Page 94 of Don't Call Me Daddy
I pull the spine of the third book from the right corner, and a door pops open, revealing a dark staircase.
“What the hell? You have a secret staircase hidden behind your library?” She kicks her legs, trying to break free. “Wait! Where are you taking me?”
I slap her ass, the sound echoing off the bare concrete walls as I walk us down the staircase, careful to follow every single step.
The room is nearly pitch-black, save for the dimly lit flame-free candles filling the corners, and it takes my eyes a few moments to adjust.
It’s been far too long since I’ve had a reason to come down here, and, holy shit, if I’m not itching to finally let myself out of this cage and have some fun.
I set Ivy down carefully, placing my hands on her shoulders as I spin her to face the room. “This is where I come to play. I feel like it’s time I finally showed it to you.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and, fuck, I wish I could be inside her head to know what she’s thinking. Is it too much? Is she afraid? Does she want to leave?
Her eyes move to the Saint Andrew’s Cross on the far wall and then to the rack of bondage equipment in all shapes and sizes.
“You really use all this stuff? I thought you were out of the game … for, like … a long time.”
I shove my hands in my pockets, feeling more vulnerable than I ever have, hoping I haven’t scared her off. “I was. This is from my previous life, when I had time to indulge in my fantasies.”
She moves to the king-size bed in the middle of the room, tracing her fingers along the pillows. “Do all the homes in Ashford Falls come standard with a sex room, or did you have to pay extra for it?”
I laugh, relieved that she isn’t too spooked, remembering how Heidi seemed to enjoy it at first too … until she didn’t. But Ivy hasn’t given me any reason to believe she doesn’t like the way we play. The two women couldn’t be any more different.
“I can’t speak for everyone in town, but … what people do in their own time is none of my business.” I shrug and move to the bar cart to pour myself a whiskey. “It cost me a pretty penny to have everything custom-built … but it was a worthy investment. You wouldn’t believe the resale value you get, having a sex room in your basement.”
Her eyebrows knit together like she’s trying to figure out if I’m kidding, and it’s so fucking cute that it takes all my strength not to kiss her right now.
“So, you brought me down here toplay?”
I nod, giving her time and space to process everything, to consent whether she’s interested in playing with me.
She picks up a rocks glass and dangles it in her fingers, her way of asking for a drink. “So … how does this work?”
I take the glass from her and fill it with ice. I pour her a shot of gin, topping it with a mixture of lime juice and simple syrup and garnishing the glass with a lime wheel and a cherry.
“You tell me. We can go slow if you’d like, work you up to everything … or we could just keep using our mouths on each other. I’m happy to have you in any way you’ll give me. You’re the one in control here, Ivy. You say the word, and I’ll follow.”
Her eyes twinkle as I pass her the drink. “I’m going to need to know all the choices before I agree.”
“That can be arranged.”
She sips her drink, eyeing me over the rim. “What if I wantyouto decide?”
A warm smile pulls at the corner of my lips. I take a sip of my whiskey, then loop a finger through her belt loop and tug her toward me. “I was hoping that’s what you’d say. So, is that a yes?”
The air between us sizzles with anticipation and energy and promises of things we don’t know about yet and everything in between. I drain my glass as I wait for her response, my skin buzzing with hope and excitement.
She flashes me a grin, her eyes flicking from my cock back to meet my gaze as she crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s about time you finally caved. If only I had known you had all this hidden away, I wouldn’t have been so impatient.” She drains her glass and walks over to the bed, pulling herself up to sit on the edge. “All right, Boss Daddy, where do you want me?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Ivy
The words have barely left my lips before Leo’s got me pinned underneath him.
I can feel his hard length pressing into me, and I can’t imagine how needy he must be after my little performance upstairs. His body vibrates with desire as he cradles my neck in one hand and cups my cheek with the other.
His kiss tastes like relief, like a glass of cold water after walking through the desert on a hot day, relief with a hint of the whiskey he just had. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down in a hard pinch, the metallic taste of blood adding another layer of desire between us.
