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Watching her flirt with that man, knowing she's out just offering herself up to everyone, makes me see red. I wait until she passes me before I lunge, covering her mouth with one hand and pulling her against my chest hard and sudden enough to make her huff in surprise, a startled scream muffled before it can escape my fingers.
“Shh, Sweetpea,” I growl to her, the nickname impossible to hold back. She's tense in my arms, but not fighting. “You’ve been a bad girl tonight, haven’t you, baby?”
She whines and squirms against me, but also relaxes at the sound of my voice.
“I've been watching you,” I continue, wrapping my arm around her waist and subtly guiding her back into the shadows, towards my car. Her eyes are closed, her throat working to swallow as she breathes hard through her nose. Yet she still doesn't fight me. She knows it's me—or at least, the stranger in the club. “Seeing you flirt with those boys. Letting them touch you, allowing them to put their hands on what'smine. Clearly you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
In the back of my mind, I know what I'm doing is absolutely fucking insane. There's no way this ends well, even with her knowing it's ‘Daddy’, even though she's not fighting me as I lead her to my car. I’m careful not to show her my face as I shove her against the passenger seat. I reach for my tie, unfastening it and pulling it free so I can wrap it around her eyes and tug it into place.
Layla shivers, biting her lower lip, relaxing as she gets her bearings and puts her hands on the top of my car. She bows her head, and I can't help myself, I have to touch her. I run my hand down her stomach and then under the hem of her dress. I force my fingers between her legs where she's warm and soft, brushing my thumb over her slit, through her soaking wet panties.
That better be all for me.
She whines, arching into my touch. With a snarl, I yank her back and open the door before guiding her inside. She doesn't fight me, she just sits pretty, demure and blindfolded as I circle to my side of the car. I get in, and turn it on, peeling out of the parking lot like I’m on a mission.
She's silent for the car ride, and for the time it takes me to park and get her inside and up to my bedroom. That passes in a blur for me, no thought in my head other than getting her to bed and forcing myself inside her. I can't think of anything else.
“D-daddy,” she finally whispers when the bedroom door closes behind us. Her skin pebbles with goose bumps, her pale cheeks flushing as she warms up. “Can I please take the blindfold off now?”
“No,” I growl, terror gripping me at the thought.
She can't know it's me.
If she sees who I am, herstepfather, then this is over.
There's no way she'll want anything to do with me once she knows who I am, and I’m not ready to let go of this fantasy just yet. Not to mention the hell that would break loose with my divorce settlement if her mother got wind of this.
I take her with one hand at the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip tightly, and kiss her like I'm starving for it, because I am. Finally, with her lips on mine, I feel close to sane again. She gasps, dropping her bag and clinging back to me just as tightly. There's something about not being in the club that makes this feel so much morereal, as though she really is mine, as though she wants me just as badly. This isn't about the money for her. She doesn’t care about the job. She let me kidnap her from a fucking bar and let me drive her to an unknown location, blindfolded and trusting…
Is she fucking crazy? AmI?
I push her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she falls onto it with another quiet, startled gasp. She leans back as I continue to kiss her, tugging on her hair until she bares her throat for my mouth. Fuck, I could ruin her right now, and I think deep down, she wants me to.
“Spread your legs, baby girl,” I growl, relishing how she stifles a moan and does just that, legs opening for me wide enough that her dress rides up to her hips, showing me the white lacy thong she's wearing beneath. My mouth waters, but there’s no venom at all this time, just unbridled desire.
I fall to my knees in front of her and shove her thong to one side, no other thought in my head but getting my mouth on her as quickly as possible. She moans loudly, falling back onto the bed and clutching my head with both hands, her fingers knotting in my hair.
“F-fuck, Daddy, mm…”
My eyes close as I lose myself in the taste of her. I force my tongue inside her, then lick over her clit in the harsh, fast strokes I know she likes. I take only a moment to spit on my fingers before thrusting two inside her, crooking them up to rub her sweet spot while I continue to suck her clit. She's so warm and tight around my fingers. My cockacheswith desire to get inside her, but I force myself to wait until she’s taken care of.
I have all the time I want now. No contract obligations, no payment rate, no one else waiting to use this room. Just her and me and whatever desire she'll let me sate.
“Oh myGod,” she mewls, digging her nails into my scalp, her back arching as I continue to fuck her with my fingers and tease her clit mercilessly. I have no interest in drawing this out for her, I want her to come and come hard, I want her to know thatIknow how to touch her, that I know how to fuck her, that noboycould possibly compare to me. “God, please…” Her thighs tighten around my head, shoes kicking off as she digs her heels into my shoulders, grinding her centre against my face. “Oh my God,fuck, yes. Logan!”
My eyes fly open as I hear my name. She screams my name again and again as she comes hard around my fingers, her body shuddering violently with the force of her orgasm. My heart pounding, I shove myself to my feet the second she’s done and pull my tie free from her eyes.
Fuck.
She knows.
Gasping, she blinks up at me, wide-eyed and flushed but there's no repulsion there. There’s no disgust. Just open desire and desperation as she reaches for me and pulls me back down for a passionate kiss, like she’s known who I was all along.
I fumble with my slacks and shove them down, freeing my cock and burying myself inside her slick, tight pussy. She whimpers for me, nails digging into my back as I fuck her with abandon, so turned on and so full of a chaotic mix of emotions—surprise, hope, lust—that I can't hold myself back.
“Tell me how bad you want this, Layla,” I croon in her ear.
“So bad,” she moans, her hands in my hair, down my back, grabbing my ass to urge me on, raking back up like she can't get enough of me. “Daddy, please, fuck me,” she begs.
