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She rolls up, eyes still wide with wonder, like they were after I fucked her over on the table. She starts to walk past me, but I grab her waist and pull her back. “What do you say?”
I’m not sure if she’ll slap my face after the way I dismissed her so abruptly, but she throws her arms around my neck and gives me a full kiss. “Thanks, Daddy,” she breezes before she waltzes out of the bedroom.
My spent cock leaps back to life.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here, but I’d better figure it out quick. Because this thing between the two of us is powerful.
Chapter 7
Lia
We’ve beenout on three calls already and I’m starving. We all hit the pasta like we’re carbing up for a marathon and then head to our respective rooms to rest. My phone buzzes with a text.
My heart picks up speed when I see it’s from Blaze.I need you in my office immediately.
Oh, hell yes.
I forget my exhaustion and post-meal sluggishness and swing my legs to the floor to stand. I open my door silently, but it seems Rocket and Scott never made it into their rooms, or they came back out. They’re in the lounge, watching the Mateo Vega—aka The Matador—fight on television. He’s a local favorite because the guy literally never gets hit. Not that I watch boxing, but I’m around guys who do all the time.
Anyway, their presence makes a visit to Blaze’s office awkward.
His door is open, though, and I step inside it. His gaze shifts to behind me, and I hear footfalls but don’t turn.
My brain clamors for something to say. “Uh, can I talk to you about the schedule?”
He pulls it out and slaps it on the desk. “Sure.”
I walk toward him. As soon as I’m close enough, he murmurs, “Panty-check.”
I sneak a glance over my shoulder. No one is there. I reach into my department-issued pants and pull up on the waistband of my new polka-dot panties to stretch the fabric. “One hundred percent cotton.”
He eyes it like he wants to touch, but seems to hold himself back. “Good girl. You’re dismissed.”
I don’t particularly like being dismissed. I don’t know what else he could do—there are people in the lounge who saw me come in. But he’s got me hot and bothered now, a slow pulse aching between my legs and no way to relieve it.
Plus, I can’t stand the sting of rejection at being told I’m dismissed.
He did the same thing at his house the morning after my punishment session and I wasn’t sure I liked it then, either. I guess he’s making it clear we’re not hanging out. We’re not boyfriend-girlfriend. We’re master and slave. Or daddy and doll. Or whatever name fits this kinky relationship.
And as much as I love what we’re doing, how incredible the sex is, I’m not sure I can do sex without an emotional attachment.
I mean, is such thing even possible?
Maybe just for guys, I don’t know.
I don’t think it’s me.
So I guess I need to talk to him.
Except do I want to break this thing off?
He suggested three punishments. It was a defined, finite thing. When those are over, are we through? Should I at least get my three before I bail?
It’s tempting. The last one was so incredible, I don’t want to miss out on the rest.
I go back to my room and text him,There are punishments for daddies who tease, too.
His text comes through immediately.Don’t even think about it or you’ll spend all day tomorrow sucking my cock.
