Page 3 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)
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Such a little brat springing the whole daddy thing on me tonight.
Did I expect any different? Not from her.
Not from my pet. I always thought I wanted a good little submissive.
Someone to heed every order and obey every command.
Then I met Lilah and everything shifted.
She pushed back. She challenged me. She was such a fucking brat .
And I ate it up every fucking time.
The tartness of the cherry still lingered on my tongue, and I couldn’t wait to play with her in front of everyone tonight.
To taste her tartness on my lips. The first time was right here in this bar when we met five years ago.
Our eyes locked that night, and I demanded she get on her knees for me.
Instead, she demanded I get on mine. Something in her eyes told me to do it—to fight the urge to dominate just that one time—and I bowed before her, lapping at her sweet pussy underneath her short, pleated skirt. And the rest was history.
Now, she was my willful little sub and I was her boss.
Or perhaps daddy , if she got her way tonight.
When that word left her lips, it went straight to my dick.
The teasing tone in which she said it was the perfect seduction.
It didn’t help that I could see every single tattoo on her body tonight in that short skirt and barely-there blouse.
The idea of having a tattoo gun driving into my skin for hours made me shudder, but Lilah was a pro.
The bust of Medusa on her thigh was a particular favourite of mine, as was the mermaid on the opposite side.
She strutted over to her next table, handing them their drinks.
Her long, fawn-coloured legs were on display with each step.
Thick, black hair tumbled over her shoulders, shiny as silk and straight as an arrow.
I wanted to wrap it around my palm and wrench her head back while fucking her from behind.
I needed to slow down. Tonight was about arousing her. Stoking the flame until she was ready to combust, over and over again until she was begging for me to do something about it.
“About that surprise…” she said, settling herself back between my legs.
“What is it?” I asked, cock already half hard and ready to go.
She strolled over to the part of the bartop that was waist height and leaned her elbows on it. Back and forth she slowly shook her ass, presented as if it were mine for the taking. Which it was.
I cocked one eyebrow before following and settling myself behind her. “What exactly are you trying to tell me?”
Her large eyes narrowed as she smirked. “I think you know.”
Lilah and I had a free use agreement. I could have her whenever and wherever I wanted.
Consent was always an automatic yes in our relationship, and unless she said our safe word in the moment, we were good to go.
In the car. In the kitchen. On a hike. At the club.
Anytime. So she knew she didn’t need to proposition herself like this. If I wanted her, I’d take her.
She was toying with me.
“You want me to fuck you, pet?” I asked, rubbing one ass cheek in my hand before giving it a sharp slap.
“Yes,” she squealed as the sting faded.
“I’m the one who decides when you get fucked. Understand?” I growled.
She lowered her head. “Yes, boss.”
I flipped up her skirt and began to loosen my belt, but stopped as I noticed something between her ass cheeks. Something shiny and metallic.
“Lilah,” I warned. “Are you wearing a plug?”
She laughed, wiggling her ass at me again. “Surprise, daddy.”
I struck her backside with more force than the first time. “You don’t get to call me that until I say so. And you certainly don’t get to wear a plug if I haven’t told you to wear one.”
“Have I been bad?” she asked, turning to gaze directly into my eyes.
She bit her bottom lip for good measure, and I just about lost it.
I pressed her into the top of the counter, crowding her with my body, my now-hard cock straining against the plug tucked inside her pert little ass.
Nothing was stopping me from taking her right then and there.
From fucking her against the bar and showing her who was in charge. From letting the entire room watch.
The strain of keeping my composure made a bead of sweat roll down my temple.
“I think you know exactly how bad you’ve been. Do you want to be punished? Is that what you’re angling for?”
She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the dark granite bartop.
“Do I need to fuck the brat right out of you?”
She nodded again, a smile on her rosy red lips.
I lowered my face until it was inches from her own. “Too bad. I’m not going to fuck you until you’re begging me with tears in your eyes and an apology on your tongue.”
“Yes, boss,” she whimpered.
“You’re going to be a good little slut the rest of the night and do exactly what I tell you to do.”
“Yes, boss,” she repeated .
I slipped one hand around her hips and underneath the waistband of her skirt. Skimming the edge of her underwear, I dipped below it, running my fingers through the small tuft of hair and down into her wet, waiting pussy.
“My perfect little slut. Always ready for me, aren’t you?”
She moaned in agreement as I plunged two fingers inside her.
“You’re fucking soaked. I hope you prove you deserve my cock inside you tonight. It would be such a shame to waste all this,” I groaned, pulling my fingers from her and sucking them into my mouth.
Again, she whimpered from beneath me.
“This is your own fault,” I chided.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“It’s my own fault,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl.” I stroked my hand over her bare ass before pulling at her thong and letting it snap back into place. “I’ve got plans for you, and I can’t wait to see you follow through on each and every one.”