Page 72 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
Sam’s eyes flashed again, and I loved to see the lust that shot through them. This man wanted me. And, to my utter delight, I knew he wanted to hurt me a little, too.
He reached under my tight shirt with a little effort, feeling for my nipple. It had hardened in the cool night air, so it didn’t take long for it to distend again—especially when he found it and pinched. Hard.
I moaned long and loud—I couldn’t help it.
When he twisted my nipple with a sadistic grin, I cried out and started begging. “Oh, Sam, please.”
He moved down my torso, resting on his heels so his hands were free to lift my shirt to my neck. “What do you want, baby? More?”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite for me.” With that, he took both nipples between his fingers and twisted. I screamed, my dick jolting in my pants.
“Holy fucking shit,” I panted, trying to catch my breath. But before I could, he pinched, pulled, and twisted again. “Sam!”
That fucking grin was all I was living for at the moment. That and me willing him silently to never stop. To give me even more.
“You like that, baby? You love the pain, don’t you?”
“Oh god!” I cried. “Yes! I need more, Sam, I need so much more.”
He released my nipples, and I was both relieved and disappointed. But then he yanked my shirt over my head, pulling it all the way off and tossing it across the room. I heated up once again. This man knew how to take control, and I was here for it.
He leaned in to kiss my neck, my poor abused nipples sensitive where his glittery shirt dragged against them. The feeling intensified when he licked along my collarbone, when he dragged his lips to one nipple then the other, when he bit at them before he moved on. When he pressed gentle kisses along each scar beneath.
God, the tender way this man cared for me was unmatched. How could I have gotten so lucky just to be here in this moment with him?
“Sam,” I breathed as his lips trailed down my stomach to my waist. After pressing a final kiss just above the button, he sat up and pulled at my jeans.
“Are these coming off?”
I nodded quickly, not wanting to give him a chance to reconsider. “Have fun—they’re painted on.”
He smirked, clearly up to the challenge. He yanked and pulled, getting them off in record time although we’d both dissolved into laughter by that point. “These are sexy,” he started as he tossed them to the floor, “but maybe next time we consider clothing that’s easier to get off.”
“Next time?” I quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Because once I’ve had you, I’m not letting you go.”
I moaned at the pet name, at all of it, unashamed of letting him see how much I wanted him. And then I hardcore swooned at the words that followed.
I just needed him to hurry up.
But instead, he gazed at the tight boxer briefs I wore. They were red with tiny rainbows printed all over. They weren’t my sexiest—I hadn’t planned on getting laid tonight, after all—but they did hold my packer well. And they made my ass look amazing.
“Would you like to turn over for me?”
I blinked up at Sam, who was sitting on his heels between my legs. “What for?”
He shrugged as if his next words were inconsequential, but his voice betrayed his forced nonchalance. “So we can have our own demonstration.”
“What?” I whispered, scared I’d heard him wrong. Scared I’d heard him right.
His evil grin got me hotter. “I think you heard me.” He reached underneath me to cup my ass. “I was watching you as you watched that Master and his sub on that stage. You were so turned on by them. I wonder . . . Did you want to be the Master—or the sub?”
I sucked in a breath, knowing there was only one answer I could truthfully give him. It was time to put it all out there. “Neither.”
His raised eyebrows said he didn’t believe me. “Don’t lie to me, Cameron.”
