The last piece? Hopefully, he meant my shirt. I couldn’t go out in public like this.
“Turn around and put your arms straight behind your back,” he demanded when he walked back into the room. I did as I was told, and he slipped something stupidly heavy up my arms. The weight settled on my shoulders before he spun me around. He tugged on a zipper, raising it to just below my chest. “Yeah, that’s what you needed. Now, I think it’s time for the reveal and then you have a few minutes to fix your makeup if you’d like.”
I didn’t think there was anything wrong with my look, until John moved me in front of the floor-length mirror in the corner and pulled back the sleep mask. My jaw dropped as I took in the sight before me. I knew I was looking at a reflection of myself, but had this been a photograph chopped off at the neck, I never would have known it was possible for me to look this sinful.
Until this very moment, I’d been all about lookingprettywhen I felt more in tune to my feminine side. Tonight, I was one-hundred percent pure sex, and I had a new facet of my personality to explore.
“Do you approve?” Daddy asked, bracing his hands on my hips as he pressed his erection against my ass. I didn’t have to ask what he thought with the way he strained the front of his fitted black jeans. “I haven’t seen you in anything like this, but when I came across it on a website, I couldn’t stop thinking about playing a little game with you tonight.”
“Wh-what sort of game?” I stuttered as he ran his hand over the front of my skirt. It was tight enough, there would be no way to hide when I was turned on. Unfortunately, that was pretty much any time Daddy had his hands on me.
“I thought you could have a little bit of fun with your friends while I’m working tonight,” he explained, bending down to kiss the side of my neck. He flicked my earlobe with his tongue. When he continued, his warm breath seared my skin. “When I’m done, I’m going to come and find you. But you’re not going to be Maverick then.”
“I’m not?” My head fell back against his shoulder when he slipped a finger into the opening at the side of my skirt. I wiggled around, trying to get him to touch my dick. “Who will I be?”
“Whoever you want to be, sweetheart. The thing is, I’m not going to know that until I walk up to you,” he told me. I was confused. He’d mentioned wanting to role play, but this just seemed odd.
He bit the side of my neck hard enough, I wondered if there was going to be a mark. If there was, I’d have to ask if he wanted me to cover it or if that was his signal to anyone else who might approach me tonight that I wasn’t available. “Nope. Tonight, you’re going to be my dirty whore. I won’t know anything about you, other than the fact that you’re there trying to turn a few tricks. It’s not easy making it in a new city, is it, baby?”
“N-n-no, Sir, it’s not,” I agreed.
“Then it’s a good thing you have a body that men would kill to spend a night with,” he purred, licking the back of my neck. That shouldn’t have felt as sexy as it did. “Now, be a good little whore and get ready to work. I’m no expert, but if it was up to me, I’d find the deepest red lipstick you have. It’ll look sinful smeared all over my cock later.”
And just like that, he was gone. John left me alone in the room, my mind reeling, and, somehow, I was supposed to focus on fixing my now drab looking makeup.
“Don’t forget, we have to leave in ten minutes,” he called out from the bottom of the stairs.
Since we’d started seeing one another, John had made himself at home in Theron’s house. The two of them were quickly becoming friends, and I’d overheard Theron giving him the code to the garage, in case he ever needed to get in and I wasn’t with him. Although Theron hadn’t made any promises to look after me, it made me feel better having his stamp of approval on our budding relationship. He was an exceptional judge of character, and if he trusted John, I had nothing to worry about.
“Five minutes,” he bellowed a few minutes later. I was still sitting at my vanity, trying to decide what colors would go best with the rich lace and black leather. “If you make me late to work, you’re going to be punished when we get home.”
That wasn’t much of a threat. I secretly liked testing the limits because it was a sure way to get Daddy’s hand on my butt. Every morning, I checked to see if he’d left any marks.
“And itwon’tbe what you’re thinking,” he quickly added on.
Dammit. It sucked that he’d figured me out. Lucky for both of us, I had no intention of making him late. With a deep breath to steady myself, I got to work.
12
John
I should have thought things through before bringing that outfit for Mav to wear tonight. It was one of several that had been delivered earlier in the week, and before I’d seen it on him, it had been perfect.
Now, I somehow had to focus on work until everyone who’d been invited was in the door for the unofficial opening of DeSires. Jack wanted to make it an exclusive affair, something to make our best customers feel like the VIPs he saw them as.
From a marketing standpoint, it was brilliant. Attendance had been up since he’d announced the upcoming renovations and how to be among the first to see the new space. Time would tell if that excitement carried on once the doors were open.
I hadn’t considered that I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes on Mav once we’d walked in the employee’s entrance and through the main bar. Heads turned as he approached, just as I knew they would. I’d worried I had pushed him too far, but nothing could be further from the truth. While it was out of character for him, there was no denying Mav blossomed under the attention.
He stood taller, back arched. If he’d been a woman, I would have thought he was doing it to show off his rack. And maybe that wasn’t far from the truth. Even without the gentle swells of a woman’s breasts, I wanted to pull him into the break room and bury my face in the opening at the top of his leather jacket.
He didn’t know it yet, but that jacket wasn’t just a fashion accessory. As soon as the weather warmed up enough, I’d dress him in it, along with the riding boots I’d ordered, and take him on a ride. I wanted to feel his body molding around mine, his arms gripping me tightly, as we left the city and headed toward the coast.
There were about a million other fantasies brewing in my head, involving him and my motorcycle, but a ride to the beach would be a good start.
“Remember what I told you,” I whispered as I guided him down the employees’ passage from one side of the club to the other. “You can do whatever you want until I’m done with work, as long as you decide who I’ll be meeting when I’m done.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My cock twitched at his acquiescence. As long as I lived, I would never tire of hearing those two words pass his lips.
