Page 4 of Taking Adalisa

“Do you guys mind if Adalisa sits on my lap?” Matthias asks before Kirra can respond.

“Go ahead!” Rye’s deep voice fills the bar. “If Monica were here, she would be sitting on my lap, but she had to work tonight and wanted me to meet some others.”

Before I can say anything, Matthias lifts me and places me on his lap. My eyes are wide as I stare at Kirra, who is sitting across from Matthias. I try to push myself off his lap, but his arm wraps around my waist, keeping me in place.

“Be a good girl and stay where Daddy put you,” he growls in my ear.

I lock up as he calls himself Daddy. I never thought I would find it hot to hear a guy call himself Daddy, but hearing him utter those words makes me melt in his body, my pussy begging to be touched by him.

Margery has a Daddy kink, she told me when she was drunk and made me promise I wouldn’t tell anyone else. I didn’t think I would like it, those words turned me off, but hearing Matthias say it in his deep voice changes that for me.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This is not the time or place to get turned on. Especially as I don’t know Matthias, and somehow he knows too much about me. I need to keep my head on a swivel and make it out of tonight alive like I promised Margery.

“Good girl,” he purrs, nipping at my ear.

Pleasure courses through my body, and I suck in a breath.Bad body for reacting to this, I scold myself. I need to get a grip on myself.

“You guys are just perfect for each other,” Kirra excitedly says. “You can see it written across both your faces. The love between you. Goals honestly. Super goals.”

If only they knew. Yes, I do feel a spark between us, the instant connection, but that could just be my pussy talking. That girl has not been satisfied by a hunk of a man Matthias is in a long time. She is begging me to take him home and let him have his way with us.I grip his pants at the thought. I need to keep my mind off him and what I want him to do to me. It cannot go there, not unless I want to lose myself and never feel the sameagain. Because I know once I have sex with Matthias, no one else is going to compare to him.

Nothing.

“What’s my baby thinking?” he growls. “Are you thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you when we leave?”

I shake my head, not trusting my voice.

“I don’t like lies, Little Bit,” He tightens his arm around me.

“Don’t they just look so perfect together?” Kirra asks.

“You can stop talking about them like they aren’t here,” Morgan chuckles. “Though, I don’t think they’ve heard a word we’ve said. They look like they’re in their own world.”

“Sorry guys,” I apologize, shrugging. “Matthias didn’t want to come tonight, but I made him. While he is on board with this, he doesn’t want a lot of people to know. He gets very shy.”

“You’ll pay for that.” His teeth graze my ear again.

I squirm in his lap, knowing full well Iwillpay for it. But maybe there is a way I can get out of it. As long as he doesn’t come home with me, I’m okay.

“How did you learn about somnophilia?” Rye asks. “My wife discovered it in a book a couple of years ago. Kept reading about it. About a year ago, she finally told me about it. We’ve hang out at different munches in the area to be around like-minded people.”

“Yeah, Adalisa, how did you learn about it?” Matthias asks, putting me on the spot.

Everyone’s eyes turn to me, and I suck in a breath, hating every second of their attention. I thought I would stay in the background tonight, talk to a couple of people, but not be the main attraction.

I was so wrong.

“I found out about it in books, too. Whenever I have free time at the store, I read. Someone recommended a book, and I feltconnected to it somehow,” I explain, leaving out that I’ve never actually done it before.

I know I may end up hating it if I ever experience it, but somehow I don’t think I will. It’s a deep longing I have but that could also be my pussy talking, begging me to find someone to take care of her.

“You will love my wife.” Rye smiles. “You’ll have to let me know where you work so I can tell her. Maybe she can visit you there and then spend all my money.”

“You love it when she spends your money.” Kirra rolls her eyes. “Don’t even pretend. You encourage her to.”

“Guilty, but I have to make it look like I care every once in a while,” Rye chuckles.

I stay silent, letting them take control of the conversation. Maybe Rye will forget he asked me at the end of the night, so I won’t have to let him know.

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