Diva must have seen it in my face because her smile turned positively wicked. “Daddy likes that, Isaac,” she said, her eyes locked onto mine as she turned the full power of that seductive purr onto her trembling boyfriend. “Hewantsyou to be good for him. Look, can you see it? Doesn’t he look… hungry?”
Isaac squeaked.
“Say yes, honey,” Diva said, giving him a squeeze.
“Yes,” Isaac breathed out obediently, his eyes, magnified behind the adorable little glasses he wore, locked onto me with something like reverence… something that made me want to throw caution to the wind and tell Santiago I accepted his firm’s offer after all.
Christ, it had been too long since I’d gotten laid.
“Doesn’t your new Daddy look scrumptious?” Diva was going on, teasing poor Isaac until he looked like he was about to burst. “Doesn’t he look like a whole damnmeal, Isaac? Sweetie? Don’t you think so?”
“I, um…” Isaac sucked in a sharp breath. “A m-meal? I… I… I don’t, um, know?”
If I didn’t take control, she was going to give my boy a heart attack. I got to my feet, towering over the trembling little lamb and eye to eye with Diva in her platform boots.
“A meal for two,” I said, winking at Isaac as my cock responded to their proximity by reminding me to hurry up and seal the deal. “As long as you’re both still on board with our plans for the evening?”
Jules had told me Isaac was ready to bottom for the first time, and she’d vetted me with a bombardment of questions both hilarious and insightful before deciding I was the right one to introduce him to that particular pleasure.
“We’re definitely still on board,” Diva said, stepping toe to toe with me and running one of her glitter-encrusted nails down my chest. “We can handle you, Daddy.”
I grabbed her hand, trapping it against my chest. “I have no doubt. And I am very much looking forward to handling both ofyou.”
Isaac’s mouth dropped open, and the little bit of color that had been rising in his cheeks completely faded away as he looked up at his boyfriend, then back to me. “I don’t think… I mean, I can’t, um… Jules? Diva? I’m not sure if I can… um, areyousure? Are we really… is this… Jules?”
Diva gave me a slow up-and-down look that made my dick throb again, her hand twitching against my chest before breaking free and hooking into my belt possessively.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said to Isaac, keeping her hand on me while she looked down at him. “I won’t let Daddy bite you unless you ask nicely, but yes, I’m sure.” Isaac squeaked again, but her attention was already back on me. “But we have to get one thing straight, Roman.”
I bit back a grin. Not “Daddy Roman” anymore. No more sultry purring. This was Jules’ deep, don’t-mess-with-me-bitch voice rolling out of Diva’s painted mouth now, his eyes flashing pure fire, and the nails that scraped my stomach threatening retribution via castration if I didn’t pay attention to what he had to say.
“Isaac ismyboo. Nothing happens to him that isn’t pure magic, do you understand? I don’t just want his cherry popped, I want it glazed with sugar, swirled in cream, worshipped like it fucking deserves, then swallowed downafterhe gets the tasty treat he’s waited so long for.”
“Oh my God,” Isaac whispered under his breath, his entire face turning the color of that cherry Diva had just so graphically described me… worshipping.
I couldn’t wait. I also may or may not have just fallen a little bit in love.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I promised the both of them, meaning every word of it.
“Good,” Diva said, her shoulders relaxing and her impressive chest thrusting forward as the purr came back. “And just to be clear, wearea package deal, but I’m only coming along to watch.” She winked. “And maybe take a few artistic nudes.”
Isaac mumbled something I missed under his breath, looking practically apoplectic, but the tent in his pants reassured me that despite the white-knuckled grip he had on Diva’s hand, he was definitely not opposed to her negotiating the worshipping of his… cherry.
“You won’t be participating, Diva?” I asked, tamping down a stab of disappointment. I was all for making Isaac the focus of the evening, of course, but I was definitely a man who wanted to have his cake and eat it, too.
They werebothperfect for me, and I wanted them… badly. But she was giving me her limits, so of course I’d respect them.
Still, the way my question made her eyes flare with heat for a moment gave me hope that that particular limit might be a softer one, but then she waved a dismissive hand in the air. “This is about Isaac. He’s the one who needs a Daddy… Daddy.”
I laughed, charmed as much as I was turned on.
Diva was even sassier in person than Jules was on the Cuffd app. I loved it. I also hoped I’d get a chance to find out who Jules was outside his platform boots and false eyelashes. But regardless, if all Diva wanted to do was watch me with her boyfriend tonight, I would just have to accept that for the gift it was and enjoy every second of it… as long as I could be sure that it was really what Isaac wanted, too.
I had no problem with a dynamic where one partner took charge, but the pretty little twink hadn’t said a single word directly to me yet, and no matter how interested in moving things along my cock was, I couldn’t go any farther with them until I heard it from Isaac himself.
“Isaac?” I prompted, my voice automatically gentling as his wide eyes shot up to meet mine, another of those adorable little squeaks falling from his lips. “What is it thatyouwant to do tonight, beautiful?”
He could have been the poster boy for the deer-in-headlights look. It felt like time stood still as I watched him swallow hard and open his mouth to speak. For a split second, as I watched a host of conflicted emotions chase each other across his face, I thought he was going to back out, and I was unexpectedly devastated.
