“Hmm, now I’ve found something soft,” Daddy growled as he palmed my ass and gave it a squeeze.
Each time I sucked, he squeezed and tugged me against him, rocking me in time with my suckles, while causing my cock torub against his thigh, creating so much delicious friction that I moaned around the nipple in my mouth.
“Turnabout is fair play,” he chuckled, continuing to move me in the same lazy rhythm with which I sucked. “And I’d dare say these shorts you’ve got on are as soft as my shirt.”
It was both fair and completely not fair of him, not that I was about to complain, even when he sent another shiver tearing through me when he gave my ass a hard squeeze. Yelping would probably have woken Murry, so I muffled it against Daddy’s skin, sucked harder in retaliation, and ended a long, slow pull with a nip. Now it was his turn to choke down sounds, his ragged inhale followed by a choked-back curse.
Somehow it became a game to torment one another while not disturbing Murry, who snorted once when Daddy shuddered, then resumed his low, steady snores again. I couldn’t help giggling, which made Daddy gasp and pinch my bottom. Of course I responded with another nip, and Daddy replied to that by complaining that he wanted me to ride him.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I murmured before blowing warm air across his nipple.
“Sure you are, you little imp. Believe me when I say that I am putting aside a very special imp costume just for you.”
Now that got my attention, and I pulled off his nipple so I could peer up at him. “My own imp suit?”
“Yes, your very own, uniquely designed imp suit that I can’t wait to see you in,” Daddy declared, his voice low and a bit wrecked as he drew me in for a kiss.
Melting against him, drowning in his kisses and the throbbing of my cock, begging for attention, I tried to picture it for a moment, then gave up, because it was way too much fun getting lost in his kisses. Besides, my imagination took me too many places when left unchecked, which was why my brain was screaming, "Give in and go with the flow."
So that’s exactly what I did.
12
MURRY
We tried to give our two weeks' notice after Daddy explained that was what responsible people did when they were ready to leave a job, but James just waved us off when we approached him and said it wasn’t necessary because there were always dancers looking to pick up extra hours. I could tell he was pleased for us and relieved too after he’d learned of the encounter we’d had with Sean through the window at Daddy’s shop.
“Something tells me you two will be even more well protected working for him than you’ve been here,” he’d told us as he hugged us and made us promise we’d pop in from time to time.
Like anything in the world would have been able to keep us away from our chosen family. It’s funny, but I’d started noticing something as Raleigh and I moved from childhood to adulthood. It was a weird concept we’d started to call disposable friendships. Easy and convenient, but so completely lacking in substance that they might as well have been paired up through the friendship version of a dating app. Lacking in depth and soul, the relationships also lacked longevity, stretching only asfar as someone’s usefulness to someone else. Then they were cut loose with a whole bunch of weak, flimsy excuses. I’d had a few friendships turn out that way, ones Raleigh tried to warn me about, back when he'd first decided that I had golden retriever energy, even if it masked the rottweiler I kept hidden inside.
He wasn’t wrong, and I wished I’d listened to him instead of giving him a hard time about mean mugging and ignoring my so-called friends, so when he’d been the first to start bonding with others at the club, I’d been shocked. And I tried to turn the tables on him with a bunch of speculation about why they were being so nice to him. All of which had been very, very wrong.
The universe had finally been looking out for us when we’d landed here, which made all the hugging, handshakes, and kisses on the cheek difficult to take, but only because it drove home the point that we were really doing this. At least for the next two years.
Oh please, please, please let it last way longer.
I knew it wasn’t wise, getting so attached to the relationship aspect already. But it felt right to us, especially when Daddy Dorian always seemed to let us lead while still making it clear who the Daddy was in the relationship. I loved that there was an obvious difference between the way he treated us when we were on the clock and how he was when we were enjoying downtime. There were clear lines that made it so nothing between us was ever confusing.
And the best part of all was the way he both praised us and gently corrected us when he needed us to change something up. He openly accepted criticism too, like last night, when he’d shown us one of the early designs for the red panda costumeand Raleigh had shaken his head and said that the cowl design looked too much like an angry raccoon.
He’d adjusted it too, bringing out the playful cuteness of the panda while moving far away from the rampaging raccoon look. The fact that he considered our feedback beyond what the gear felt like left me feeling warm and fuzzy inside. He actually cared what we thought. I hadn’t had a lot of that in my life since my grandmother died.
“Are we still on for Cards Against Humanity Wednesday night?” Phoenix asked as he walked us out to Raleigh’s bike one more time.
“Yup, Aspen’s gonna join us too,” I said as I climbed on the bike behind Raleigh.
“Cool, with his sense of humor, I can’t wait to see what he puts together for answers.”
“Me neither,” Raleigh said. “Especially when some of his innuendos come with innuendos.”
With a wave to Phoenix, we were off, and I was pleased to see Raleigh paying far more attention to the sideview mirrors than he normally did. I felt the tension in his body when the same car took the same three turns in a row that we did, then Raleigh switched lanes and took an aggressive right with no blinker, something I might otherwise have fussed at him about if I hadn’t known why he was doing it. Fortunately, he didn’t spot the car again on the remainder of the ride, so we took a few side streets, just in case, before we pulled up to the back of the warehouse, and I used the app Daddy had put on our phones to open the door to the garage.
We were inching towards the move-in-with-Daddy phase though we weren’t there yet, but I could see us getting there soon, now that we wouldn’t have to constantly leave to get ready for our shift at the strip club. As the door rattled shut behind us, it truly hit us that we didn’t ever have to go back to that life if we didn’t want to. Our contracts meant steady income, rather than socking away money from awesome nights to balance out the shitty ones. We’d be able to tuck more away in our savings accounts and even make plans to check a few more things off our bucket lists. Holy shit, the possibilities were endless.
I let out a whoop as I tugged off my helmet, startling Raleigh and causing him to drop his. When he turned to me with wide, startled eyes, I hurled myself in his arms and peppered his face with so many kisses that he giggled and lifted me up enough that I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung as he held me and claimed my lips in a scorching kiss.
“Gonna tell me what the yelling was for?” he rasped as we came up for air, panting as we sucked in oxygen, Raleigh grinning up at me.
