Page 91 of Crazed

Chanel freezes, locking eyes with Katiya. I wait, enjoying how my dolce shifts in her seat.

Chanel turns her attention on me. "Is there anything else I can get for you, Mr. Marino?"

"Not at the moment, but I'd like your feedback," I respond.

"Oh?" She tilts her head, arching her eyebrows.

I decide to do something I haven't before and order, "Katiya, stand up."

Her eyes widen. She opens her mouth then shuts it.

I give her a challenging stare but not for long. She submits like the good girl she is and rises.

"Turn," I demand.

Katiya squares her shoulders, standing straighter. Her hand slightly shakes, and I hold in a groan. It's her tell that she's trying not to squirm. I know because she admitted it once.

I drag my finger down her almost-naked spine, and she shudders. When I reach the blue thong, I trace its top then the tiny string between her crack, stating, "Katiya's disobeyed me. I need to punish her. Should I mark her right or left cheek?"

Chanel doesn't hesitate. "Right."

"Why?" I ask.

"You're right-handed."

"So?"

Chanel's green orbs sparkle. "Your thumbprint will be near her panties."

A drop of juice rolls down Katiya's thigh and catches my eye. I drag my finger over it and place my hand on her hip. "Katiya, turn your head but not your body."

She obeys, her blue eyes burning brighter, her cheeks so red, she could mesmerize people for weeks with her beauty. And while some women may think my perverted self is going over the line, the fact my dolce gets off on this as much as I do makes me push the boundaries harder.

I lock my gaze with hers, ordering, "Look at Chanel."

She obeys, taking short breaths.

I rub my palm on her ass, asking, "Chanel, can you imagine my handprint on my dolce's perfect ass?"

"Yes."

"And?" I press.

Chanel doesn't miss a beat. She states, "It'll be a work of art."

Katiya licks her lips, her hand shaking harder.

"How should Katiya address me?" I ask.

"Daddy."

Surprised, I arch my eyebrows at Chanel, asking, "Why daddy and not sir?"

Neither woman tears their gaze off the other. Chanel replies, "I guessed from the age difference, but that's what she wants."

"Oh? How do you know?" I question.

"By the tiny gasp she tried to hide. She's as excited as you are," Chanel says.

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