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Half-Pint’s body collapses like an accordion right in front of my eyes. Her chest caves, her shoulders sag, her head droops. I’m not sure she realizes she’s doing it, but she’s literally crumpling into herself.
Is she so starved for attention she fixates on anyone who shows it to her? She can’t be attracted to my winning personality. What the hell is this woman’s damage? What did he do to her?
“Ladies.” I tip my head. “Don’t remember the last time anyone called me a lady, do you, Philomena?” “Alfred called me an old battle-axe yesterday. They’ll never find his body.”
“Talia’s quite a catch, Jagger.” Philomena’s voice is light and airy. “Just don’t hurt her like that bastard Harry did.” “That’s right.” Philomena waves a finger over her head as she walks away. “Or they won’t find your body either.”
“That’s it. Perfect. So sweet, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
“You look so goddamn beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
Everything hurts, and I’m dying. My knees ache from where they’re pressed into the cheap, scratchy hotel carpet. My back hurts from arching myself into Jagger. My throat hurts from his giant penis being wedged up in there. My jaw throbs from holding it open for so long. My eyes burn from the constant refilling of tears before they spill down my face.
The fact Mr. Grumpasaurus can’t form coherent sentences fills my every cell with glee. So I suck harder, push deeper. There’s probably a pool of drool on the floor under me but in this moment I don’t care about the mess, just about making this man come undone in my mouth.
I can’t come again. I can’t. My body doesn’t have the strength left to do that all over again. Jagger is ravaging me, consuming me, possessing me. And all I can do is lie here and let him.
Fucking fuck fuck fuckity fucking mother fucking fuck. I’m in trouble.
I probably should have stopped at making her come once. But I guess her relentless curiosity rubbed off on me in such close quarters because I couldn’t help but wonder how she’d react to multiples. And once I got a taste of her... It was out of my control. I was a man possessed.
This woman has dirty talk on her to do list, but she can barely grind out the word virginity. I have my work cut out for me with this one.
Unfortunately, it’s a question I get asked a lot. I don’t like to talk about why I choose to stay single, why I choose to keep the commitment piece of myself locked away. Not even my colleagues at Protocol or at the auto shop know I’m a widower.
“Because there’s a piece of me that will always love my wife.” My voice is quiet, but saying the words out loud in the presence of another human being feels freeing somehow.
I’d love to say my wife would be pissed, but Caitlin would absolutely want me to be happy. She said as much leading up to her death. And worse than that, she and this force of nature curled in the crook of my arm would get along like a house on fire. They’d get up to all kinds of trouble. Which means she’s all kinds of trouble.
Huh. This man is an enigma. I guess it says more about me than him I assumed he wasn’t a religious man because he was, well, a dirty one, but he at least knows enough to say a prayer before eating.
There’s so much about him I don’t know, so much I want to know. The thaw outside has been less impressive than how Jagger has melted my preconceived notions about a guy like him, a guy with oily jeans, tattoos, and who lives the kink life.
I like him. Okay, I more than like him. There’s this expanding crush blooming in my chest that’s potentially problematic. Bu...
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“He’s quite a man, isn’t he though?” Alma winks at me. My face is on fire. There’s no hiding it. “Yes, ma’am. He is.” “Fixin’ to leave today?” Gertie asked the question, but the whole table is waiting for my answer. “Think so. Yes, Ms. Gertie.” Someone nudges my behind. “Go get him, girl. Don’t let that catch leave.”
#2 Blindfolds
#13 Restraints
#5 Playing with food
I don’t want to call him sir. There’s a Talia inside a cage in my chest screaming something else, but I ignore her.
“Is that the bar thingie from Fifty Shades?” He snorts. “A spreader bar. It is. What else have you learned from those smutty books of yours, Half-Pint?” “And you just so happened to have that in your bag?” A deep chuckle makes my body tingle. “I just so happened to have this in my bag.”
“I wish you could see yourself, Talia. Bound, sightless, naked and so very, very beautiful.”
“I’m going to put cream on your body now, okay?” Then a bag shakes, plastic crinkles and something hard rattles inside. “Then I’m going to eat these M&M’s off your body before I make you scream my name so fucking loudly everyone’s going to know I’m making you come for me in this room. Are we clear?”
“Such a good fucking girl, Talia. You’re such a good fucking girl.”
“Such an amazing mouth and all tied up. The temptation to stick my cock in there and make you suck me until I cover your tits in my cum is overwhelming.” Nothing about that sentence doesn’t sound hot to me. So I drop my mouth open. “Fuck. Such a fucking eager submissive, aren’t you, baby girl?”
The more he calls me baby girl, the more I want to answer with Daddy. The more he says it, the warmer and more right it feels in every part of my body. But I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to offend him, or upset him, or make him angry.
I want to do everything to this woman. Every damn fucking thing. Her responses, her curiosity, her eagerness to please, to explore, it’s intoxicating, and I want it all.
This fucking woman. I can’t say no. Not when she pleads so prettily.
She’s fucking perfect. I’ve gone from wanting to destroy her for Harry, to needing to make her mine so she can’t remember why she ever wanted to be with him.
I want this woman. I want to own her every breath, explore every inch of her body, everything she likes and doesn’t.
I don’t have a Daddy kink. I’ve never had a Daddy kink. I will never have a Daddy kink.... except...
“You okay to take a little more, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Good girl.” I stroke her hair. “Show me how good you can be for Daddy, okay?”
“You’re so beautiful, all tied up and blindfolded for me, baby girl. You know that, right?” She hums. “And your ass takes my fingers so well. Such a good fucking girl.”
“Good girl, Half-Pint. Don’t stop. Keep coming for Daddy, okay? Daddy needs all your cum.”
“Easy, baby girl. I’ll get you out of those cuffs, okay?” “Yes, Daddy.”
“You might get covered in blue dye.” “I had my fingers in your ass, Half-Pint. I can handle some hair dye.”
“We both know I like it messy.” The shiver that snakes up my back takes me by surprise. “And you got so beautifully messy for me, baby girl.” I can feel his smile against my skin. “I love when you make that noise, that purr of contentment. It’s my favorite sound.”
“I don’t know how this is going to go, Half-Pint. I’m not good at more than one-and-done.”
“I’d like to pursue something between us. But I need to come clean. I know your ex. Harry is my college rival. He picked on my friends and I, cheated and swindled his way through college and took everything I ever wanted right from within my grasp.”
“When I realized who you were, I wanted to get my revenge on him. I wanted to punish him for everything he put my friends and I through.” He sweeps kisses across my wet shoulder. “But when we started playing, started checking things off that bucket list of yours, I realized it wasn’t about ruining you for him, but ruining him for you. You’re too good for him, Talia. You’re too good for both of us.”
“You shouldn’t be with either of us. But I wanted to expand your world enough for you to not be able to go back and settle with him.”
“I want you to be my girl, Half-Pint. I know it’s been a couple days, I know it’s fast, and it’s certainly not something I’ve ever done before, but there’s something here. And I hope you feel it too.”
“Now would be a good time for your chatterbox to kick in. The universe is off balance with me being the talkative one for a change.”
“Turns out I liked when you called me that earlier. It felt like something clicked into place inside my body. And if you’re open to it, I’d like to explore that with you.” His words are warmer on my skin than the pool of water we’re lying in. “Exclusive?” His chuckle makes my body shudder in the water. “Yes, baby girl. Exclusive. Just us. And whatever’s left on your dirty bucket list and beyond.”
“She can speak for herself. I’m simply saying I won’t stand for her being treated like shit. So if that’s your intention the three of you can fuck off all the way back to Kentucky.”
“How did you know where she was?” Harry avoids my eyes. “Find my phone.” Of course he did. “Then I had a local P.D friend do a drive by to see if her car was in the parking lot.” The fucking audacity of this guy. I want to snap his neck like a fucking twig. “Riiiiight. That’s red flag as fuck. And it tracks that you want your daughter to marry a sociopath.”
“I don’t owe you an answer to that, Harry. Our relationship is over. But no, I haven’t had sex with Jagger. I met him a couple days ago. I leave that level of casual frivolity to you.”
