Page 40 of Her Devious Daddies

“Not really. But I do like the idea of exploring it. Wearing pretty dresses or cute outfits and sitting on your lap and watching cartoons and coloring in coloring books and–”

We sat staring at each other for a moment.

“So, you’ve thought about it?”

Karsyn pretended to lock her lips with a key.

“All right. I won’t push you tonight, but I’d love to know more about what makes you tick. To find out what you secretly desire.”

Karsyn frowned and ‘unlocked’ her mouth. “I don’t have secret desires, August. One day I want to explore age play, but in a limited way. I don’t want to be carried around on someone’s hip or be forced into diapers. I like coloring and cartoons but not sippy cups and highchairs.”

I shrugged at her explanation. “And that’s perfectly fine. There’s no right or wrong way to explore. You can be any age you want, or none. You can simply enjoy dressing up and watching movies whether they are cartoons or not. No one is going to force you to do anything. Hear me clearly. There’s no right or wrong way when it comes to exploring your kinks,” I reiterated.

“I’ve also been thinking about some of the kinks you’ve told me about. It’s a little odd when you think about it, Sir. A medic with medical kink.”

“It means I know exactly how to do whatever I want to you, and if something goes awry? Then at least I can save your life too.”

“Sir!” She hit my arm.

“I’m mostly kidding. I don’t go to the extremes with the scenes, but I’ve observed all sorts of different kinds.”

“Have you thought about examining me?” She bit her lower lip, seductively shooting come-hither glances.

“I like the idea of using certain tools and devices to bring you to orgasm. So, it’s not a full-blown exam, though I’ve done those too.” I traced my fingers along her collarbone and then repeated the pattern with my tongue.

“I’m not a snow cone,” she sassed.

“The orgasm in the supply closet quieted your brat for the afternoon, but the effect seems to be fading. Do you need more, babygirl?”

“More orgasms?”

“Yes.”

She stared at me, her pink tongue darting out of her mouth as she appeared to contemplate her response. I hoped it was positive, but we were still in the early stages of our relationship. We hadn’t had sex without Logan yet.

I leaned closer, nipping the sweet juncture where her neck and collarbone met.

“I don’t know, August,” she finally answered.

“If you have any hesitations, you need to tell me.”

“I want you and I don’t want to think about it.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. Patting her thigh, I motioned for her to stand up. Confusion splashed across her features, but I didn’t say a word since my thoughts raced with what we could do in the privacy of my bedroom. Instead, I laced our fingers together and pulled her down the hallway behind me. She didn’t protest but stared at my king-sized mattress as if she’d never seen a bed before. Karsyn popped a hip out, leaning her hand on it. She either wanted to battle or I hadn’t been clear enough.

“Do you need a written invitation?”

“This is why I don’t do kinky sex. I can’t just relax and enjoy the moment and now you’re annoyed–”

“Karsyn.” My growled tone had her shutting her mouth with an audible smack. Jabbing my fingers through my hair, I thought about her kinks and limits, things we had previously discussed. “First off, I’m not annoyed, but I’m a little confused.”

“I’m insecure. It’s been a while, okay?”

“Then come here so I can worship every inch of your body and make you feel like the goddess you are.”

She moved faster than I expected, meeting the distance between us, and stepping to my feet. I slowly peeled her shirt off her body, setting it on the dresser. Admiring her balconette bra, strappy with flowers all over it, led me to the conclusion that her panties probably matched. Undoing the zipper of her skirt, I lowered it to her ankles, encouraging her to step out of it before returning my attention to her legs. She had these sexy black thigh-high stockings on. I left them on because they were fucking hot. My hands traveled up and over her silky panties as I decided where to start.

“You look like you’re going to devour me, August.”

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