“I’ll always take care of Isaac,” Daddy said, making it sound so real that I got butterflies in my stomach. “But I hope you know it won’t bother me if you want to stay in drag.”
Diva snorted, and I bit back a grin.
“Honey, I don’t care whether it bothersyouor not,” she said, putting him in his place the way I’d heard her do to countless condescending men before him. She patted her wig, striking a pose. “I only get in drag for paying gigs, and this isn’t supposed to be that kind of date.”
Daddy Roman’s eyebrows went up, and she graced him with a smile she’d perfected that always left people wondering if they were supposed to be offended or enchanted.
Daddy Roman looked pretty enchanted. “My mistake,” he said easily. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
“Oh, believe me, honey, I plan to,” she said, dropping the pose and rolling her eyes. “Besides, you promised to feed us, and it’s a pain in the arse to eat without getting lipstick all over everything.”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” Daddy said, laughing. Then his laughter dried up as Diva ran a talon over her lips, drawing his attention there.
And mine.
God, she was sexy.
“You haven’t?” she purred, slinking closer to Daddy. “Because honey, when I’m this fabulous, lipstick gets oneverything I put in my mouth.” She pouted. “You really haven’t pictured… anything?”
Daddy’s eyes blazed with heat, and I bit back an embarrassing whine, sliding my hands into my pockets to give my hard-on some discreet attention.
“I don’t mind lipstick getting in interesting places,” Daddy said, his voice dropping to a low timbre that had me giving myself attention much less discreetly, becauseunnnnghhhhh. I wanted him to talk to me just like that when he finally… you know. Except then maybe I wouldn’t last long enough to make it worth his while, if I was being honest.
Speaking of, picturing Diva’s lipstick on Daddy’s “interesting places” didn’t help atall.
Diva swayed over to him, leaning in to press her plush, glittering lips against his cheek.
She rubbed the spot with her thumb, even though there wasn’t much there—it was probably all onmymouth, after the way she’d kissed me down in the ballroom to get Daddy’s attention earlier—but Diva was all about presentation, and she could sell anything. Daddy’s cock seemed to agree, based on the way his trousers twitched.
“See… Daddy?” she purred, tracing the faint kiss mark with a talon. “So messy.” She tsked. “If I don’t go take it off before the night gets interesting, sucking dick will be out of the question.”
“Then by all means, get rid of the lipstick,” Daddy said, somehow managing to act like she hadn’t fazed him at all whilst simultaneously giving the impression that he was poised to pounce on her, even though he hadn’t moved at all.
God,hewas sexy, too… and I was pretty sure Diva agreed, based on the slight hitch in her breathing, like he’d caught her off guard. Or maybe she’d caught herself off guard? Because flirting like that was definitely more than just being here to watch over me.
She licked her lips, and Daddy’s eyes darkened.
“Be a good little girl, Miss Diva,” he said, taking her by the shoulder and turning her toward what I assumed was the loo, “and go get yourself ready for sucking dick.”
Then he patted her bottom, and instead of coming out guns blazing like she would have with anyone else who’d touched without permission, she actually just… went.
I gave up pressing my fingers against my shaft and grabbed it tight, trying my best to stifle a moan. I had no idea why seeing that turned me on so much, but I knew I liked how Daddy Roman gave back as good as he got.
And based on the dazed expression on Diva’s face? She did, too.
That was something she always complained about whenever she’d go on a date—being bored or totally outshining whatever helpless, confused guy had fallen for the drag queen persona but who hadn’t been prepared for the real person behind all that makeup. Not that there was a whole lot of difference between the two. But Jules was Jules and Diva was Diva, and I loved them both for different reasons.
Except… maybe not so much right now, if she was really going to walk right out of this room and leave me all on my own.
Shoot. Shewas.
She’d recovered enough from Daddy’s dominance to get some runway-worthy sashay in her walk as she passed me, heading toward the toilet, but she must have seen the abject terror on my face, because right away, she spun on her platform heels and came back to kiss my temple. But then, instead of dragging me with her—and that would be too weird, wouldn’t it? Even if I sort of wished she would?—she just straightened my glasses for me, patted my cheek, and said, “Be good while I’m gone, baby, and remember what Daddy—whatyourDaddy said. He’s in charge.”
My face flamed. Oh God. She’d seen me playing with my pecker, hadn’t she? And now… now she was leaving me alone with Daddy Roman, a relentless hard-on, and twenty-two years of no experience whatsoever when it came to those two things in the same room together.
I had to close my eyes for a quick second to keep from hyperventilating.
Then I opened one eye again to peek over at Daddy Roman when I heard him ordering our food. And oh my God, he was actually serious about asking them to bring up a little bit of everything. That was… a lot?
