With his other hand, his palm roams the dimples of my outer thigh, inching up my flared dress. “But who takes care ofyou, Vi?” He drags the bottle over the front of my dress, then underneath, prodding the neck between my thighs. “Who takes care of this?”
My body trembles. “Nobody, Daddy.”
The fire returns in his eyes. Steel-blue irises pierce my heart as the bottleneck finds its way inside my knickers. “Spread your legs wider, baby girl.”
As I widen my stance, the tip of the bottle pierces my clenched walls. I moan whispers of pleasure as he fucks me with the neck of the bottle. His thumb presses against my clit, applying the right amount of pressure to have me sag against the wall. My legs weaken, my body limp, shaking as he wrings out my orgasm.
“Does my dirty girl need to come?” He stops his movements and I take over, rotating my hips, feeling the round glass bottle against my walls.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Come home. Let me fuck you how you need to be fucked, how only I can satisfy you. I’ll take care of your every need, Vi.” He rumbles deep from his belly as he says my name. “I’ll take care of this.” He rubs circles around my clit with his thumb.
My back arches against the wall, my hips frantically rocking against the bottle and his hand.
“Let me take care of my girl on her birthday.” His forehead rests against mine, his lips pressing against my cheek as he pleasures me with the bottle.
“I can’t.” My fingers curl around the fabric of his t-shirt, clinging on to him as waves of pleasure wash over me.
“Did you know the flower for February is violets?” He lifts the sleeve of his t-shirt, revealing the violets tangled with barbed wire around his biceps. I never thought much about the Roman numerals weaved into the design, but on inspection, it’s clear now, it’s today’s date. My birthdate.
My eyes water, overwhelming emotion mixed with pure bliss wracks my body. All this time, he had my birthdate tattooed on his skin. I’ve never felt unconditional love.
Until now.
Someone approaches the corridor, slipping into the toilets, but I don’t care. Kane adjusts his stance, shielding me from any eyes, and as I moan, he engulfs my mouth with his, swallowing my cries of bliss as I tighten around the bottle. Tingles fire off in my body, little sparks of delight twitching in my centre.
Kane lifts his lips into a smirk, one of pure satisfaction at my unravelling. I hang on to him, my fist knotted in his t-shirt, the only thing keeping me standing with the state of delirium he has me in. That and the alcohol running through my veins. I’m completely at his mercy, ready for him to take me home, back to his farmhouse and into his bed.
“Letty.” A growl sounds from down the corridor, followed by stomping boots.
Kane bristles. His hand moves from under my skirt, bringing the bottle coated in my arousal to his lips, and takes a drink.
I wipe around my mouth, trying to erase any smudged lipstick as Jack pounds towards us.
“Letty. Let’s go?”
“I’ll be right there, Jack.” My trembling voice calls down the hall.
Kane crowds me, still caging me in and preventing me from moving. “Come home with me, Vi.”
“I can’t.” Jack gets closer and I signal for him to give me a minute, holding my index finger up over Kane’s shoulder. “I’ll call at your place after work again one night, I promise.” I slide along the wall, crouching under his arm.
Jack scowls at us both.
Kane grips my arm. “Again? That was you?”
“Get your grubby hands off her,” Jack says, taking the few steps towards us.
“Jack, it’s fine.”
Kane stands tall. He has a few inches on Jack, but Jack is beefier. “She’s coming home with me tonight.” Kane clings to my arms, his grip like a vise, imprinting me with his fingerprints.
“Like hell she is. She belongs to us now. You couldn’t even take care of your woman.”
Kane lets go of me and pushes Jack against the wall with a growl. “She will never belong to you.”
Jack laughs, taunting him. “What are you gonna do, beat me like my uncle? I dare you. One hit, go on. One hit is all it’ll take to get that tag put back on. Dogs like you need to be kept on a leash.”
