Page 5 of The Right Woman

“Yeah?” Tossing my short pink hair back, I let the word slip out casually. Like his dick issonot a big deal. I’m fucking lying. It’s huge and he could probably use it as a bat to hit home runs.

He flattens one palm against my abs to tug me back into his chest while the other finally dives inside me, forcing a whimper from my parted lips. “You’re gonna be a good little girl and take care of your daddy tonight.”

Everything he says sends shivers down my spine and makes floodgates open inside of me, which will soon be dripping onto his lap. My hands clutch the thick muscles of his thighs until they twitch beneath my hold.

When the heel of his palm strikes my clit, I grip his wrist and ride his hand. He adds a second finger and rubs harder, dipping the digits in and out in a steady rhythm. Curling them up, he hits a spot that makes white lights dance before my eyes, and I toss my head back into his shoulder. I’m a mess of whimpers and wetness, soaking his hand and sleeve.

“Please…” Delirium has taken over my brain. I don’t even recognize my voice anymore. A wanton demon takes over as daddy does insane things to my insides.

“Let go, Rosy. Let daddy have control of your body. I want you to come just for me. Show me what a big girl you are.”

Fuck!His words make me into one of those Stepford wives. Ready and willing to obey him. And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to turn everything off and just listen to his voice. Do exactly what he says. It would keep other thoughts away. Bad thoughts. If I could just focus on his orders, maybe I wouldn’t feel like my mind was split into a million pieces all the time.

Womenknowhow to fuck me with their tongues, with their hands. Hell, even scissoring is amazingly fun. Guys just don’t get it, often needing to be shown exactly what to do and how todo it. But this man is something else. Like he went to school for fingering and graduatedcumloud. Because that’s exactly what I do.

A scream erupts from my chest as I press into him, head thrown back onto his shoulder. His breath, heat, strength, force, muscle, and a heavy scent of masculinity surround me, only adding to the moment of bliss. When I crumble in his hold, his fingers still buried deep inside my pussy, his cock throbs with urgency underneath me.

Gathering my breath, his hand continues to caress me with little circles on my inner thigh. His hold soothes me like a weighted blanket. My mind becomes a blank emptiness of serenity…

“Such a good girl. Now it’s time to take care of your daddy. Stand up.”

Part of me thinks about leaving. I got off. Why should I return the favor?

But thatfeeling,the fervent automaton vibe he gave me while commanding me to come, is the same one that has me on my heels in front of him without an argument. With my hands on his shoulders, I steady my stance as he stands.

Oh my god. He’s a giant. Like a literal one. I have to take two steps back just to look at his face. “Kneel and take out my cock.”

A quick glance over my shoulder shows an empty bar. Tarin is nowhere to be found. Most of the men have dispersed. Feigned confidence helps my posture grow to its full, tiny height until I lift my chin and smile. My palm lands on his broad chest, and I give it a pat of assurance. “No, but thanks for the orgasm. That was fun. Goodnight.”

Hope that he’ll let me go grows as big as my eyes when I spin on one shoe and face the entrance of the club. But before my foot can take a step forward, large hands grip my bony shoulders, and I bite my lip, knowing it won’t be easy.

“Ah, ah, Rosy. Need another spanking to show you who your daddy is?” Baritone waves travel through his reverberating chest, catching my ears as he speaks. I freeze, but quickly snap out of it.

Slyly, I wiggle away from him and shimmy in a half turn to look up into that mask one last time. “Nah. I’m good. It was fun, but I’m bored now, Victor Vain.”

Tossing my hair out of my eyes, I dance toward the exit and glance at the bar. Tarin must have been watching the entire show, and her eyes narrow at me as she lifts a double of amber-colored liquid onto a tray. Happy that my plan seemed to have worked, I turn around before I give her a smug grin.

I reach for the door with a smirk pulling at my lips, but then pause and lean around it to look back at where I left Daddy Don. Irritation riles up my blood as I spot Tarin sidle up to him, his hand brushing her arm gently to take his drink. As if he’s checking that I’m gone, his mask peeks where I stand near the door.

I give him the finger.Asshole. Couldn’t even wait one minute until I left before daddying another girl. Typical.

Rage lights me up like wildfire inside. Tarin must have to find some self-worth on his dick this evening. Fine. If they’re both too busy to notice me leaving, then I’ll help myself to her unattended station. It only takes a moment for me to glance around the industrial-looking bar before I slip behind it. Lifting onto my tiptoes, I reach for a top-shelf tequila, then bend and scurry toward the door before anyone says anything.

I tuck the bottle under my arm and bust out of the entrance with a confident stride past the bouncer. With an air of nonchalance, I call out, “Goodnight.”

“Miss?” he asks, but I keep moving. “Ma’am. Stop.”

When I take off in a sprint, my high-heel snaps, and I yelp in pain. While hopping on one foot, I kick the shoe at him, thenthe other with a hushed curse. As I dart away, I pull out my phone from my bra shelf and hurriedly scan for the rideshare app, slipping behind a different building while my pulse pounds powerfully.

My eyes scan the darkness around me, looking for signs of my perpetrator, while my thumb scrolls through the available drivers. His footsteps near, but so does a crowd coming in from the parking lot. Hmm, a bachelor party?

I stumble near them, falling dramatically into the arms of one of the younger guys. Fortunately, he catches me. “Whoa! Are you okay?”

Sniffling, I point the bottle of tequila toward the club. “There’s a guy chasing me. I’m trying to get away, but my ride isn’t here.”

His gaze lifts to his buddies, who all look like it’s a terrible idea for him to say what I think he’s about to. Hell, even he looks like he doesn’t want to, buthasto. Maybe he has an overbearing mother. Or strict religious upbringing. Whatever it is works in my favor when he releases a little sigh and grunts out, “Need me to take you home?”

Neil is a perfect gentleman during the trip to my apartment. He even declines the tequila shot I offer him as I down some from the cap first (like a genuine lady), then the bottle, after it’s clear he doesn’t want to fuck. Rejected by this mid guy and the hot daddy in the club. It hasn’t been a great night for Piper.

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