing until it crapped out ten years later. Mario Kart was my all-time favorite.”
“Mine too. I have an Atari and a Sega Genesis in my room.”
Savannah gasps. “When we talked about our love of old gaming systems, you didn’t tell me you own a Sega. This guy I dated in high school had one and it’s so fun to play.”
I swallow that damn jealous feeling at her mentioning another man. I’m not one to be jealous. So why with this woman?
“Tell me we can play Sonic the Hedgehog.”
I laugh. “The consoles are in a glass bookcase in my room. I rarely bring them out. I’m too scared they’ll get broken.”
“Please, Daddy? For me?”
I freeze, holding two plates in each hand, about to walk past her to take them to the table.
“Savannah,” I growl. Her cheeks redden and she bites her lip.
Placing the plates on the island, I walk over to where she leans against the cabinets. I take her by the throat, and she sucks in a breath. Her pupils expand, letting me know just how much she likes this.
“That’s the second time tonight you’ve called me that.”
She grimaces. “Sorry. Is it weird? I’ll stop. Plus, I’m older than you. Maybe you should call me mommy.”
“Let me make a couple of things clear.” I squeeze enough to make her whimper. “You calling me daddy is not weird. I only told you to stop because it’s time to eat dinner. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get Adeline to bed, and I can punish you for being a fucking brat earlier today.”
She parts her plump lips and runs her tongue across them.
“Andneverbe embarrassed about the things that bring you pleasure. Do you understand?”
She nods, and I crush my mouth against hers. Her hands latch onto the fabric of my shirt, and she fists it as I stroke my tongue, massaging her own. She tastes like the sweet wine I bought her because she’s not a fan of the bitter stuff.
Addy’s laughter pours out of her room from down the hall. I end the kiss but keep my hold on her neck.
“Your mouth was made for me. I can’t wait until after dinner when you have it around my cock.”
She whimpers.
“Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”
“And punish me,” she adds. “I’ve been wanting you to punish me since we met on the plane.”
I tsk. “Such a dirty girl.”
“Your dirty girl,” she purrs.
I almost lose it right then. Savannah is a firecracker. She’s vibrant and strong and beautiful, but she’s also submissive. She knows what she wants in the bedroom, and I’ve been quite eager to reward her for giving me all the control. I’ve always been dominant, but it’s been well over five years now since I’ve allowed this side of me to come out to play.
Savannah also knows whatIneed. She feeds into it to a point that I forget about responsibilities. I was ready to devour her right here in the kitchen, even though Adeline could have walked in on us at any moment.
I come to my senses and release her. She rubs her neck and smiles, clearly loving how my fingers bit into her skin. It’s now bright red, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it bruises too.
“Now, if you want to call me daddy, do it. But I’d much rather you call me sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers before I walk out of the room to get Adeline for dinner.
