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“Did I what?”
“Did he make you come?”
I blush. I came harder than I ever have in my life, but I feel so ashamed admitting that.
“I enjoyed it much more than I was expecting to,” is all I say.
“It’s a thrill having your sight taken away from you, right? The only thing you have to go on is a voice and the way he feels. He could be absolutely anyone and you’d never know.”
I bite back a giggle, because she has no idea how much truth her words hold.
6
LAYLA
Marianne:
Client request: Wear something sexy that you wouldn’t want your daughter to leave the house in…
Ibite my lip as I reread the text message that came through just before I left home. Marianne told me that occasionally the client might make requests ahead of their sessions, usually about clothing they want a girl to wear or a particular way they want their girl to act. There’s something extra dirty about this particular fantasy considering Iamreally his stepdaughter. He has to know who I am, right? Even with the blindfold, there’s no way he couldn’t have realized who I am…
Which makes him just as sick as me.
Excitement pulsates through me as I walk into the back entrance of the club. I barely slept at all last night because every time I closed my eyes, I was right back there in that room, reliving every single last detail. And when I finally gave up on getting sleep, I did what any girl would do—I internet-stalked him, then touched myself while staring at photos of him.
Pushing my way into the changing room, I do a last-minute touch-up of my make-up, then I slip into the sexy dress Zoe insisted I have until I get my first pay cheque. The tiny spaghetti straps and plunging neckline frame my breasts perfectly, leaving very little to the imagination. The soft, shimmery silver-coloured fabric cuts out so high that it barely covers my ass. What would Logan have said to me if I tried leaving the house wearing this when I was sixteen? Would he have secretly thought about how much he wanted to fuck me?
Yep, this definitely meets the brief.
Wetting my lips, I perch on the utilitarian bed, while the security guy adjusts the blindfold firmly over my eyes and reminds me not to take it off for any reason at all. I know the rules—anonymity is everything, it's the whole premise of this club and while I would never break them intentionally, it has me wondering, what would happen if the blindfold slipped off?
My heart jumps in my throat at the thought of Logan knowing that I know it’s him. I squirm, pressing my thighs together as I feel myself getting wet with the anticipation. I want him to touch me and put his hand on my throat and call me his good girl again. I want to scream Daddy while he slams his cock into me and teaches me a lesson.
Footsteps approach, and I smile to myself. I listened to those same heavy footsteps for years, praying they would stop outside my bedroom door. Of course, they never did. Even if he thought about me like that, he was too much of a straight arrow to fuck his underage stepdaughter. Things are different now, of course. I’m not underage, for one. And he’s only my stepfather by name. But part of me hopes that when he fucks me, he’s imagining he still has that power over me.
He enters and closes the door loud enough for me to jump. There's a moment of silence, and then a low growl escapes his mouth that has me biting my lower lip.
“And where do you think you're going, dressed like that?” he says darkly, approaching me and yanking me to my feet. He doesn't seem to care if I recognize his voice this time, and it makes a thrill run through me. I gasp as he grips my wrist with force, his free hand grazing my ass, brazen and sure, like he does this all the time. “You really think I would let you leave my house dressed like a slut? You think I don't see how all the boys look at my little girl?”
My eyes widen beneath the blindfold, even as I choke on air, whining and grabbing his shoulders as his fingers curl under my dress and rub me through my panties.
So, we're really going there.
If I wasn't already blindfolded, the room would be spinning from how hot that makes me.
“I—but, Daddy, I like this dress,” I say, jumping straight into character without a moment of hesitation. I smile when I hear him groan in my ear, his grip on my wrist tightening. He's already hard, his erection pressing at my hip as he continues to lazily paw at me through my panties, shoving my dress up so my ass is bare. “Don't you think I look pretty?”
“You look good enough to eat,” he snarls. “Everyone will be looking at you. And that's the problem, isn't it? No one should be looking at what'smine.”
He tugs the seat of my panties to one side, and I tense with anticipation, spreading my legs so he has room. A second later, sharp pain followed by a sting comes as he spanks me, right over my folds, the unexpected action making me moan and cling to him tighter. He spanks me again, his other hand, greedy and rough, gripping my ass before his palm comes down there, too, hard enough to make me gasp and arch against him.
“I'm sorry, Daddy,” I say, biting my lower lip as he rubs between my lips and roughly over my clit. “I don't… Don't be mad at me. I'm sorry, I’ll be your good girl, I promise.”
He shudders against me, baring his teeth against my jaw before he yanks on my hair and kisses me roughly. “That's right, Sweetpea,” he purrs, dark and low. “But I might need some convincing that you’re really sorry. You wanna show Daddy how good you can be for him?”
I nod eagerly, so turned on I can barely stand. “Please.”
“Get undressed,” he snaps, yanking on my dress. I step back and pull it over my head, leaving me standing there in only my panties. I bite my lower lip again, feigning shyness and pretending to cover myself with one hand. “Ah, no.” He grabs my wrist tightly, pulling it away. “I need these off, too.” He motions to my underwear. “Let me see all of you.”
