“Fuck, Lilah.” He grabbed his dick through his pants. “You know if you start calling me that, I’m never going to want you to stop, right?”
My lower lip automatically dropped into a pout. “Is that so bad?”
He wrapped his arms around me. “No, but it’s a change in our dynamic. I’m your boss…in more ways than one.”
“You can still boss me around, Adam. I’ll never stop wanting that. But lately you’ve been giving such daddy energy with these silver strands of hair,” I said, combing my fingers through his locks. “I thought I’d try it out.”
“You need toearnthat privilege, pet,” he whispered, tightening his grasp on me. “Now, go serve your next table, and get the fuck back here so you can start earning.”
I smirked. “Yes, boss.”
If he thought the crotchless underwear was killing him, wait until he finally took a peek down there.
Then, I was in for it.
2
adam
Such a little bratspringing the wholedaddything 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 fuckingbrat.
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 tastehertartness 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 demandedshe 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 perhapsdaddy, 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 toproposition 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.”
