Page 42 of Don't Call Me Daddy
He clenches his jaw and begins massaging his chest. And it looks like my little plan to get under his skin is working.
I chew on my lip to hold off my grin as I stare up at him in challenge. I don’t know what I want him to do, but considering the tingles I’m getting at the thought of both positive and negative reactions, I think I’m in big trouble, no matter what.
“And exactlyhowmuch did I pay for that?” He takes a step closer, closing the space between us, and I have to force my legs not to buckle under his towering glare.
I will not let him get to me. I can’t show any signs of weakness, or it’ll all be for nothing. This is the only way to get through to him. I just have to make him more uncomfortable and stick to my guns.
I hold my hand over the clit stimulator and smile as it flicks and tickles my palm. “It’s the latest model. There’s even an app so I don’t have to use my hands if I don’t want to?—”
“How much, Ivy?” He takes another step closer, so close that I can feel the heat of his skin, and my palms itch to reach out and touch him. He’s angry—there’s no question about that.
I swallow a gulp and keep going. “It’s also waterproof. It has a suction cup at the bottom for hands-free shower play?—”
“Ivy,” he hisses before snatching it away.
“Hey, give me that?—”
“I can’t believe I actually thought you were capable of behaving without supervision.”
I roll my eyes and jump to grab it, but he holds it over his head, out of my reach.
“I got a good deal on it. Miss Scarlett gave me a family and friends discount, so it was only four hundred … plus tax.”
“That’s just great?—”
“I thought so. Especially with all the updated features?—”
I jump again, but he dodges me, pushing my head down and covering my eyes with his gigantic palm. I try to pry his fingers off one at a time, but he’s too strong. I think the man’s bones are made of lead.
“So, not only does the biggest gossip in town know that my fiancée needs a robot dick to get her off, but the top-of-the-line model at that. I’m never going to hear the end of this.” He shakes his head.
“Will you stop freaking out? It’s not that big of a deal. Miss Scarlett is nothing if not a professional.”
I jump again when he’s not paying attention and almost grab it, but he moves it out of reach.
“Can you please give it back? I was really looking forward to using this before we left tonight. I need to take the edge off.”
At that, his body goes rigid, but then his shoulders relax, and the corner of his lips twitch like he’s holding back his own grin.
My stomach flutters again as I stare up at him, unsure if I should be happy or terrified by his sudden change in demeanor.
“You’re really nervous?”
I nod.
“Getting yourself off would probably help take the edge off,” he says more like he’s talking to himself than to me, but I nod anyway.
The thrill I get from not knowing what he’ll decide, from having zero control as I watch him contemplate his decision, is something I should definitely see a therapist about.
“But what would that teach you?” His lips twist into a wicked grin as he slides a gentle palm behind my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw with a heated touch.
He takes another step, closing the space between us. Instinctively, I try to move back, but my knees bump against the wooden bed frame, pinning me in place against him.
“I see what you’re doing here, and I should warn you that you will not win this fight. So, stop while you’re ahead, yeah? You have no idea what you’re going up against with me.”
He slowly traces his thumb across my bottom lip, and I suck in a breath.
“Besides, why should I make things easier for you when you’ve done nothing but try to get under my skin every chance you got?” He shakes his head and tsks. “No, I think I’ll hold on to your robot cock for a while, make sure you’re behaving like a good girl before I think of giving it back.”
