I wanted to bite her and get a taste.
Instead, I uncapped the bottle and handed it to her. “Drink.”
She was getting back on earth, but I didn’t want to take a chance and give her a proper aftercare. It was my favorite part of the play.
Her slender throat bobbed as she followed my order and finished more than half of the water. I wiped the corner of her bottom lip and eyed the smudged lipstick.
“How are you going to reach home?” I asked, wishing I could take her to my place instead. We would shower together, I’d wash her hair, cook her food if she’s hungry and then we’d cuddle to sleep.
Her bottom lip jutted out. “I need to board the last bus.”
Take a bus late at night in LA? Hell no.
“I am taking you home,” I said, patting her back to gesture her to stand. I kneeled in front of her, helping her with the heels. Her knees wobbled when I cradled her foot to slide it in the heel. Her hand landed on my shoulder for support. Her toes were painted in cute pale pink nail polish, and like the rest of her, her long legs were soft.
For a brief second, I imagined them around my face. Minus the stockings.
Straightening up to my full height, I peered down at her as she gaped up at me, her pupils dilated.
Her throat bobbed. “Do you fuck your sugar babies too?”
3
POUND MY CAKE, DADDY
CHELSEA
Iwish I had a filter in my mouth. Because sometimes, I blurted out things that shouldn’t be said out loud.
But I couldn’t help it. He was tall and extremely handsome.
And rich.
Maybe I needed a rebound sex.
My throat dried up when his piercing dark eyes looked down at me from his glasses. There was an air of authority around him. Power. Control. It made my knees weak, and I wished I was kneeling in front of him instead of standing. He made me feel shy but curious.
His hand lifted to cup my cheek, his touch feather light making me want to press my cheek in his palm to feel the warmth of his skin. His cologne was light and musky, my nose itching to bury itself in his chest.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?” He asked, gentle deep voice purring filthy things. He was unreal. How could someone bethathot and have a deep voice? His fingers arched my face up to meet his eyes and not look anywhere else. “Do you want to befuckedby your Daddy, hm?”
My cheeks flushed at his enunciation of ‘fucked,’ my heartbeat increasing with each passing second.
I licked my lips, eyeing his Adam-apple because looking at his face was intimidating—and heck, even his throat was hot.
“I-I am not sure…” I trailed off.
I had never had a one-night stand, yet I was scared and aroused by him. I’d need some Dutch courage if I were to sleep with him.
The last time I had tried to have intimate sex with my ex-boyfriend, he was displeased with the lack of my breasts and told me he couldn’t get hard because I was not hot enough.
But I doubthewould say that.
Sean hummed, petting my hair, and smiled. There should have been a warning before he smiled, the corner of his eyes crinkling softly and his eyes looking like half-moons. It made knots in my stomach.Goodkind of knots.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I want to spend the night with you. Without any sex.”
My nerves increased, and I didn’t know why I felt so disappointed that he didn’t want to have sex with me. Maybe my ex, Jesse, was right. I wasn’t hot enough.
