Page 12 of Daddy in Disguise

Carter stops and looks down at me. I meet his gaze and silently demand what I want from him. I love hearing my name from his lips, but I need his dominance now.

“Little bird, do you want to play?” His smile is devious and only widens as I nod. He pulls out and climbs off the bed, padding naked into the closet before returning with what appears to be black satin rope.

“Hands above your head,” he commands me.

I lift them up, obeying him, and he smiles. My heart soars at his approval. He moves to the head of the bed, leans over me and wraps the rope methodically around my wrists, tying them to the headboard.

“Now you’re helpless,” he murmurs with a wicked glint in his eye. He settles himself back over me and looks down at my nakedness. His tongue darts out, licking his lips while he studies me. “How should I use you, little bird?”

His fingers tease their way between the slick folds of my pussy, stroking me until he pushes them inside. A whimper escapes my lips.

“You want to come don’t you,” he asks, his attention completely focused on his fingers as they fuck me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out.

“Do you want my cum in your pussy? Or all over your belly?”

The pace of his fingers quickens and his thumb brushes against my swollen clit. I want his cock back inside me, but I know what will please him. “I want to taste you,” I moan. “Come in my mouth, Daddy.”

He chuckles. “You surprise me, little bird, but you’re right. I want to feed you every drop but first, you need to come. I want to see you come undone.”

He replaces his fingers with his cock, plunging hard and deep inside of me. Instantly, I scream out. He does it again and again until the tension inside of me builds. I can’t stand it; I give in to the delicious pressure and explode, surrendering myself to him with a cry.

“Open your mouth wide,” he commands with a growl before he pulls out and stalks his way up my body to push his cock between my lips. He strokes his shaft furiously as the first hot spurt of his cum lands on my tongue. I swallow every drop of his seed, enjoying the taste of him. He groans through his orgasm, placing steadying hands next to mine on the headboard.

He shudders, the last drops of his cum dribbling onto my tongue before pulling back and collapsing on the bed beside me. My arms are still stretched above my head. How long will he keep me tied up like this?

Probably forever.

8

Carter

“Your brother doesn’t approve of . . . my sexual proclivities,” I tell Sparrow as I drive her back home. One hand rests firmly on her thigh, my pinky finger inches from her pussy.

She insisted on showering before we left my house and then I insisted on marking her one more time. I don’t give a fuck if we reek of sex and Thatcher knows; Sparrow is mine now and when I want her, I’m going to take her.

“He’s not the one fucking you,” she tells me with a chuckle.

“I’d say having Thatcher’s approval is important, but I have what I want now.”

It should bother me that our friendship might be ruined for good, but it doesn’t. I spent years playing the part of the quiet friend, the unassuming friend, watching Thatcher and our other friend, Hunter, rage at college parties. Thatcher’s hypocrisy hasn’t gone unnoticed. I watched him fuck anything with a pussy during our undergrad years. He had no problems bedding a different woman every night, and now he’s judging me for my sexual preference.

“There is something we need to talk about,” I tell Sparrow.

“We do?”

“Yes. Thatcher mentioned you were pregnant last year . . .” I swallow the rest of my words because I want her to take the lead. I want her to tell me the story. From the corner of my eye, I see her squirm in her seat. “Sparrow, you can tell me anything. I hope you know that.”

“I do, but it’s not easy to talk about it. I’m not proud of being careless.”

I swerve into the nearest driveway. I have no idea whose house this is but I have to look at Sparrow when we have this conversation. I need her to see the love and trust in my eyes.

“What are you doing?”

I turn to face her and lean over the console. “I’m not going to have this conversation while we’re driving.”

Her tongue darts out and swipes along her bottom lip. “I told you, it’s not easy to talk about, and I’m not sure I’m comfortable telling you.”