Page 3 of Daddy in Disguise
I smile at the thought. I wouldn’t mind if she put up a fight. My hand twitches reflexively at the idea of having Sparrow spread across my lap, her ass in the air, ready to be spanked.
When I arrive at the club, there’s already a large crowd inside. My body vibrates and I’m not sure whether it’s the bass of the music blaring or my nerves.
Sparrow is easy to spot. It’s not because she’s the most beautiful woman in the club, but the shepherd’s hook she’s carrying is like a beacon, guiding me right to her.
I make my way through the mass of people grinding against each other. My gaze somehow remains locked on Sparrow, who’s swaying to the beat of the music, unaware of the eyes watching her. The ridiculous fluff and frill of the costume doesn’t seem silly on her curves. The dress fits her perfectly, hugging her waist and pushing up her chest. My mouth waters. I want to taste her; I want to gorge myself on every inch of her creamy skin.
My feet carry me the last few paces until she’s right in front of me, moving her hips back and forth as if to tease me. I reach out with tentative hands and slide them around her waist before leaning forward and whispering in her ear, “Howdy ma’am.”
She stiffens before turning to face me. Even behind a mask of white, I can tell she’s annoyed.
Before she scolds me, I tug her close and say, “You’ve got a friend in me.”
She laughs in response. “Is that the best you can do?”
A laugh rumbles in my chest. “Give me a chance and I can show you exactly what I can do.”
And then, as if possessed by someone else, I grab her hand and place it against my erection. Her eyes widen with shock, and I expect her to pull away, to slap me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she responds to my challenge with a purr and a sultry smile.
“Hello, Woody.” Her voice is sweet and coy before the hand covering my dick tightens and squeezes. “Who do you think you are? Do you really think you can approach a woman like that?”
I take a step back and her hand drops. My mind is blank. I can’t just let her walk away from me, but her challenge is a turn-on and I know what I must do. Show her who I truly am and hope for the best. My sexual proclivities aren’t for everyone, and they’ve been my deepest, darkest secret for years.
Her eyes are still blazing with fury behind her mask, but I close the distance between us, again grabbing her around the waist. “When I see something I want, I don’t ask for permission. I just take it.”
She huffs, seemingly annoyed by my response. When she opens her mouth, most likely to scold me, I place a finger over her lips and then slide my other hand down the length of her frilly skirt before slipping it under the layers of ruffle.
“If you hate what I’ve done so much, then why are you aroused?” My voice isn’t much louder than a whisper, but her expression tells me she heard me clearly.
When she doesn’t answer me, I take another risk and press my hand against the front of her soaked panties, pushing the heel of my palm against her. Her eyes flutter closed, and a moan escapes her lips.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” she finally says.
I smile. “Then where should we go?”
She uses her hand to push mine away from beneath her skirt. At first, I’m disappointed but she doesn’t let go. Instead, she leads me through the crowd toward the edge of the dance floor.
She turns her head toward me, and I catch a glimpse of mischief glittering in her eyes. “Someplace private.”
3
Sparrow
Itold myself I wasn’t interested in another one-night stand, but something about this mysterious stranger dressed as everyone’s favorite deputy is alluring and seductive, even with a stupid cartoon mask covering half of his face.
Before Thatcher and I left this evening, I boldly predicted I’d be able to pick out all our friends, even though they would be in disguise. I was wrong because I haven’t recognized anyone, which is disconcerting. But something about the cowboy trailing behind me seems familiar. Maybe that’s why I let him touch me so intimately. Something inside of me instinctively trusted him.
I stop in the darkened hallway and turn. “Tell me your name.”
“You know who I am,” he replies cryptically.
“I’m serious. Before I let you touch me again, I want to know your name.”
He laughs and shakes his head. Then he advances toward me, forcing me to back up until I hit the wall behind me. He places his hands on either side of my body, caging me with his much larger frame. The tension between us is palpable. All I can see are his full lips and angular jaw. It would be easier if I could see his eyes. If I could see their color or their expression, I wouldn’t feel so unsettled.
“You can call me Daddy, little bird.”
I suppress the laugh bubbling inside of me because even though I can’t see his entire face, I know he’s serious from the firm line of his mouth. And when his tongue swipes along his bottom lip, my entire body shivers with desire. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to touch me again but the thought of his kneeling in front of me and placing his mouth against me makes me needy.