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“Jared?” It felt weird to speak my brother’s name when I was standing naked in front of his best friend. “It feels like it's worth it to me, Cas, or maybe I’m just blinded by my want for you.” I stepped closer, and took his hand, pressing it between my legs.
“You’re wet.”
“I have been for days. Ever since before we left. I feel like I’m going crazy, Cas. I can’t keep on this way. If you don’t want to do this for real, we need to turn around and go home.”
I saw the pain in his eyes at my words and it gave me hope.
“And then what?” he croaked.
“And then we go back to the way we were before. Roommates who avoid each other as much as possible with a mutual link between us.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
I didn’t know if I could either.
“So, what do we do?” I asked.
“This.” Finally, his voice held the confidence–the pure Daddy Dominance–it had been missing as he closed the space between us. “We do this.”
His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me to him as his lips captured mine in a kiss that was claiming, punishing, wanting. Demanding.
When he pulled away we were both panting. His eyes narrowed on the pajamas I was still clutching in my hand. “Naughty girl. When Daddy tells you to do something, you do it.”
“Oops,” I whispered, my voice thick and raspy. “And what if I don’t?”
“Then I guess you’ll have to be punished.”
Thank god.
Chapter Nine
Cas
Her ass was still too tore up to spank, but that was fine, I had different plans. I kept my gaze locked on hers as I took the pajamas from her and slowly undid the snaps that went halfway down the front.
Kneeling as I held them open in front of her, I helped her into them, legs first. I pulled the fabric up over her hips and torso, and worked her arms through the openings before slowly closing each snap. I left a few of the top ones open to give me a view of her ample cleavage.
“Is that better?” she asked, giving a little shimmy.
“Almost.” I grabbed her hand and whirled her around until she was facing away from me, and with one deft flick of my fingers, undid the drop bottom, exposing her ass. “That’s better.”
“Is it?” She turned and her eyes met mine. “Is there a reason my bottom needs to be hanging out?”
“There might be. You’re very naughty.”
She nodded solemnly. “I am. And very horny. And even very sleepy. I might need something to suck on.”
“Oh.” I blinked. This had taken a different direction than I expected, but I stalked across the room and found the bag of purchases I’d made in Vegas, pulling out a package of pacifiers. “Here,” I offered, feeling confused.
She rolled her eyes and pushed my hand away, furthering my confusion. “No, Daddy. That’s not what I meant.”
She reached down then and grabbed my cock through the fabric of my shorts. “I want a different kind of pacifier tonight.”
“Oh.” Finally catching her intention, I groaned. “You’re very naughty.”
“I know. What are you going to do about it?”
“This.” I bent to scoop my arms around her knees and lifted her bridal style, stumbling the few feet to one of the beds. When I placed her on the mattress, she stared up at me, and I realized how badly I needed a shower. But my little girl needed a Daddy. Fuck.
