“And what would daddy think of you being my little slut?” I ask.
“You’re my daddy now, so you tell me.”
I lean closer so that my lips are just out of reach. He cranes his neck to get a taste, but I don’t let him.
“You’d be so easy to ruin.”
“Please. Please. Do it,” he says in a strangled whisper.
I rub my thumb over his lower lip, feeling its soft, velvety texture. His entire essence radiates an intoxicating combination of fear and lust, and it makes me feel high.
“Please, let me taste you…”
My cock hardens, and I press it against him. The pull is intense. My lips itch to touch his, but I force myself to stop.
I pull his mouth open by the chin and spit. It lands on his tongue, and Felix moans in ecstasy.
It was a knee-jerk reaction, but now that it’s done, I can’t unsee it. Felix’s reaction was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I back away, rubbing my eyes to clear my head. I’m hot, and I want to grab him some more.
But I can’t.
“There. You tasted me. Now, get my fucking order right tomorrow!”
Felix blinks, trying to reorient himself. “Huh?”
I turn to leave, but Felix calls out, “Wait!”
My hand reaches for the door, but I stop and say over my shoulder. “This little game is over. That’s the closest you’re ever going to get to me, Felix. I hope you savored the moment.”
I exit the bathroom and holler, “Gabe. We’re leaving.”
I walk across the dining room, throw open the front entrance door, and step outside. The cool air bites my skin, and I welcome it.
Gabe was right. I can’t come here anymore.
I can’t fall into Felix’s trap. He’s the Prince of Belmont, andI’m the villain in this fairytale.
I can’t get close.
Felix
I stand in the bathroom with my hands covering my hard-on. If that had continued, I might have come in my pants. It was by far the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.
I’m obsessed. He’s the man of my dreams, and I need to make him mine.
But how?
He wants me; that much is clear. I could feel it in the way he denied me. Torren wants me like I want him, but he’s fighting against it.
Why? And why do I keep chasing him?
I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that I need him. Crave him.
I rush into the dining room and see that Torren has left. Gabe sits in his seat, waving the money they owe me.
I don’t even know what to think anymore. Part of me wants to run out of the diner and chase after Torren, but I know he’d push me away.
