Page 249 of Daddy, Take Me Away
I kiss her and we’re both distracted until some people excuse themselves to pass on the trail.
“Hey, you tricked me, first by changing the subject and then with your devilishly adept tongue.”
I smirk. “How adept?”
She cocks her head looking skyward, thinking hard. “Honestly, I don’t remember.” A smirk plays on her lips. “I need a reminder.”
I’m instantly hard. Embarrassingly hard. I take her hand and guide it to my cock. “Do you see what you’ve done?”
Her smirk tightens on her lips. “Uh-huh.”
My brow arches, my expression stern. “You’re definitely getting a spanking for that and when you’re nice and sore, I’m going to finger-fuck your ass until you’re a good little submissive baby girl again.”
She bites her lip, her face flushing bright red now. And with a quick glance around us, I pull her into the bush, and slide my hand down the front of her shorts.
She’s fucking sopping wet. My eyes roll back and I bite my lip hard enough to taste copper. “Fuck.”
“Daddy,” she whispers. “I want you so fucking badly.”
Bugs start to swarm us again and I curse, yanking my hand out of her panties.
“We need to haul ass and get to the falls. I need to cool off, but I also need this fucking adventure to end so I can get you back and give you everything you deserve.”
We pick up the pace.
“So did she go? What happened?”
I groan. I definitely don’t want to talk about Gwen when my cock is throbbing and I’m getting eaten alive by bugs, but I said I’d tell her, so...
“She was into it—sort of.”
“She was?”
“She got off on watching me dominate women. So when I was revved up from a good scene, she was too, and that first night somehow we ended up in bed together.”
Zoë looks uncomfortable, chewing the inside of her cheek, no doubt remembering Gwen’s words. How long have you had her? I’d love to see you punish her.
“Is that part of your kink? Letting someone watch?” She trips over a root and I catch her.
“Whether she’s temporary or not, my submissive is my priority. I’m completely focused on her during a scene. That’s my kink.” I watch Zoë’s throat work, knowing my reassurance didn’t have quite the effect I wanted. “Seeing Gwen get excited by the scene was a thrill but no more than anyone else watching at the club.”
She nods. “It sounds like it was a convenient accident. How’d you end up married?”
“Every time I went, Gwen begged to tag along. And it wasn’t all dungeons and roleplay. There was great music, dancing, and interesting people. And the bonus of us going together was that Gwen never had to worry about being hit on, and I never had to worry about entanglements.”
“Entanglements?”
Shit, here we go again, I think, and tread lightly.
“Subs getting attached and expecting more.” I don’t look at her. “I wasn’t interested in relationships, remember? And with Gwen there, I enjoyed scenes with various subs, and they let me go on my way with my ‘voyeur girlfriend’.”
“That’s still a long way from I do,” she murmurs. “You weren’t even in love.”
“One day it happened without going to the club.”
“Sex?”
I nod. “And before we knew it, we’d been together for over a year. We made it official, the dating that is. Our friends were shocked. None of them even knew we were fooling around. And again, hindsight being what it is, Émile wasn’t happy about it. Back in the states, we started our careers and fell into a normal relationship.”
