Page 208 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“The more sessions, the more time I get to spend with you. Sign me up for as many as you think it’ll take.”
I don’t blush. Much. Mac has me turning as red as Emily.
“Um, let’s say three,” I say.
“Good. After that, we’ll talk about what else you’re going to put on me. I’m damn envious of those sleeves, girl.”
He likes my sleeves?
“I’d love to design sleeves for you, sir. Working off that portrait would be a real privilege.” I nod at his shoulder where he has a beautifully shaded portrait of a sweet-faced, black-haired baby on his right shoulder and biceps, currently concealed under his shirt. “How do you feel about florals? Too feminine?”
Mac laughs. “I’m secure in my masculinity. If you think flowers will work, I’m open to it.”
They would. In my mind’s eye, his arm blooms with lotus, water lilies, dolphins, waves, and sailing ships to connect the portrait to the mermaid. My fingers twitch with the desire to sketch.
Instead, Mac unfolds the piece of paper on which I’ve written my three fantasies and spreads it across my knees. “Tell me about this.”
I take a deep breath. Other than ticking fantasies off a list on my initial intake questionnaire at the club, I haven’t admitted my fantasies to anyone. No Blunts Dom has ever asked. Embarrassment prickles over my skin at the idea of revealing them to Mac. But him asking about them is kind of awesome, so I grab my lady balls and lay them out.
“I don’t know how practical these are, sir. I know consensual non-consent is really risky for Doms?—”
He curls a warm finger under my chin and lifts my face until our eyes meet. “I didn’t ask for scene ideas, Bren. I want to know what turns you on.”
My cheeks are on fucking fire.
“Okay, sir. The first one. I want to be abducted. For real. I mean, as close to real as possible. Blindfolded, gagged, tied up, taken somewhere dark. No way to escape. No idea where I am. I’m collared and caged. A man comes and gives me food andwater. A bucket to do my business in. He uses my mouth every time he comes. He doesn’t care about my pain or pleasure. He doesn’t talk except to give me directions. I don’t know if it’s the same man every time or different men. At night, I’m taken to a different place and chained to a bed. I’m used all night, everywhere, and again I can’t tell if it’s one man or different men. On the third day, I’m blindfolded and gagged again. I’m put in a car and driven somewhere I don’t recognize. The man tells me to count to a hundred before taking my blindfold off. As I do, the car drives off and I never see the kidnapper again.”
The smile Mac gives me is slow and absolutely terrifying. “I like that one. Second fantasy?”
I touch my fingertips to the paper, which just says “bad teacher.”
“Um, I’m a student and I really need to pass this course, but my grades suck. The teacher gives me extra credit projects. It starts with humiliation: licking the chalkboard clean, polishing his shoes with my hair, that kind of stuff. Then it gets sexual. Sucking him off under the desk while he’s having student conferences. Rimming him while he’s recording lectures. Finally, to get the A, he makes me give him my ass without lube.”
Mac rubs his thumb over his lower lip. “Delicious. Third fantasy?”
I’ve saved the most ridiculous, most embarrassing one for last. I rub the back of my neck, which feels like it has a sunburn even though I haven’t been out in the sun in days, while I stare at the paper that just has one unread word left on it. Table.
“I want to be a fuck table, sir.”
“Can you explain that a little?”
“I want to be made into a table. Bound in position and used as a table while I’m fucked.”
“Used as a table. Would you like to have things placed on you, or could you hold still enough to have someone eat off you?”
He’s not disgusted? “I’d love to have someone eat off me.”
“I’d love to eat off you.” He touches his thumb to my lower lip before taking the paper off my lap, folding it up and sliding it into his breast pocket. “Thank you for sharing, bold girl. I appreciate your honesty. You ready to head into the playroom? Anything you need to tell me before we head down?”
I take a quick catalogue of my body the way I’ve been taught before scenes. “Could I use the bathroom, sir?”
“You may. Good girl for asking. Take a few minutes in the bathroom. Lo and I will get Emily settled and the rigging ready. Meet us in the inner playroom.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Bren, look at me.” When I meet his eyes, they’re full of heat and approval. That cools my lingering embarrassment and gets me excited for the scene again.
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