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Club Opal. I haven’t been back there since the night of the masquerade party. He forbade me from going and I didn’t even bother trying because I know I wouldn’t have been able to get in if I tried. Looking down at the leggings and t-shirt I’m wearing, I grimace. I’m in comfy clothes until the last minute when I would put on my skin-tight jeans and black Onyx logo tank top for my shift.
Cataloging my closet, I try to figure out if I have anything to wear and if I have enough time to fully get ready. Almost as if he’s reading my exact thoughts, he says, “Go get ready. Don’t feel the need to rush. We don’t have a time frame.” A sigh escapes me because I really do want to go, and he eased my anxiety by giving me the go ahead. I get up and hurry out of his room and toward my own.
Showering, I scrub every inch of my body and shave everything, even though I did it yesterday. I don’t want underarm stubble. No fucking thank you. I touch up my pussy, leaving the small patch of hair just above my slit.
Toweling off, I plug in my curling iron while I start applying makeup. I keep my face light just using a smoothing serum and adding a small amount of blush. I pay more attention to my eyes, inking them in black, drawing my cat eye before shaping and darkening my brows. A neutral eye shadow on my lids and then mascara completes the look. All that’s left are my lips.
Urban Decay’s Vice in shade69glides on my lips, completing my brunette bombshell look. I know what works for me and I utilize it to my ability.
Curling my hair in soft waves until they fall down around my shoulders and skim the top of my chest. I’m satisfied with my appearance.
I slip into a black lacy thong and matching strapless bra before pulling up a tight black bodice asymmetrical dress with a red and black lace overlay that falls just above my knees. Stuffing my boobs into the top, I pull the wide straps up to sit on my shoulders before rearranging, so I’m comfortable and nothing is going to pop out randomly.
Shoes, shoes, shoes. I think as I glance around the closet, trying to decide. Do I go with classic black or classic red? I’m holding two different pairs of heels in my hand, trying to decide when the choice is taken away from me. Both are removed and the black ones are set back down, and I see my dad bend down, lifting one foot to slip the deep red stiletto on before setting it back down and repeating the action with my other.
His hands grip my ankles before coasting up my legs, and everything in me wants to say fuck it. I don’t want to leave the house; I want to drop to my knees and make him fuck my face until I choke. The smirk never leaves his face, and I know he can tell the exact thought in my head.
“Behave. You can do that at the club. Maybe I’ll put you on display and let all the others watch as you smear this pretty lipstick across your daddy’s cock, hmm?” My stance is rigid because I’m both turned on and nervous.
“Come, October. Let’s go see what kind of debauchery we can get into tonight.” He holds out his hand, a simple act, but it speaks a thousand words.
It’s saying,Do you trust me? Trust that everything I do you’ll love? How I won’t truly do anything you don’t want? Do you trust me?
Call me naïve. Call me stupid. Call me any name in the book, but I know once I accept his hand that it will all change. We’ve been living in a bit of a bubble, but tonight that changes. We both know it and so I slip my own into his and link our fingers together, feeling the smooth platinum of his rings against my bare skin.
He looks like a devil, and I already know he fucks like one.
Leading by both name and sin, we walk out of the house and into a den of sin.
Deviant desires taste sweet, and I’ve never denied my sweet tooth.
CHAPTER21
MAVERICK
Iknew what I was doing, inviting her tonight. I was prepared for it and as we walk in and all eyes turn to look at the knockout entering with me, I feel pride and a bit of jealousy as men and women drink her in with their eyes. I can see them admire her face, her curves, and the way she carries herself. Confident and it’s only myself that can feel the anxiety flowing off her a bit. This is new territory for her, but she’ll ease into it, I have no doubt.
I feel him before I see him moving toward us. Lincoln fucking Ashford. Friend. Lover. Pain in my goddamn ass.
“Mav.” He grins at me, appraising both October and me. He knows this is my daughter. He’s watched her go from teenager to adult and never once has he looked at her as anything but my daughter… until now.
I can see the subtle change in him as he shifts on his feet, and he bites his lip before dragging his gaze back to my own. A half smirk on his face, sheepishly looking at me like how could I blame him? Quirking an eyebrow at him, I shake my head at his antics.
October watches our silent conversation, trying to read between the lines.
It’s only when I bend down and whisper in her ear, “Do you want to play with me while Linc here watches us, wildcat?” Her breathing quickens, and I revel in it. Soaking it in as red splotches plume across the skin, but she doesn’t say no. She doesn’t say anything and all I do is wait.
Moments later, she whispers just loudly enough for both of us to hear her, “Yes.”
Leading her further in, I go back into a private room, watching as Lincoln follows us like a puppy. If he was wagging his tongue anymore, he really would look like a puppy. He’s a good little puppy. Obedient and won’t do anything unless I tell him to.
“Strip.”
Lincoln moves quickly, shedding his clothes until he’s naked in front of us. His hard cock laying against his stomach as he stays standing. Not moving or touching anything.
Like I said, a good little puppy.
“Do you see how he listens and obeys me? Didn’t even stray a finger to touch his aching cock. He’s been hard since you walked in. Isn’t that right, puppy?” I’m standing behind October but eyeing him. Watching her finally noticing him as well gives me a rush.
