Semua Bab Dirty Daddies Underground: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I've sent them pictures of almost everything I tried on, but no matter how many sets I hold up or how many I slip into, I keep coming back to the Hellraiser.It's expensive, too expensive for what I'm technically allowed to spend, but I can't bring myself to care. I'm getting paid for tonight. That's the whole point, right? And what's the cost of one lingerie set in the grand scheme of what I'm about to get?Clutching the hanger more tightly, I make up my mind. I'm buying the Hellraiser. Even if it means I don't buy anything else. Even if it leaves me with nothing to wear over it. Not that I even need anything layered on top, not with this set.I step out of the changing room, the items I tried stacked across my arms. The same woman from earlier spots me and offers a warm smile before walking over."Was everything alright?" she asks."Yes," I say with a nod. "I think I'll just take this one." I hold up the Hellraiser set, already trying not to flinch at the idea of the price."Let me

Theo's POVThe moment the elevator doors slide open and we step into the penthouse, the sound of our boots muffled by the thick carpeting, I have to physically restrain the groan threatening to claw its way up my throat. She's here. She's real. And she's kneeling exactly where she should be, her back straight, her head bowed just enough to show respect without fear, her posture perfect even though she's never done this before. I don't know if it's instinct or just blind trust, but it makes my cock twitch.Her black hair falls in soft, loose curls down her back, catching the golden light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it takes every ounce of discipline I have not to walk right up to her and fist my hand in it. And then, as if the sight of her on her knees isn't enough, I realise what she's wearing. The Hellraiser set. The very one I had told her to try on and take a look at, hoping she'd listen and at least try it on.I honestly hadn't expected her to choose it. It'

Mason's POVShe's doing better than expected. Nathan's finger is inside her now, slowly curling, stroking, and there's no fear in her expression. No hesitation, no attempt to shy away or hide from our eyes. She stays exactly as she is, seated on his lap, her thighs parted over his, her back flush to his chest, and I can see every part of her that matters. She's comfortable with us watching her, with us seeing her exposed and aroused.For someone so new to this world, someone who's only just dipped her toes into submission, she's giving more than we could have asked for. And she's doing it like she was made for this.But it's not enough, not yet.Not like this."She's sitting wrong," I say, the words low and pointed.Nathan glances at me, then leans in toward her ear. I watch closely, not just him but her. I see the subtle tremble in her thighs, the way her body responds even before he touches her again. Whatever he whispers, it has her nodding, a small, submissive sound escaping her l

Nathan's POVI keep my eyes locked on her face, studying every twitch of her lips, the fluttering of her lashes, the rise and fall of her chest. I'm watching for signs that she's coming back to herself, grounding again after the high we just pulled her through. She's not fully in subspace, not yet, but she's slipping. It's like watching someone walk the edge of a dream, their balance wavering between surrender and awareness.Keeping her in the moment now won't be easy. Once they tip toward that fog, keeping them from disappearing into the haze takes effort, presence, and control. Luckily, I'm good at all three.Theo has already pulled back, his mouth glistening. His expression was wild and electric, like he was drunk on the taste of her. But that's the thing about him, he's never satisfied with just one hit. Orgasm denial might be his kink, but the moment he's permitted to break that barrier, he'll go the opposite way and drag her into overstimulation like it's a holy ritual.I sigh b

Harper's POVIn my defence, I wasn't trying to make him finish. I just wanted to test the theory, to see if he did like pain as much as I suspected. I got my answer, because he does. A lot more than I was prepared for.Now he's standing over me, glaring like I've broken some unspoken rule, and for a second, I feel the flicker of nerves in my stomach. I don't want to be in trouble. Well, not real trouble. Not the kind that makes him stop.So I do the only thing I can think of to shift the energy, to distract him from the fact that I pushed him too far, too fast. I let my teeth catch on the lip he hit earlier, gnawing at the skin that's already split. The sharp sting makes me hiss, and when the warm taste of metal touches my tongue, I flick it against the wound and gather the blood there slowly.His eyes are on me instantly, dark and intense, his breathing rough."How the fuck am I not meant to want to cut her and ruin her when she does shit like that?" he growls, the words half feral a