“Noted.” He tips his bottle at me. “He tell you about the job we need you for here?”
“Yup.”
“And?”
I stare at Bishop, not shocked that he wants me for this one, but surprised it’s just the three of us. “I’m in.” There’s an industry up-and-comer they used to control. He’s transporting weapons, selling drugs, littering the streets with dirty narcotics, and the guy needs a lesson. We’re going to serve it to him. “What he didn’t tell me was when?”
Chugging the rest of his beer, Bishop leans forward, eyes on the waves slowly rolling in as the sun begins to set. “Tomorrow night. They don’t realize they’ve found their way onto our radar yet. We’re going to hit ‘em with a big bang at their warehouse near the port.”
“You got the ammunition?” I ask. He affirms. “I’ll be there, then.”
Bishop takes another beer, pops off the top, and we discuss the details of my involvement and the timing of everything. As darkness settles in, I’m hit with a yearning to have Stella in my bed sooner rather than later and start imagining dragging her home one day after work.
“You’re thinking about her,” my friend points out.
“Hard not to. I’ve waited a long time to find someone like her.”
It’s never been a secret that I’ve craved a Daddy Dom relationship. The problem I’ve always had is finding the right woman for the role. Stella seems to fit it to a T. Not only does she submit when she’s near me, but she’s also always looking to please me, even if she doesn’t realize it.
Shaking his head, Bishop gets to his feet and says his goodbyes as I continue to fantasize about my girl. Stella is shapely in such an attractive and seductive way. She’s not overly tall but not super short either. Her head probably comes up to my collarbone. Her hips are a little wider than some of the girls she works with, perfect for childbearing. Her tits are a delightful handful for a man like me with oversized mitts. And the way she fills out the uniform, I just know she has thick thighs and a soft belly.
The day I get her naked in my bed will become the start of my new religion. Worshipping her body in ways that would make Satan blush.
CHAPTER 3
Stella
“Come on, Stella, you must. That man will get you between the sheets eventually.” Karma’s nagging gets on my last nerve because I think she might be right. I’ve never been good at reading men, though, so it’s hard to trust that opinion.
Staring at the black lacy lingerie she’s holding up for me to see, I shake my head. “Even if that’s true, there’s no way I’ll look good in that thing.”
Taylor scoffs as she grabs one in another style and color to hold up alongside Karma. “Maybe another color, then. You see your curves as an obstacle; he sees them as cushion because it means he can be a little rougher with you.” The two of them giggle at her description.
“Why am I friends with you two again?” They’re the epitome of beauty. Tall, gorgeous hair, skinnier than me, and filled out in all the right places. I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with my body that’s hard to overcome.
Taking my hand, Taylor drags me to the back of the store, shoving me into the dressing room with both garments they picked out. “Try them on.” She slams the door shut behind me.
Hanging up both hangers, the two pieces are total opposites. One is black and sheer lace; everything will be on display. The other is a little more modest in a cream color and soft silk. The plunging neckline and short hem add their own kind of sexiness.
I try on the silk one first, leaving my panties on. I’m glad they’re at least kind of cute with little cherries dotting the material before opening the door to show the girls.
“Whoa!” Karma’s jaw drops.
“Oh yeah, he’s so eating you.” Taylor grins like she’s won some fashion award. “Get your butt in front of that mirror.”
Stepping out, I follow her direction and am caught off guard once I catch my reflection. It’s not too tight, flares where it needs to, and I kind of like the way I look.
“Now the other one!” Karma pushes me back in.
“I’m not coming out with that thing on!” I yell at them. It literally leaves nothing to the imagination.
“You have to. There are no mirrors in there,” Taylor taunts, and I curse because she’s right.
Muttering to myself as I switch them out, I open the door and immediately cover my breasts with my hands. No way they need to see my nipples. Both girls roll their eyes at me as I step up to the full-length mirror.
“He’s never going to let her leave the house once he sees her in this,” Taylor whispers to Karma from behind me.
“She needs sexier undies first.” Karma disappears, and a moment later, she returns with matching cheeky panties that also hide nothing.
