Page 32 of Power Play Daddies

“Look up,” he says.

“What?”

He nudges my chin. “The mirror, Daisy. Look.”

I blink and tilt my head back, finally noticing the mirror fitted above his bed.

My reflection stares back at me—flushed cheeks, messy hair, lips slightly parted—and below, there’s Kieran. His hands are gripping my thighs like they’re his and his alone, his mouth lowering toward the place I need him most.

“Fuck,” I say.

“Yeah, that’s right.” His voice is smug, and then his tongue is on me.

I arch off the bed instantly, my legs twitching, but his hands hold me steady. “Kieran!”

“Uh-uh. Watch.”

I force my eyes open, and the sight almost undoes me. His head is buried between my thighs, tongue lapping at me like I’m his last meal.

He’s slow at first, deliberate, but then he picks up speed, alternating between soft sucks and teasing flicks.

“God—”

“Not God, baby,” he mutters, his breath warm against me. “Just me.”

I don’t even have the words to argue. My hands grip the sheets, my reflection blurring as heat coils low in my belly. And then he bites—not hard, but enough to make me gasp—right at the edge of my hip.

“Kieran—”

“Yeah?” He glances up, his lips shiny and smirking. “You good?”

I nod frantically, and he chuckles. “Thought so.”

He doesn’t stop, not until my thighs are trembling and I can’t think straight. Then, just when I think I’ve caught my breath, two of his fingers join in, sliding into me like they belong there. He pushes them deeper, then uses his thumb to brush fast circles on my clit.

“Oh my god.”

“There she is,” he murmurs. “Clench around me, baby. Just like that.”

I’m not even sure what I’m doing. My body takes over, and the orgasm hits me so hard I forget my own name.

When I come down, I’m a sweating, boneless mess. Kieran is still there, his tongue sweeping over me like he’s savoring every last bit of me. I push weakly at his head, trying to get him to stop, but he just grins.

“Too much?” he teases.

I glare at him. “You’re… insufferable.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

I can’t argue, not when he looks this smug, his hair a mess, lips swollen, and eyes glowing like he just won the lottery.

It’s only when he finally stands that I notice what had brushed against me earlier. My gaze drops to his cock—impressive, yes, but that’s not what has my attention. It’s the piercing, a small silver barbell right at the tip.

“Holy shit.”

Kieran raises a brow. “Problem?”

I swallow hard. “Does it… hurt?”