Page 28 of Her Devious Daddies

His jaw clenched and relaxed. “You’re testing me, darling.”

It wasn’t a question. No, it was a complete statement.

“Pfft. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Logan shook his head and straightened, taking one step away from the chair. It gave me more than enough space to get up and walk out on my own accord, but who would care if Logan Wilde threw me over his shoulder and carried me out of the shop? Would anyone even bat an eye? I thought about it, playing the scenario in my head, and getting more heated each time it ran through. He allowed me more than one chance to get up and yet I sat drinking from an empty mug rather than complying.

“Do you know what implied consent is, Karsyn?”

I glanced around the café, but no one was paying any attention to the two of us. “Uh, if you tell me to do something and I refuse to comply then I’m technically consenting?”

“Yes, you’re correct. You’ve been screaming for attention since we met. Stand up and come with me. I’d like to continue our conversation privately.”

“Is it so you can respond to my off-handed comment about teasing or something else?”

“Yes, I accept your challenge. I’ll show you my expertise in teasing those holes of yours with my hands as well as my tongue.”

Fuck. I opened and closed my mouth several times without actually saying a word. I did it a few more times before shaking my head. “I… well… you…,” I tried, but nothing intelligent seemed to come out of my mouth.

“Last chance.”

“I promise I’m not trying to be disrespectful.”

“I’m aware, Karsyn. You are, however, testing boundaries and finding some limits, aren’t you?”

How the fuck did Logan know? It was something I had tried in my previous relationships with limited-to-no success. It was one of the many reasons I had all but given up on finding a dominant partner. I was sick of men pretending they were going to give me the world, set rules and guidelines, spoil me and be my Daddy, but then dumping my ass as soon as I started bratting. Or worse going overboard and punishing far beyond the crime, for lack of a better explanation. If I broke a simple rule, even the first time, they would go hog wild and enact severe consequences.

Instead of allowing them to continue, I’d safeword out of the punishment and the relationship. It was always after so many conversations with them, thinking that they understood what I wanted and needed. It proved that none of them were meant to be mine. A real Dominant would have praised me for having such great communication skills before we embarked into a relationship while learning and growing with me.

I realized too late that I’d been staring at Logan, not saying anything for far longer than I meant to. He gently but firmly grabbed my waist and lifted me over his shoulder, then grabbed my purse and put it on his other shoulder.

“Hey! I was trapped in my head! I wasn’t ignoring you, Logan,” I protested.

“Regardless, I’m done standing in this coffee shop.”

“Ugh!” I sighed as he walked out the front door and stopped short.

“Well, look who we bumped into. Hey, August.”

“You’ve got something growing on your shoulder, Logan,” August said, chuckling. “Do you want me to look at that for you?”

His velvety-smooth voice was unique, plus August had the most charming laugh. I worried about the picture I presented to him, as well as the awkward situation.

“Nah. I’m not worried. She’s not going to cause me any more trouble.”

“That’s what you think,” I muttered.

“Oh, you might want to try out some of those new gags you were telling me about.” August peered at me. “In case you didn’t know, Logan loves a challenge.”

“And how about you?” I sassed. What was it about these two men that made me so quick to poke and prod at them? August patted my head for a moment before crouching down so I could see him fully even in my odd position.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Obviously.”

“Mm.” He stood and disappeared from my line of sight. August leaned into my ear, his hot breath fanning across the shell of it. Fuck. He was arousing me without even touching me.

“I may have been a little less than respectful with my tone, August. Not that you give a fuck about the sort of tone I have. But if you do care? Well, then I sincerely apologize.”

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