Roman grinned. Then he laughed. And bitch, I meanbellylaughed, long and deep and stupidly flattering.
I knew the man wanted me. Name the man whodidn’t. But damn if the genuine joy in that sound didn’t wrap around my cock and wind its way all the way up to my heart.
He didn’t just want me. Helikedme.
This… was not good.
Also not good? At least, not good for my self control. The way my boo was looking at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, no doubt shocked that I’d consented to being bent over Daddy’s knee.
Which, no. I hadn’t.
Well, Ihad, but it wasn’t going to happen.
My answer had been conditional, knee-jerk, and one hundred percent hormone-fueled.
It didn’t count.
Time to distract and evade. I tipped Isaac’s chin up, then ran one of my acrylics over his sweet lips. “Daddy was right, baby. I was teasing you too much. I know you were good while I was gone.”
He was always good. Even better? The way his skin turned even pinker—adorable—and his eyes lit up at the praise.
“But the question is,” I went on, deliberately not looking over at Roman. “Was Daddy good toyou? He did promise he’d have something for us to put in our mouths once we got up here—”
“Jules,” Isaac whined, going from pink to red.
I tsked, tapping his lips again and then slipping my finger inside to caress his tongue with my nail. “I don’t see any room service,” I said, sounding disappointed. “If this is the best he can do to take care of you…”
Roman laughed.Notwhat I’d been going for. “If you’re in that much need of a spanking, Jules, all you have to do is ask.”
I slid my finger out of my juicy little muffin’s mouth and turned to scowl at him, then remembered I was still too young for Botox and settled for a stern glare. “That isnot—” I started.
“Room service is running a little behind,” he interrupted me mildly, his calm tone at odds with the scorching heat in his eyes. “So while we wait, you’re going to make up for your bad behavior by helping to make our boy a little more comfortable.”
Ourboy. Mine, too. My shoulders relaxed.
“I’m comfortable,” Isaac said, sounding anything but as he pressed against me again. And damn, but Daddy was right. He was just trying to protect me from the consequences my contrary nature hadn’t been able to resist trying to provoke. But I’d been a selfish bitch who’d forgotten that this night was all about my boo, not these crazy reactions Roman was stirring up in me… and now I’d gone and made my baby anxious when he should feel nothing but horny and adored before he gave up that sugary sweet cherry of his.
“What does he need?” I asked Daddy, doing my penance by admitting he might, possibly,maybebe able to see that a little more clearly right now than my selfish gay arse could.
Daddy smiled, a truly filthy one that reassured me yet again that my instincts had been spot-on when I’d picked him. “Kiss him, Jules.”
“You… you want Jules to k-kiss me?” Isaac asked, practically rubbing against me like a cat. “But he’s not, Jules doesn’t want, um, he isn’t supposed to—”
“Shush, baby,” I said before he could make Roman change his mind. “Remember, Daddy’s in charge.”
Daddy smiled like he was proud of me, and no, bitch, it meant nothing. I was just playing along because I wasn’t about to let this narrow window of opportunity pass me by without taking full advantage. After this weekend, I’d have no excuse to continue pretending we were boyfriends, and Isaac would have every incentive to finally go out and start dating after Daddy showed him how good the right man could be for him.
I pulled Isaac in front of me, lining up our erections. And…damnnnnnnnnnnn. Had anything ever felt as good?
I tipped up his chin, smiling at the shell-shocked look on his face, and ran my other hand through his hair to calm him down.
Nottoocalm, though.
“You’re trembling, little lamb,” Daddy said, one of his big hands moving to rest on the oversized bulge in his trousers. He started massaging himself, his voice deepening with appreciation for my sugar pop’s barely contained desperation. “It’s okay. I know it’s different to do with an audience, but you weren’t shy with your boyfriend earlier, down in the ballroom. You can be good and do this for me now too, can’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Isaac whispered without taking his eyes off me.
And Daddy was right. Hewastrembling.
