My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,8

your fingers out of your pussy when I’m talking to you.”

The snap in his voice has me obeying instantly, but I’m me, so I only move them to my clit. I don’t stroke, but there’s no way he missed that I’ve obeyed the order to the letter, if not the spirit. Jonas tsks, and the disappointment in the sound has me turning my face into the pillow to keep from moaning out loud. Finally, he says, “Answer the question. Were you going to fuck my pillow next?”

“Yes.” I don’t even know if it’s true. It doesn’t matter. I suddenly want him to punish me, to pull on this delicious thread of humiliation until it undoes me completely.

“Thought so.” He brackets my upper thighs, a bare half an inch below my pussy, and squeezes hard enough to hurt. I jump a little and then shamelessly lift my ass higher. Offering myself to him, and there’s no denying it. I catch myself holding my breath as I wait for what happens next.

Jonas doesn’t make me wait long. He sighs as if already bored with this. “If you’re going to fuck something inadequate the second I leave the room, I’ll give you something with more substance to fill that needy pussy.” And then his fingers are there at my entrance. Not teasing, not doing anything but pressing lightly where I need his touch more than I need my next breath. When I freeze, he releases an exasperated breath. “Well, baby girl? You want to fuck something? Fuck my fingers.”

5

Understanding dawns, bringing with it another wave of that delicious humiliation. I hold my breath and ease back a little. His fingers slide into me to the first knuckle. Holy shit, he’s really going to make me do all the work. I have to work myself back onto his two fingers and if I thought what I was doing before is dirty, it’s nothing compared to this. He keeps a light grip on my hip and his blunt fingers stretch me as I take them deeper. The positioning is wrong to get me off, but it doesn’t seem to matter because this situation is so hot, I feel like I’m burning alive. I wedge myself onto his fingers until he’s as deep as he can go and then I release a breath.

This is happening.

This is really happening.

“Blake.” His fingers flex on my hip, the slightest betrayal that he’s at all affected by what we’re doing. “I gave you very clear instructions, didn’t I?”

I can barely think past the need thrumming in my blood. “Yes?”

“Apparently not.” Why does him sounding disappointed in me turn me on so much? I don’t know. I don’t know, but I desperately don’t want it to stop. Jonas’s finger flexes inside me. “You’re obviously going to make me do all the work in this, as well.”

“No?” He lightly slaps my ass. It’s more shocking than painful, and I start to jerk forward, only to have him follow me, shoving his finger deep into my pussy and bearing me the rest of the way to the bed. “Oh fuck.”

“Language,” he murmurs. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs wider. I want to see you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. He doesn’t move as I obey, spreading my legs wide. The position lifts my ass a little, but he moves back enough that I’m able to. I expect… I don’t know what I expect. This entire moment feels like a fever dream, like I’m in an orgasm-induced blackout and surely it’s all fantasy and Jonas Barnett doesn’t really have his fingers in my pussy after I called him Daddy.

He eases his fingers out of me, and I can’t stop a sound of protest. But Jonas doesn’t stop touching me. He grips my thighs. “Get your hand off your clit, Blake.”

Immediately, I drop my hand. I’d rather he touch me anyway. He’s not doing anything to actively push me to orgasm, but the sheer sexiness of this moment, of this strange sort of humiliation, has me dancing on the edge despite that.

He lightly pinches my clit. I jolt, but manage to cut down the reaction before I dislodge him. He circles once and then goes back to my opening and wedges two broad fingers into me. “So fucking eager for it.” The way he says it, it doesn’t sound like a good thing. “Would you have done this in your father’s office? Bent over his desk, pulled up your dress, and soaked your thighs

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