Page 202 of Daddies' Captive


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As they moved down the walkway, Roddy, her upstairs neighbor strode toward them. He glanced up and grew pale at the sight of Grady.

“Hi, Roddy,” she called out.

He grunted and skirted around them, giving Grady nervous looks.

“What did you do to him?” she asked as they got to the town car where Raul waited.

“Me? Nothing. But Steele sent a few boys to chat to him about his late-night parties. He hasn’t been having them anymore, right? You would tell me if he was, wouldn’t you, Effie?” He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her head back.

Finally, an epiphany hit her.

Was he more at ease touching her when he controlled it? When he’d played at clubs, presumably he’d touched the subs. But he’d completely controlled the narrative.

That made sense.

Grady liked complete control. Always. He might never be all cuddly and affectionate in front of others, but he was definitely more at ease when it was just the three of them.

“Effie?”

“Yes, I’d tell you,” she blurted out. “And no, he hasn’t been having his late-night parties.”

“What a good girl you are, gifting me your submission. You like that, don’t you? Having us take charge?”

“Like it might not be the right word,” she whispered. “I think I could get addicted to it.”

He grinned. Then he opened the door and helped her into the car. She slid along as he climbed in, putting her duffel at his feet. But instead of sitting by the door, he slid into the middle seat. Then he buckled her seat belt before doing up his own.

He knocked on the privacy screen and the car took off.

Then he grasped hold of her chin. “Now to say a proper hello to my girl.”

By the time they got to Pinkies, she knew that she was going to have to re-do her make-up. That her lips were probably swollen and her eyes glazed.

And she didn’t give a fuck about any of that.

All she wanted was to ease the arousal rushing through her. But what she most wanted to do was touch him. To make him feel as good as he did her.

“Grady,” she moaned.

“Shh, be a good girl for me a bit longer. I’ll get you inside and we’ll do something to ease your need.”

“You . . . I want you.”

“I know. I want that too. But we’re not fucking until I get you home and can take my time. Not fucking you for the first time here at a strip bar.”

“How do you feel about getting head at a strip bar?” Then she realized what she’d just said. “I meant from me! From me! No one else better be giving you head!”

“I don’t mind if you wanna give me head, honey,” a man called out. “Titties and an ass like that, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me. Bet you suck like a hoover and those tits will bounce so pretty.”

She froze and then looked around, seeing that they were in the main bar area of Pinkies.

Fucking hell.

She hadn’t even noticed.

But she didn’t even have to think how to react. Grady was all over it. He drew her into him, pressing her face to his chest.

Then she heard another voice.

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