A big one.
In my pants.
Okay, no. I couldn’t think about how much this was all turning me on, or I’d embarrass myself even further. And I definitely couldn’t think about the fact that Jules was going to watch me have sex for the first time because it sounded like something between my most horrifying nightmare and my most cherished dream, and there was no way my pecker wouldn’t disgrace itself in my trousers if I started wondering things like whether or not Jules was just trying to look out for me, or whether the idea of seeing me take Daddy’s dick would turnhimon, too.
“…sugar pop?” Diva said, her voice filtering through the maelstrom of all my X-rated thoughts.
“Um, what?” I asked, jerking my eyes up to hers. Because, oops. I’d been staring at Daddy’s trousers, which looked just as distended as mine.
My booty clenched.
I may have whimpered.
I was ninety-nine percent convinced that I was on the verge of either a serious medical emergency or the kind of spontaneous public orgasm that had plagued my nightmares all throughout secondary school. I also had no idea what Diva had asked me… or whether I was just imagining the way she was staring at me like she wanted to skip the room service Daddy had promised us and eat me instead.
Because that didn’t make sense. Jules had never wanted me likethat.
Unless… unless Daddies really did make everything better?
The elevator doors opened before I could answer any of those questions or irredeemably embarrass myself, and I whirled around to see where we’d ended up when Diva’s eyes widened, her characteristic confidence faltering for a second before my eyes.
“A suite on the penthouse floor? You were right, Daddy Roman,” she said, recovering quickly and tossing him a saucy wink as he ushered us through an elevator landing that was bigger than the entire flat Jules and I shared. “This ismuchbetter than the restaurant downstairs—don’t you think so, sweetie?”
She rested her hand low on my back, and I adjusted my glasses and looked around. And… wow. If I’d felt out of place down in the ballroom, that was nothing compared to how intimidating the suite was. Daddy ushered us out of the elevator and actually stepping into the penthouse with him had me floundering for appropriately appreciative but not totally awe-struck words that wouldn’t make me sound like I’d never been anywhere this nice before.
Except, well, I hadn’t.
“What do you think, beautiful?” Daddy asked me.
Wait… Daddy Roman? Just plain Roman? Was it weird that I’d slipped and started calling him Daddy, even though we hadn’t gotten to the sex yet?
He laughed, and I could feel myself blushing even though it was the kind of laugh that made me wish I could climb into his arms and stay there, not the other kind that would have made me feel dumb.
“It’ll do,” Diva answered him with an airy wave and a wink worthy of her name… because of course she did. I’d made it awkward by waiting too long to answer, too busy fantasizing about Daddy Roman wanting to be the kind of Daddy Jules had shown me on the internet.
Not that I wasn’t okay with him just being the kind who had something else to offer for right now.
I was very,veryready for that.
Hopefully.
Maybe?
Oh God, I was blushing again.
“It’s… really big,” I blurted, since it wasn’t fair that I always left it to Jules—well, still Diva, right now—to handle awkward situations while I just cowered behind him and kept my mouth shut. Except sayingthathadn’t been awkward at all. Jeez. “The penthouse, I mean,” I whispered, wishing someone would come save me.
Or tell me what to do.
Or do somethingtome.
Maybe Jules was right, and I really did need a Daddy.
But mine—well, Daddy Roman anyway—just laughed like he didn’t mind my awkwardness… even though I could totally tell from the mischievous look in Diva’s eyes that she was barely biting back a corny “that’s what he said,” joke.
“Isit big, though?” she asked instead, trailing her hand down Daddy Roman’s chest and hooking it into his belt again. “Because we haven’t really had a chance to see yet, now have we?”
“Patience, gorgeous,” Daddy said, lifting her hand away from his belt and pressing a kiss to her palm. “Daddy’s in charge now.”
