Page 90 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

Her hips slow, and I release my hold on her hair, tipping her mouth back to mine. A new wave of looseness comes over her, and she conforms around my body. But her hand doesn’t cease its ministrations against my swollen cock.

As much as I want to take more, she’s crashing. And she needs the rest.

Today’s been a rollercoaster for her, and she needs her energy for what comes next.

“It’s all right, baby girl. You did good. Take a nap. It’ll be a little while yet.”

Her moan this time is to fight me, but her body is winning, as I knew it would.

Then, I get the pleasure of holding onto her as she sleeps. The vulnerability she offers me.

I meet Trent’s gaze in the rearview mirror, his approval evident in the way he takes her in and nods. Oliver’s less obvious, but his voyeuristic nature is clear.

We all need her to be okay.

Harper’s starting to rouse by the time we make it out of the city to a small cabin we have in case of emergencies. It’s off the grid but fully stocked with the things we need to keep her safe and figure out our next moves.

The bumping of the road brings her back to. I swear, the moment she’s clear enough to think, her hand gropes me between my legs. My hard-on spurs back to life.

Dreamy eyes peer up at me.

“We’re almost there.”

She’s pouty, stroking me with more purpose. That deep need swells again, making everything else seem so bland and gray around her. If she only knew just how bright she makes my world.

“Don’t pout, baby girl,” I say softly. “You’re going to be tied up good the moment we’re inside and safe.”

Harper practically purrs at me, not stopping. I want to circle and circle if it means having her here. Having her use that naughty mouth the way I know she likes. God, I could live forever with her on my cock.

We pull up to the cabin, and I fight my instincts to get out of the car with Oliver and Trent. But I let them check everything out before they come back to tell us it’s safe.

It’s easy to assuage myself with the knowledge that I’m keeping Harper safe.

When my door opens, I whisper in Harper’s ear. “Go on with Trent.”

She lays a solid kiss on me first before giving Trent her hand. I follow behind.

Trent sends her to the bathroom to freshen up, and we all stand around the bedroom, looking at each other. This has been building for weeks.

So, when Harper comes back out to stand between us, the look on her face begins the inevitable.

33

HARPER

When I step out of the bathroom, I approach the three of them in the tiny bedroom, and they look at me the way I’ve been dreaming about. I know what’s on the menu tonight, and it’s me.

A delighted shiver runs through me.

Grant nods me onto the bed. “Now’s time for your punishment, yeah, baby girl?”

I sit on the edge, quaking with anticipation. I love the way he keeps himself so calm when I know that tension is twisted up higher than mine.

Oliver turns and settles himself in a chair across from the bed, ready to watch what they have planned for me.

Anticipation buzzes across my skin.

Trent steps forward, tipping my chin up as he nears so that I look up his muscled torso to meet those dark eyes. The length of his lashes is unfair. It’s the only bit of softness to his face. Other than when he looks at me sometimes.