“What kind of rules did you have in mind, Isaac?” Daddy Roman asked him gently, earning points for how patient he was being with my hesitant little sugar drop.
“Um,” Isaac said, his cheeks instantly flaring my favorite shade of red, which told me right there that whatever “rules” had just flashed through his mind were bound to be deliciously naughty.
Andunnngh, seeing him all flustered and adorable like this? I just wanted to eat him up. Lick that little cherry of his until it popped. Get another taste of his sweet, addictive mouth… and then stuff it full of my cock.
“Go on, honey,” I said instead, hugging him against my side and letting my fingers get a little naughty and slip up under his shirt to find a patch of baby-soft skin to stroke. “Tell Daddy all about your rules.”
Another reason I could never have Isaac for my own. As far as I was concerned, rules were like knock-off stilettos: made to be broken.
“I, ah, I mean…” Isaac’s breath hitched as my acrylic nails trailed up his side, his eyes going wide and any further attempt to be good for me and tell Daddy Roman whatever he had on his mind was completely obliterated.
What was that saying about power? Because it was corrupting me completely.
I dug my nails in a little, just enough to zing, and he whimpered… so I leaned down and nipped his earlobe, just because I could.
“Jules,” he gasped, that oversized erection on his twinkalicious little body--the one that made it a true shame he had no more interest in topping than I did--jerking inside his trousers like it wanted to come out and play. “I… I mean, Diva,” he corrected himself breathlessly, just like he always did, because he was perfect. “What are you… I mean, are you, um… why…ohhhhh.”
He was so damn sweet I couldn’t resist leaning in for another lick. And really wasn’t that all the answer he needed?
He whimpered, which I was going to take as a “yes,” and tipped his throat back for more. And honey, he wasdelicious. Why hadn’t I invented an excuse to get my hands all over him ages ago?
“You boys are killing me,” Roman growled, his eyes flaring with heat. Still, he didn’t try to grab me—an offense Diva had used a strategic knee to the jewels to unman far too many gropers for in the past—and he didn’t reach for Isaac either.
And respecting me and my boo like that? Waiting for our consent? As much as it killed me to admit I needed a little help if I was going to make sure Isaac was taken care of the way he needed—taken care of in ways I just couldn’t manage on my own—I was as sure as a queen could be that Roman was the man to do it.
Hot, dominant, hot, respectful… and did I mention hot? The man was the full package.
I licked my lips. Unless I was mistaken, the package in question was definitely starting to rise to the occasion, but then, with a sigh, I remembered that I wouldn’t be the one who got to ride that particular stallion tonight.
But neither would my baby, if I didn’t hurry up and give him a nudge.
“Go on now, tell Daddy Roman all your rules and safe words and things, boo,” I told Isaac, taking my hands off him so he could think without all my fabulousness clogging up his brain pathways with glitter and pheromones and the like.
“Safe words?” Isaac repeated, his glasses fogging up as he started to hyperventilate. “Do I… do I need those?”
“No,” Roman said before I could answer, winking at him. “Just telling me to stop will work just fine if you don’t like something, little lamb. We’re all here to enjoy each other, aren’t we?”
“Yes?” Isaac answered uncertainly, speaking at the same time I did.
“No,” I said firmly, ignoring temptation. “Notallof us. Isaac’s the one who needs you, Daddy.”
“Hm,” Daddy said, eyeing me speculatively.
I mean Roman.Romansaid.
Ugh. Maybe I’d picked the wrong Daddy after all. This one was too damn tempting. But if I did give in to the temptation to actually get naked with these two tonight and join in on the fun, I knew I’d never be able to give my boo up when I finally found him the permanent Daddy he deserved… and then there was also the little matter of the Roman effect.
The man was pushing buttons that had been out of order for years.
I huffed, which made him smile for some reason.
I narrowed my eyes. He thoughtIneeded a Daddy? He’d said as much—and I’d forgiven him because wewereat a kink weekend, even if my own fabulous wrist wasn’t wearing one of those do-me-Daddy wrist bands from Cuffd—but please, bitch. Someone tellingmewhat to do?
Not that I couldn’t have used a rock to lean on once in a while, but that was beside the point.
Wait, no. Thatwasthe point.
No man could handle that kind of neediness for long… well, no. The right man would, when it was tempered with Isaac’s sweetness. But the drama that was me? I knew from experience it would all be too much, too damn soon, and then I’d be kicked to the curb anyway. So it was just best, in my experience, simply not to need anyone at all.
