Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,44

my back to the door, adjusting my cock so it wasn’t bulging into my zipper. Aiden sat up, back ramrod straight, and greeted the old man.

I came closer to plant both hands on the desk, leaning in and dropping my voice. “So naughty, now you have Daddy hard with people here.”

“Fair is fair. I’ve been hard all day.” He gripped himself, giving me an outline of his cock.

“Maybe next time you’ll get up when I wake you.”

“I cannot be held accountable for anything I do while I’m sleeping. It’s not me.”

“Nothing? What if you murder someone?”

“You’d probably deserve it.” He shrugged.

I scoffed and shook my head, grabbing my bulge for him to see. I stroked over my thickness, giving him a good show. “Too bad you think I deserve death for trying to wake you up with sex.”

“I— Wait. That is exactly what I said.”

“It is,” I agreed, trying not to laugh.

“Two can play at this game,” he said from behind the desk in a whisper.

I stepped closer, glancing over my shoulder at the patron who was seeming to pay us no mind. “Do tell?”

He popped the top button on his shirt letting the top of his singlet show.

My brows went up. “Oh, you are going to play dirty?”

He met my eyes and opened another. I cupped my bulge, pressing the material of my jeans into it so he could see the full outline, continuing to grope myself indecently.

He swallowed hard, skimming his fingers down the front of his shirt stopping at his belt.

“You wouldn’t.”

He unbuckled it, not quietly either.

I narrowed my eyes.

He pulled it, slowly, tortuously, freeing it from one loop at a time. He glanced at the man who was facing away from us, and he held up the belt before setting it on the desk.

“I will have you over that desk so fast and use your belt on you.”

“I sincerely hope so.” He pushed away from the desk, picked up the belt and walked past me, brushing his fingers over my cock as he passed. He shot me a backward look. “I have to grab something in the back.”

My nostrils flared. I glanced over at the guy still browsing. I wanted to force him out and lock the doors, but it was the middle of the day. I groaned, looking at the door Aiden had walked into and back at the guy picking up every single book off the shelf reading the back and then returning it.

Who the fuck read the blurb for every single book before choosing, literally every single one?

I waited and waited and waited, but Aiden didn’t come back.

What the fuck was he doing back there?

I gave up and followed, trying the door handle to find it unlocked. It led to a room jam-packed with carts of books. I glanced around looking for Aiden.

Where had he gone? I let the door close venturing further into the space.

A distinct moan reached my ears.

My mouth fell open.

I was going to beat his ass.

Another, this one less in control.

I came around the corner to find him with his cock out, eyes closed.

“Fuuuuck.”

His eyes snapped open and his cheeks colored. “Oops.”

“You are in so much trouble.”

“I know.” Aiden hissed but didn’t release his cock.

I stomped over and threw his hand off his arousal.

His eyes met mine. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t wait.”

I was seething. I glanced around and spotted one of the wingbacks tucked in the corner. I grabbed him by the cock and dragged him towards it. He squealed and bit his fist. I pulled down his pants, exposing his ass before taking him over my knee. The shock was evident on his face. He hadn’t expected it but I wasn’t done.

I slapped his cheeks one and then the other in quick succession, heating the skin under my hand. He squirmed, rubbing his cock against my thighs, trying to keep up the stimulation there. He could have his little bit because in a minute he was going to be in tears. I gave him another two slaps to finish warming his skin. He moaned shamelessly, not having any clue what was coming.

I took a slow breath, stilling my mind. “Remember I care about you, my Prince.” I let loose, spanking him with full force. I landed four hard spanks, not enough to bruise his skin, but enough to let him know how I’d felt about him getting himself off behind my back. He would be uncomfortable sitting the rest of the afternoon and he would remember.

He whimpered