DEVIANT

TATE MONROE

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For myself because I wrote what I wanted, what the characters demanded
and it doesn’t matter if it’s loved or hated.

It’s me.

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We are all born sexual creatures, thank god, but it's a pity so many
people despise and crush this natural gift.
NORMA JEAN BAKER AKA MARILYN MONROE

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 CONTENTS

Foreword

Content Tropes and Tags

Prologue
1. October
2. Maverick
3. October
4. Maverick
5. October
6. Maverick
7. October
8. Maverick
9. October
10. Maverick
11. October
12. October
13. Maverick
14. Maverick
15. October
16. Maverick
17. Maverick
18. October
19. Maverick
20. October
21. Maverick
22. October
23. Maverick
Epilogue
Epilogue

Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Tate Monroe

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 FOREWORD

This book has several kinks within it. This book is not a manual, go-to,
how-to guide on anything to do with kink or sexual experiences. We have
taken liberties for the purpose of our story and want to reiterate please do
not use this as any form of actual kink play in real life. We do not condone
using anything you’ve read in this book in real life and would caution you.
Please do proper research into kink/BDSM if anything intrigues you.
Fiction is not meant to be used as real life.

Resources if you are interested in any kind of kink/BDSM:

Kink Academy
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CONTENT TROPES AND TAGS

Pet Play
Anal
Threesome
Mutual Masturbation
Exhibitionism
Voyeurism
Cum Play
Degradation/Praise
Spitting
Snowballing
Somnophilia
Age Gap
Dad/Daughter
Sex positivity
Body positivity
Ain’t no virgins here

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 PROLOGUE
MAVERICK

D eviant.
It’s like my momma, god rest her soul, knew when she named me
that down the line I’d be cursed.
Or maybe she set me up. A self-fulfilling prophecy by her own design.
It doesn’t much matter either way because here I am.
Damn near fifty. Just shy by two years, but once you get to this age,
they all blur and run together.
The life I’ve lived grants me enough experience and clarity to call
myself seasoned and knowledgeable.
About the world, sex, relationships, and everything in between.
I’ve always strived to learn and never stop learning. I soak up
everything I’ve ever seen and used it whenever necessary.
Which leads me to here and now as I glance down at the woman tied to
the circular bed with bright red sheets in this room at The Opal Club.
Or Club Opal.
Or Opal.
All are valid and used interchangeably depending on who you talk to.
I don’t know her name and I don’t care to. They come and they go and
ultimately none of it matters.
They are willing participants, just like everyone is here.
All vetted. NDAs signed. Contracts signed. Dues paid.
Consensual.
The parts of me I’ve hidden from everyone in my life are encased in this
club.
 Built from blood, sweat, and even some tears to what it is now. I spent
my twenties hustling, starting and building a following for a nightclub so I
could fund my true passion.
A place where I and countless others like me could come and not be
concerned that the things we want are sick, which they may be, but we
don’t judge.
I’ve met some of my best friends within these walls, and I’m about to
show the girl below me what it means to experience euphoria beyond her
wildest dreams.
“Hello, little lamb. Are you sure you want to be here at my mercy?”
She’s unable to respond with the strap of leather between her teeth, but this
is what she asked for, and I’m nothing if not thorough.
You think that if you've seen one kink club, you’ve seen them all. I
would agree to a certain extent because we all carry some of the same
elements. But Opal? This is where you come to experience the tabooest of
desires.
We do not judge. We envelop you within our stronghold and watch out
for you as you set your desires alight and, of course, it’s always nice to have
a few friends in your back pocket for any of those pesky little hiccups in
life.
And this pretty little blonde, full of curves and decadence pouring from
her, wants to fuck her dad. She’s been trying to hint at it for quite a while,
and he’s been resistant and not picking up her cues. Not everyone can be
lured into the deviant side of life and for this little morsel, she chose to look
for a way to fulfill her desire safely.
It just so happens that her father and I share a striking resemblance, so
when she was ballsy enough to approach me and ask for help, I was hard-
pressed to turn her down. When a beautiful woman wants you to fuck her
like a whore, then you’d be an idiot to say no. I accepted as long as we
agreed to certain things.
I laid out my terms, and she agreed to every single one, but I made my
colleague, Monica Sinclair, interview her independently. I pride my
reputation above all else and won’t have any snafus arising, clamoring that I
took advantage of an impressionable mind. As if this thirty-two-year-old
woman is a young, impressionable teen. She may be younger than me, but
she’s a full-grown adult, and if she wants to be used and abused in front of a
crowd, that’s her own prerogative.
 The large window spanning almost the entire left side of the room is
filled to the brim of people desperate to watch. I’ll let them feast their eyes
upon some of what will happen here tonight, but the rest, well, they can use
their imaginations. The little lamb requested only a partial viewing to ease
herself in.
My hands are calloused, covered in tattoos that snake up my arms, and
silver rings adorn several of my fingers. I graze them over her exposed
flesh, letting her feel every inch and judging by the goosebumps pebbling
her skin, she enjoys it.
The pale pink lacy bra and panty set she has on adds to her innocent,
virginal image until I spread her legs and her pussy is exposed from the lack
of fabric covering her.
Bless the holy Father for crotchless undergarments.
My mind briefly flashes a different image in my head. Instead of the
blonde in pale pink, I see a brunette with emeralds for eyes dressed in lacy
black.
My dick jumps as I stroke it as I watch her writhe beneath me, begging
for some kind of attention. From my tongue or my cock or even one of the
toys I have laid out across the table.
My breath catches in my throat, choking me.
Because the brunette is October Davis.
And I’m Maverick Davis.
Her father.
My momma sure did choose my fucking name well.
I touch the body below me, shaking silky brown hair and green eyes
from my mind’s eye and focusing back on blonde strands and brown eyes.
But whispering on my shoulder like one of those little cartoon devils is
O.
And so began my tumble into ruination, dragging others down with me
to walk the sin-covered paths of Hell.
It was never going to end up any other way.

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 CHAPTER 1
OCTOBER

F uck “Could
me in the goddamn ass.
anything else shit on me today?” I mumble to myself.
My company fires people on Fridays.
Something about it’s easier with payroll and that it’s the safer option
because no one works over the weekend in case any disgruntled former
employee decides to cause issues.
I never gave it much thought until today.
Friday. September seventh.
The day I got let go from my data entry job because of budget cuts, and
the increasing use of Artificial Intelligence has made my position obsolete
from Harmon Tech. How lucky am I?
Unfortunately, at this time, we are unable to offer you a linear position
within the company, but you have been a great asset. Please accept our
gratitude for your work and the robust severance package we have put
together for you.
Robust severance package my fucking ass. Pretty words to keep
employees from flipping the fuck out. They want us all to fall in line and
leave peacefully.
They paid me one month’s salary, which makes me roll my eyes even
more.
My phone buzzes at my desk. Well, former desk as I stare at the empty
boxes they left to assist me with packing up any of my personal belongings
before I leave the building for the last time.
“How generous and thoughtful of them. Truly.” Even I can hear the
sarcasm dripping from my mouth as I start throwing shit into a box. I’m not
leaving them any of the little systems I created for this place. Their robot
can figure it the hell out or not. I really don’t care.
Justina: Bitch. We’re going out tonight. I don’t care what book got
released or what show you want to binge-watch. I miss you hoe.
Me: I just got fired, so while everything in me wants to stay at home, I
want to get drunk even more, so count me the fuck in.
Justina: I know raggedy ass Harmon Tech did not fire my girl. You want
me to pop up in there on Monday morning and cause some shit?
I laugh out loud, appreciating the fact that my former college roommate
turned best friend always has the ability to make me laugh.
Me: As much as I would like to see that, you better not.
Justina: Boo you fun killer. I’ll come pick you up. Seven and I’m taking
your ass to dinner and pregame drinks before we hit the bar.
Me: I’ll be ready.
Shoving my phone into my purse, I start taking down all the little things
I've collected over the two years I’ve been working here.
There are company photos from parties.
Photos from my senior year in college.
Little knick-knacks all over my desk.
Don’t even get me started with what’s probably in my drawers.
Each item gets removed and either put in the box or I toss it in the trash.
Eventually, I finish, and I have a box full of mementos and no job.
Data entry wasn’t my career, but it was a job that paid the bills and let
me afford my own apartment.
A tiny ass apartment but mine nonetheless.
Something I didn’t share with anyone, but the Monstera plant Justina
gave me as a housewarming gift.
I’m resourceful if nothing else, and I know I can and will have another
job soon to help until I can buckle down and figure out my actual path in
life.
As a fucking very last resort, I can ask my dad for help, but seriously,
that’s the last fucking thing I want to do. So that’s my Hail Mary in the back
pocket. It’s not because he’ll give me shit about it or be a dick. My pride
just won’t let me. I’d rather choke on a mouth full of cocks than swallow
my pride and ask Maverick Davis for money.
Shutting down my computer, I grab my purse and pick up my sad-ass
box of shit and walk out. They gave me two boxes, and what does it say
that I only needed one? This was just a stepping stone.
It’s quiet and I’m thankful it’s the end of the day, and I don’t have to do
a walk of shame through the building past all the other employees.
All the ones that didn’t get laid off today.
How fucking embarrassing would that be?

I’m stuffing my ass into these dark wash jeans and wondering if I really
need to be going out to dinner and drinks right now when Justina’s ass
walks in.
“What’s up, bitch? Party is here!” I love my friend, but I don’t know
how the fuck she always has so much energy and is constantly wanting to
go out.
I’m twenty-two but feel like I’ve just hit thirty and should be in bed by
nine.
“Before you even open your mouth to ask me. Yes, it looks okay. It
looks better than okay. It’s fucking hot as hell, and the way your ass looks
like a fucking peach makes me want to fuck you myself.” Well shit, okay
then.
She fucking reads me so well and I was antagonizing over if my outfit
was okay. I’m not ashamed of my body, but I have extra weight in my
thighs, hips, and stomach. I’m pretty confident, but I trust her to tell me
when something just does not look okay, and it’s okay for an outfit to look
terrible. I just don’t fucking want to go out in public in it.
“Thanks, Just,” I tell her sincerely as I watch her slick back her auburn
hair into a tight high pony.
Her brown eyes track me in the mirror, and it feels like she’s peering in
and peeling me open.
“Mm-hmm. You’re welcome. Now get some fucking shoes on and let’s
go. I’m fucking starving, and if I don’t toss back some tequila in the next
thirty minutes, I’m gonna end up dry humping our ride share driver.”
Eloquent as fucking always, and I wouldn’t put it past her to actually try
and bone whoever the hell picks us up.
I check my makeup in the mirror and quickly spray some of my favorite
perfume on, Frederic Malle’s Portrait of a Lady. The woodsy, cinnamon
scent engulfs me instantly, causing me to feel like sex on a stick.
I grab my clutch and shoes while heading out the door.
I sling my heels on as we wait for the slow-ass elevator from my
building to show up. It would be quicker to take the stairs, but either one of
us is liable to fall and break our neck in these heels.
“Can we go to Onyx, finally?”
“Nope. That’s a no from me. Pick any other nightclub or bar and I’m
down. Just not Onyx,” I tell her. She’s been bothering me for months since I
let it slip that my dad owns it. I think she was hurt that I kept it from her,
but it wasn’t on purpose. Not really.
I just tend to keep my dad’s business to myself, but she knew he owned
his own company. I just hadn’t told her it was Onyx. We always just went to
campus hangouts while in school, so it never really came up until after we
graduated. Dad is pretty private about work, and I don’t necessarily think he
would care if I told her about it. But I know he would appreciate the fact
that I kept it to myself. So, I usually do. It doesn’t harm anyone. It doesn’t
sound like a fun time to be drinking and flirting with guys, and at any
moment having your dad pop up and glare over your shoulder. The Davis
glare would kill my libido and any chance I have of taking someone home.
No freaking thank you.
The elevator finally shows up and we jump in.
“Fine, but then you have to do two shots of Don Julio with me. No
excuses.” I hate tequila. I don’t actually hate tequila, but it makes my lips
loose and my clothes have a hard time staying on. Which happens to a lot of
us.
We reach the ground level, and our ride is waiting for us.
“You know I will. Stop giving me those puppy dog eyes. Get in the
damn car.” I laugh at her before walking around the other side and climbing
in.
“Ladies. Looking good. Where are we going tonight, and can I come?”
the baby-faced driver asks, and if I didn’t know you had to be my age or
older to ride share, I’d be concerned.
“Heston Plaza please,” Justina says, not offering him anything else.
When it comes to people inserting themselves into her plans, she’s very
cut and dry.
“Sure thing, dollface.” Oh. Well, here’s hoping she just swallows her
retort.
 Two minutes go by, and I think we’re in the clear.
I was wrong.
“Listen, Jared. I’m not your dollface. I’m not anything but a paying
customer who doesn’t want to be harassed. Do I look like I’m hehe’n and
haha’n and enjoying your little remarks? I’m sorry, what was that? No. No,
the fuck I’m not. I am paying you for a service. To drive me and my friend.
I’m not paying you to flirt. Mind your business and get us to our destination
safely. Or you and I can have a not-so-friendly chat like we are now, and
then I’ll go fuck your boss just to get you fired. Cool? Cool.”
And there we go. Verbally eviscerated in less than five minutes, start to
finish.
The next ten minutes are silent between all of us, but I don’t mind. It
allows me to collect myself before the night officially starts.
“Heston Plaza. Thank you for using ride share. Have a great night.”
Poor Jared sounds scared out of his fucking mind, but I have to give it to
him. He didn't piss his pants.
Climbing out of the Toyota Camry, Justina and I link arms before
walking into Flesh and Fiddle.
I quirk my eyebrow at her, but all she does is shrug.
“The drinks are good; the food is good.”
“Is that all?” I inquire, knowing that there’s something else.
“Okay fine. I fucked one of the dancers and now I want to watch her
perform. So, shoot me.” And there it is.
“I have no issues. Let’s go inside and eat and watch your girl.” I tug her
inside while she grumbles.
“She’s not my girl. She’s just someone I slept with. Christ. Now you’ve
got me in a relationship with her. This is why I can’t be a hoe.” I just let her
ramble on while I tell the hostess we need a table for two.
“Ladies, enjoy your evening here with us. Zoey will be your server and
will be with you shortly.” She leaves us at our table before walking away.
The lighting is dim, but we can still see, and a curvy girl with caramel-
colored hair is heading our way.
“Is that her?” I ask Justina, but she just shakes her head no.
“Hi, welcome to Flesh and Fiddle. My name is Zoey, and I’ll be your
server tonight. What can I get started for you?”
She’s friendly and part of me wants to hate her, but I notice the tension
in her body, so she’s probably having a shitty-ass day like me. Comrades in
bullshit.
We quickly place our orders for drinks and order our food as well.
Our liquor arrives quickly, and I suck the vodka soda down like it's
water.
“You want to talk about the elephant in the room, or are we just going to
ignore it?” I roll my eyes because there really isn’t anything to talk about.
“Same shit, different day. I’ve got some money and I’ll be fine. I can
find something else. You know I always land on my feet.” I shrug before
taking another drink. The very last thing I want to be talking about is how I
got fired. Laid off. Whatever fucking phrase you use, the outcome is the
same.
“Just because you land on your feet doesn’t mean I’m not going to be
worried about you. You’ll tell me if you need anything, right?” She trails off
on the last word, knowing damn well I won’t be telling her shit.
It’s not my friend’s job to help me get my life together financially, even
though I love her unconditionally for her willingness to do so. I’d rather
fucking ask my dad for help before Justina. Nothing sours a friendship more
than money. I learned that first-hand growing up.
“Enough about me and my shit right now. Since we are here, tell me
about the girl. Shit, here comes the food. Thank you, little baby Jesus.” I see
Zoey approaching with her tray, and Justina waits until she’s gone to answer
me.
“You little blasphemous slut. Using the lord’s son’s name in vain. Do
you hear that? That’s the bus to Hell, pulling up with a deranged Miss
Frizzle driving. Huh? Would you look at that? She looks just like me.
Imagine that.” Justina cackles before shoving a stuffed mushroom into her
mouth and moaning around it.
“I always did prefer sinning.” I smile because it’s true and really, I don’t
subscribe to all that shit about going to Hell and whatever else they throw at
you.
Organized religion or religion of any kind wasn’t really for me, which
suited my dad just fine. He encouraged me to learn about religion if I
wanted to. To see if it was something I was interested in and if not, then at
least I would have the knowledge to deal with people in my daily life who
believed.
There are thousands of different religions or faiths around the world. It’s
small-minded to think you aren’t going to run into at least a fraction of
them.
They can pray for my soul while I get bent over the foot of a bed and
railed until I see god.
I just stare at her before cutting my eyes to the stage where a group of
women will be in just a few minutes to perform, waiting for her to spill it
about her mystery woman.
“Oh, fine. Stop staring at me. Shit. So, I met her at this club. A sex
club!” Justina blurts out, and that’s definitely not what I expected to hear.
We both love sex, but I didn’t even know she was into that kind of thing.
“Like a whips and chains ass club? Bitch, just what the fuck have you
been doing, and how have I not known?” I’m not judging and never would.
I respect people’s privacy, but usually, she’s an open book. She’s been
holding this one close to her chest. I don’t know if I should feel upset. She
hasn’t told me, but I remind myself that I didn’t tell her about Onyx for
years. I let any ill feeling leave my body.
“No. I mean, yeah, there’s that shit there also, but it’s just a kink club. A
place for us that like it a little more spicy than vanilla ice cream, if you
know what I mean.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me before grabbing her
drink and taking an exaggerated sip that causes her to choke.
“Bitch, calm down. You don’t even like dick, and you’re over there
choking like you do.” We look at each other and laughter takes over both of
our bodies for a minute before we can rein it in.
“How long have you been going? And don’t think I haven’t picked up
on you avoiding talking about your girl.”
“A couple of months. Three to be exact. You have to be vetted and gain
membership, and I just got mine not that long ago. I was just a visiting
member on someone else’s pass. I mean, do you really want to know what
kind of kinky things I’m into or…” She trails off, and I can’t tell if she’s
embarrassed and doesn’t really want to tell me, or if she’s dying to spill the
beans.
“I want to know whatever you are comfortable sharing, and if that’s
none of it, I’m good with that. Mostly Just, I want to know if this girl is the
girl. Are you hanging up your hat and dating… exclusively?” I see her eyes
roll, but the blush on her cheeks gives her away.
“I wouldn’t say I’m dating exclusively, but yea, I think I want to. I’m
trying to get on board with her working here and not being a raging jealous
she-hulk, but we’ll see how it goes. But the way she lets me tie her up, and
we role-play being sisters, fucking gives me a lady boner that points to
love.” I—don’t even know where to begin.
“Bitch! I know you did not just say a lady boner pointing to love. I
really cannot with you right now.” I damn near choked on my own saliva
hearing that.
“Thought you’d comment on my sister-fucking fantasies. But good to
know you breezed right over that to latch onto love.” I shake my head
because I did notice it and really didn’t see a reason to be offended. She’s
an adult and her fantasies don’t harm anyone. She’s the happiest I’ve ever
seen her.
“October, I’m telling you, this place is fucking amazing. No one looks
down on you unless you’re into that kind of thing. That first night I went, I
saw a scene where a guy was fucking his daughter. Well, not his actual
daughter, but uh, that does happen there, at least from what I’ve heard. Full
disclosure. It was so fucking hot. The man was wearing a masquerade
mask, but I would have given anything to have seen what he looked like. I
was hooked, and I just kept going back. Then one night I met Daya, and
now here we are.”
I don’t say anything. I’m too focused on the fact that my core clenched,
and I can feel my panties are a little damp after her words about the dad and
daughter fucking. I have no business getting turned on by that, but it’s been
a while since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced.
“Fuck me, there she is.” I turn my gaze to follow where Justina is
looking and notice a beautiful woman with brown hair and skin that is
shimmering like crazy underneath the lights beating down on her.
“Just! She’s a knockout. I low-key want her for myself.” She fucking
growls at my words, even though she knows it was said in jest. Her reaction
is all I need to know that my best friend has it bad.
“Shut up, bitch, and watch the show. Keep your grubby little hands to
yourself.” I wave her off because I do want to watch the show, but my mind
is stuck on this club and exploring my older man fantasies. I’m forking
pasta in my mouth, but my brain won’t shut the hell up.
I would love to ride a man until I come and call him Daddy.
Fuck, I’m going to need to read a book tonight, something extra spicy
before I go to bed to help me get off.

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 CHAPTER 2
MAVERICK

I ’m pulling the last of tonight’s dinner out of the oven when I hear, “Hey,
Dad. Smells good in here.”
October’s voice echoes as she walks from the entranceway to the
kitchen. The uncanny ability she has to still fucking yell to announce herself
when she walks in the door makes me huff. She used to do it every time she
came home from her friend’s house or school, as if she couldn’t just walk in
quietly. Full of life and never one to back down, that’s my daughter.
“Hey, O. Just in time. Set the table, would ya?” I yell back as I start
plating up the chicken parmigiana I made, making sure it’s centered just
right on the plates before turning back to the cutting board. I slice up some
of the fresh bread I picked up from the bakery by the club, and the
sourdough scent immediately hits me and causes my mouth to water.
Sourdough bread is my drug of choice, besides sex.
“Are you using the fancy plates or raw doggin’ it with paper ones?” I
swing around to glare at her as she’s reaching into the cupboard next to the
fridge. She’s going to have me fully gray in my beard and my hair by the
end of the year.
The smirk on her face is evident, but I can barely get past the strip of
skin showing in the gap between her shirt and shorts. Jesus, do the shorts
she wears have to be so short? I have to pull my eyes away from her
stomach. The last thing I need during dinner is to have a hard-on because
my mind drifts away to fucking someone in the club and getting to grip
onto their soft flesh.
I grab the back of my neck, rubbing away at the tension and trying to
get myself to keep my mouth shut. She’s an adult and can wear whatever
she chooses, and I need to chill the fuck out.
“October, just get the goddamn plates and stop talking about raw
dogging. I don’t need to hear that shit out of your mouth, and you certainly
better not be letting anyone raw dog you.” I point the bread knife at her
because I’m fucking serious. I know she’s not a virgin, but I’m too young to
be a grandfather, and no man should be defiling my little Halloween
babygirl.
“What crawled up your ass tonight? Don’t worry, no one is touching
anything on me lately. My social life is drier than the desert. It’s like the
cupboard under the stairs, covered in cobwebs.” I did not need to know that,
but as usual, October does not hold back.
I raised her to be loud and bold, to stand up for herself, and not to let
anyone dull her shine. Now I have to deal with the fact that she speaks her
mind all the damn time, even about things I should not be privy to.
She walks away toward the dining room, and I hear her work quickly to
set the table, moving back and forth from both rooms, grabbing various
things until all that’s left are the plates in my hands, the salad bowl, and the
bread.
October dances back in until she’s standing right in front of me and
leans up to give me a quick peck on the cheek. “Sorry, Dad. I kind of
snapped at you and it wasn’t necessary.” I nod, letting her know it’s all
forgiven before she grabs the remaining items, and we both walk side by
side to the table.
We’re sitting down and start eating, and the edginess in the room slowly
fades as the silverware scrapes and jokes are traded.
I hear all about Justina and her new obsession and can’t help but laugh.
My daughter’s best friend is a force all by herself, so I have no doubt that
this woman she’s newly infatuated with will fall into her web.
We’re just about finished, and I’m taking a pull of my Modelo, when
October finally drops the bomb that I’ve felt laying between us all night.
“I got fired.” Beer spews out of my mouth as I sputter.
“You couldn’t have waited until I swallowed? And don’t even think
about saying anything smartassey right now.” I tip the bottle at her while
trying to wipe the drops of amber liquid hanging from my beard.
“I wasn’t going to.” She throws her hands up in the universal shrug,
innocently.
 “Bullshit, and you know it. You’re my clone and I absolutely would
have, which means it was on the tip of your tongue. How the hell did you
get fired, O?” I ask, genuinely curious. As far as I know, things have been
going well for her, and her work ethic has always been fastidious, more than
I even expected. The fatherly urge to take my ass up there and go off on
why they fired my babygirl is strong, but I have to tamp it down.
“Well, laid off. Fired. It’s all the same thing. They are having budget
cuts, and I was one of the ones to be let go. It’s fine. I’ll figure it out, but
figured I better tell you.” While I wish like hell, she hadn’t experienced this,
I can’t exactly go down there and fight the man for treating my kid like this.
It’s a harsh reality, but these things happen. All I can do is help support her
in this transition.
“Well, babygirl, that fucking sucks ass. I’m sorry that happened, but the
market is volatile right now with all this talk of heading into a recession.
You know—” She cuts me off.
“That is totally understandable, but the real truth is they just want a
larger profit margin. They are using AI to replace a portion of the
employees. So don’t feel sorry for them.” She tears into a piece of bread,
chewing harshly. My angry little bat.
“Hmm,” is all I say in response to that because what is there to say?
This artificial intelligence shit is getting out of hand. I can fully say I won’t
be utilizing it in my business. There’s no way they are going to be slinging
drinks behind my bar or helping me to get others together to fuck their
brains out.
Leaning back in my chair, I set my eyes on her. “You file for
unemployment yet?”
“Ugh, no. I’m not a loser.” Her fucking youth is showing and let me just
nip that mindset in the bud now.
“Unemployment doesn’t make you a loser. You pay taxes for it and so
does your company. It’s meant to bridge the gap while you search for a new
job. A life jacket as you paddle your ass back to the dock. You need to do
that,” I tell her sternly, and by the huffing she’s doing, she knows I’m right.
“Or you can ask me for money, and I’ll give it to you. So, October,
would you like me to put money in your account so you can pay your
bills?” My prideful girl shoots glaring daggers from her eyes at me.
“Absolutely the hell not. Fine. I’ll do it tomorrow,” she huffs out as she
rolls her eyes. Any fucking more eye-rolling, and they are going to end up
stuck in the back of her damn head.
“Good girl. How’s your savings look? Do you have six months’ wages
like I told you to do? Can you make your rent for that many months? If not,
let me know and we’ll work together to get you a plan into place.” I’m
trying like hell not to swoop in and fix all her problems. I’ve already set her
off by threatening to put money in her bank. She doesn’t want that and I’m
not trying to take her independence away either, even if it would be so easy
to just buy her apartment at the very least.
“I have money and they gave me a month’s salary, but I plan on finding
something while looking for another full-time job. I can waitress or bartend
if it comes down to it. I’m not trying to tap into my savings if I don’t have
to, and it’s not a bad way to supplement my income.” Bartend? I think the
hell not. Bartenders are magnets for trouble.
I start gathering dishes to take back to the kitchen when I hear it. As
soon as she said it, I knew what was coming next.
“I mean, Onyx always needs bartenders and shot girls. Do you think
your manager would hire me?” Fucking Ian. My manager and head
bartender and he would fucking hire her in a goddamn heartbeat.
“Are you on drugs? Legitimate question because I don’t know how else
to explain why the hell you would think I would let you be a shot girl.” A
growl slips out between my lips.
“The outfit isn’t that bad! I wear less when I go to the beach, so calm
down.” She thinks it’s about the uniform they wear, but it isn’t. Well, not
entirely. It’s about the stares and the inadvertent touches. It’s about
constantly trying to stop myself from kicking some frat boy’s ass because
that’s bad for business.
“The answer is no, October. Don’t push me on this. I’ll help you in any
other way, but you aren’t working at Onyx. Don’t bring it up again.” I use
my stern voice. The one that means I fucking mean it and I’ve shut down.
She just looks at me, mouth set in a grim line. She doesn’t say anything
else, but she also doesn’t affirm that she understands and will lay this to
rest.
I choose to not continue the conversation, instead pulling the lemon bars
out of the fridge from her favorite bakery.
“You didn’t?!?!” she squeals, and I breathe a little deeper because the
tension is broken.
 These fucking lemon bars are an hour away, and I absolutely did drive
out there this afternoon to pick them up.
When you’re a father, there isn’t anything you won’t do to make your
kid happy. Even an hour of traffic and another hour of waiting to get into
Blissful Bites bakery.
I hate Sundays and the just got out of church crowds.
I don’t even bother plating the dessert. Instead, I set the open box in
front of her and watch as she snatches one up. If hearts could overtake her
eyes right now as she gazed at the yellow, iced treat, they would.
Throwing an arm around her shoulders, “Are you going to share, or do
we need to arm wrestle for it?”
A mock affronted look crosses her face before she says, “I’ll be my best
benevolent self and offer you one square, but that’s it! Everything else is
mine.”
I don’t even like lemon like that, but I eat the fucking bars because they
really are that fucking good and they did their job.
“I can’t believe you went all the way to Morgan Creek for these, and it
isn’t even a special occasion. Wait, did someone die?” She’s got a mouthful
of lemon and is staring at me in horror.
“No one died. That’s what coffee cake is for, not lemon bars. Have I
taught you nothing?” I joke, trying to ease her worries.
“We haven’t had them in a while, and I don’t know why. I woke up, and
it felt like a lemon bar day was needed, so here we are. I can take them back
if you want.” She growls at me, sounding like a wildcat.
“Mine. Don’t touch or I’ll bite your hand.” I wiggle my fingers in front
of her face, acting like I’m going to grab the half-eaten square she’s about
to put into her mouth and she latches on. Both my thumb and the dessert
end up in her mouth, and we both let a moan escape us.
Shit.
I pull my thumb out from between her lips, feeling the drag of her teeth
along both sides, and my body betrays me.
Not only did I moan, but I can feel myself getting hard.
An involuntary reaction, I tell myself. Willing myself to actually believe
it because I can’t go there. I don’t want to. I much prefer to delude myself
into thinking that she moaned because of the sweet treat and that my moan
was nonexistent.
 “You’re rabid. Finish your food and I’m gonna do the dishes. Go pick
out whatever game you feel like playing tonight.” I turn my back and press
up hard against the sink.
Smell of mothballs.
Grandma Betty.
Liver and onions.
My cock finally deflates as I clean the kitchen and think of things that
cause my dick to shrivel up because there is no way I can sit through the
rest of our Sunday night ritual and allow myself to think impure thoughts
about my daughter.
I’m full of sin, but she’s the best parts of me, and I need to keep it that
way.

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 CHAPTER 3
OCTOBER

I slip into the employee entrance of Onyx as I watch a couple of others

swipe their keycards, and I just so happen to tag along.
It’s been a little over a week since I got fired, and I’ve learned the hard
way that no one is really hiring. I thought bartenders were always in
demand, but I’ve been proven wrong. I’m tired of sitting at home. I spent
the first few days catching up on trash TV and reading all the books while
submitting my resume online. Killed a little time swiping left on Trysts
looking for someone older, dark hair and bright eyes and with a beard to
make me come all over his face.
Is that too much to ask for? Possibly, but a girl wants what she wants.
I’m snagging a job here because if I have to spend another night sitting
at home waiting for an email back about an interview, I’m going to lose my
shit, and already I’ve contemplated dyeing my hair, and the last thing I
actually want to do is fuck up my hair. I’ve spent too long working on
growing it out and undoing all the damage I did to it when I was fourteen
and rebelling.
I see Ian behind the bar with a pencil behind his ear and a clipboard in
his hand as he scans the rows of liquor bottles. He must be doing inventory.
Ian is five years older than me and the only reason I actually know who he
is, is because he dated one of my friends, Fiona, two years ago. I thought
Dad was going to blow a gasket when he saw photos from a night out
online on SnapLink.
Old Man Davis: Why the hell are you out with my bartender?
Me: Uh, what?
 Old Man Davis: Ian, my goddamn bartender. Why am I looking at a
picture of you two? You know how I feel about you and Onyx mixing.
Me: I—I really didn’t know Ian worked at Onyx. laughing, crying emoji.
He’s dating Fiona. I knew he was a bartender but never bothered asking
where. I didn’t think I needed to ask everyone I meet who bartends where
their place of employment is? monocle emoji.
Old Man Davis: Smartass.
Me: Say you’re sorry.
Old Man Davis: No. Go back to your kickback and stay outta trouble. I
don’t need any more gray hair.
Me: Women find men with gray hair attractive. Embrace it, old man.
Old Man Davis: I can’t stand you.
Me: Love youuuuu. I’ll be fine and we’re heading back to the dorms
soon, anyway. Kbyeeee. old man emoji
Walking up to the bar I call out, “Hey stud, nice ass. Now swing your
dick like a helicopter.” Ian jumps, dropping his clipboard before whirling
around, mouth open and ready to berate whatever employee he thinks is
talking to him.
“October Davis, as I live and breathe. What the hell are you doing here,
and how do you know about that?” He folds his arms across his chest and if
he wasn’t a friend’s ex, I wouldn’t mind climbing him and sitting on his
face. But girl code, plus I know about the dick swing, which I will never
stop laughing about.
“I came to see a man about a job, and word on the street is that you’re
the man in charge around here.” He doesn't know my connection to this
place because surely if he did, his face would be blanched white instead of
eyeing me up and down. He takes in my dark wash jeans, all-black
sneakers, and basic black V-neck t-shirt that the arch of my breasts peers
out of.
“You’ve got the look alright, but why are you looking to work here?” I
don’t feel like spilling my business to Ian. So, I choose a standard basic-ass
answer.
“I’m twenty-two and want extra cash. This seemed like a good way to
do that while not killing every night of my life. I mean, if you don’t want
me, someone else will.” I’m well aware I’m manipulating him and using a
thinly veiled innuendo to do it.
 “Nice try, October. You and I both know you’re gorgeous, but it’ll never
happen. Fi and I split amicably, and we both wouldn’t do that to her. Maybe
in a different lifetime, though, huh?”
“I mean want me for the club, but nice to see your mind went straight to
sex. I prefer my conquests to not swing their dick around, causing me to
snort vodka out of my nose.” He blushes, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever
seen.
“Christ, of fucking course she told you all about that. Hey, in my
defense, when your girl asks you to dance for her, you dance. Even if you’re
naked and look like an idiot.” He really is a good guy, and it makes me a
little sad that the two of them broke up. They were good together, but Ian
was happy staying here in Auburn Hill and living a comfortable life, and
Fiona was not. Last I heard, she was interning at Oxford and spending her
breaks exploring different parts of Europe. She checks in with us from time
to time, but it’s like a whole different life for her over there, and I’m happy
for her.
“Soooo…” I trail off. He’s gonna hire me. We both know it, and I just
need to try and avoid my dad. I’m definitely going to get caught, but
hopefully, he doesn’t cause that much of a public scene, and I can sweet talk
him into letting me stay.
“You already know I am. You’re smart and sharp. You can handle
drunks and not let them fluster you. All the qualifications I need for
someone to work behind this bar top.” He bends to pick up the clipboard he
dropped earlier before moving to lift up the board on the side of the bar.
“C’mon, trouble. You can start right now by helping me with inventory
and then I’ll get you paperwork to fill out for HR.” Thank fuck Dad has a
whole ass Human Resources department.

It’s only a Wednesday night, but there has been a steady stream of
customers. Nothing too overbearing, but enough that I’m getting a good
introduction to what’s expected of me. Ian explains that I won’t be the lead
behind the bar. I’ll be more of an assistant. Wine, beer, shots, and basic
mixed drinks.
 I’m not offended by his curt declaration. There’s no way I could make
most mixed drinks at the speed he does, let alone remember all of them like
a catalog in my head. I appreciate the designation. I can pour the fuck out of
some beer or liquor, and that’s good enough for me.
“You good?” Ian asks me while cleaning up a set of glasses in the bar
sink.
“Yep! All good here. What can I do now?” I question, since there is a
lull now.
“Yea, it won’t pick back up for a while. That was mostly the after-work
crew. They’ll trickle out before eight.” What he says makes sense. The
lights are still mostly on, just slightly dim, and the music is low. It functions
as a standard bar right now, albeit an upscale one with its darkened walls
and opulent fixtures. Rich art déco designs coating the walls glow once the
lights go all the way out.
I don’t know how my dad came up with this design, but it works, and
the whole place transforms into the Onyx Club after eight o’clock hits. The
main lights go out, flooding the place with only the black lights, and the
music turns up and changes.
I’ve only seen it a handful of times and never when it’s actually open to
the public, but I always remember the first time I saw it. Dad brought me
here while some work was being done by contractors, and they tested it. I
was in awe of everything I saw and couldn’t wait until I was old enough to
frequent clubs.
The joke is on me because once I turned twenty-one, I fully understood
that not all clubs or bars are created equal. Most of them are boring or basic.
There isn’t any place in the city like Onyx and for obvious reasons, I don’t
come here to let loose. It also doesn’t help that I hate going over to Morgan
Creek because then we have to ride share home, and it takes too long. I get
cranky.
Ian directs me to cut more limes than even I think are necessary and to
start wiping everything down and front-facing bottles as we make small
talk. Time passes quickly between the prep tasks, the talking, and the
occasional person walking up to the bar.
I watch as the shot girls start to come out in their Onyx branded tank
tops and black shorts over fishnet stockings before looking down at my own
outfit.
“Do I need to wear that?” He looks up and shakes his head.
 “Not if you don’t want to. More leeway behind the bar. The tank top for
sure you can, but we have shirts as well. Actually, pretty much like the one
you are wearing right now except for the brand on it. You’re good in your
jeans and sneakers, though,” he tells me nonchalantly. I want to fit in, so I
just turn and arch my brow at him.
He huffs, knowing what I want, “Size?” I falter for a minute, not
because I’m exactly embarrassed, because I’m not. My size is my size, and
I’ve learned over the years that my value isn’t determined by the size of my
clothes.
My size also has never stopped me from getting attention from some of
the finest men to walk planet Earth in my opinion.
“Extra-large for the shorts, probably. I’m definitely not wearing those
tonight because I don’t have any stockings, and these thighs rubbing
together with no barrier is a call for disaster. No, thank you. Large for the
tank top and the shirt.” He just rolls his eyes at me, but I noticed his gaze
drifting to my legs when I mentioned my thighs. I don’t blame him; I would
have also if the roles were reversed. Friend-zone, but I’m not dead.
He walks away and comes back five minutes later with the items in cute
little bags with the Onyx logo on them. I honestly didn’t expect that, hell I
didn’t expect them to be in a bag, not even one of those plastic ones. Okay,
Dad, I see you. Branding on everything.
I duck out behind the bar and head to the bathroom before pulling my
shirt off. One of the shot girls walks in and eyes me up and down before
smirking, “Nice tits.” I just grin back at her.
“Same to you. Pierced?” I can see the barbells poking out of her top,
and her bra is thin enough to not conceal any of it.
I’m tugging on my own Onyx tank top while she hums a yes.
Looking in the mirror, I swipe my fingers under my eyes, cleaning up
any of the mascara and eyeliner that has smudged until I look more put
together.
“I’m Naila. We saw you behind the bar with Ian.”
“October. First night on the job and we’re just friends. Girl code.” She
nods like she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Yea, we kind of picked up on it because there’s no way he could resist
you. I barely can and that’s only because we don’t shit where we eat, ya
know?” A flood of something enters my system. Desire, sure, but
something else. I don’t even know what to call it, but it’s that feeling when
a beautiful woman compliments you and is sincere. It’s heady but uplifting.
It gives me a boost in confidence, which I’m not entirely lacking in.
Naila is beautiful. Curly, dark hair and warm brown eyes, along with her
olive skin, remind me of the actress Shay Mitchell who I have a TikTok
crush on. I blush a bit, thinking about it. Don’t hold it against me. That
woman is fine.
“Colorful choice of words, but I get what you mean. I hope it’s a good
night for you tonight, and I’m totally down to be friends with you and the
other girls as well. Is that weird? It is, I know it is, but my dad always
encouraged my outgoingness, so here I am just inserting myself into your
guys’ friend group.” I give her a genuine smile and she just laughs. Throaty
and deep before linking her arm with mine.
“You’re gonna get along just fine here with us, October. Just fine. Get
your ass back behind the bar, and I’ll come flirt with you later when it picks
back up.” We walk out of the bathroom before she gives me a firm smack
on my left cheek, sending me on my way.
I think I’ll like working here, if nothing else, I feel like I’m going to
grow my friend group and that’s reason enough for me to stay.

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 CHAPTER 4
MAVERICK

H aving just left the chiropractor, my body feels like it’s been bent and
broken in multiple places. The aches that make themselves known as I
move let me know Dean did the job I paid him for. The chronic pain that
comes from old age and exerting myself constantly is dull, almost non-
existent. The ache I feel currently is the good kind. It tells me that all the
pressure has been relieved, even if my body was snapped, crackled, and
popped.
Walking into Onyx for another tame Wednesday night is the perfect way
to spend my evening. I don’t even need to be here most nights; I hire great
employees who are more than competent to run my businesses in my stead,
but I like being here. Even if only for a few hours.
I never want to be the boss that is unapproachable or so far removed
from his staff that they feel like they can’t come to him. Or that he doesn’t
know anything that goes on. If everyone left today, I could function and run
this place myself. Not that I want that to happen, but I made it my mission
to always make sure I knew the ins and outs of every position.
Granted, I don’t think I’d look as good as the others in the shot girls’
outfit, but I’m sure it could appeal to someone. I laugh to myself at the
thought.
I slip into the back entrance to my office and pull off the sweatshirt I’m
wearing, hanging it on the coat rack. I’m in more casual clothes, my typical
attire for when I’m not working, and I don’t feel like changing just quite yet
into something more expected of me.
My dark gray t-shirt and dark denim jeans suit me just fine as I sit at my
desk to boot up my computer.
 I’m going through emails, checking in for anything that I need to sign
off. Approving supplier invoices for Ian, payroll for Allie, and deleting a
whole host of people that seem to think reaching out to me via email is the
best way to get my attention after seeing me at Opal.
Piece of advice: it’s not.
Once that’s all taken care of, I pick up my phone to check in on O.
Me: How’s the job hunt going?
It’s been three days since that semi-awkward Sunday night dessert
fiasco, and I’m hoping we can just bury it. Minutes tick by without a
response, but I send another text, anyway.
Me: Okay, ignore me about that. But you still owe me because we’re
tied in Yahtzee rounds, and you and I both know there has to be a clear
winner.
I choose to poke at her competitiveness in order to get a response.
Ten more minutes pass by without a response. I look at my phone and it
shows delivered but not read. It’s possible she turned her read receipts off,
but I highly doubt it. She never has before, and there’s no reason for it to
happen now.
I don’t have that sour feeling in my gut that something is wrong, so I
force myself not to pull up her location on my phone. She’s an adult and has
a right to her privacy, and fifteen minutes without answering me isn’t a
green light to poke into where the hell she is at.
These are all things I tell myself as I stare at my phone on the edge of
my desk.
I need a distraction.
I’m killing time by catching up on current news and before long, I
notice an hour has gone by and still nothing.
Well, now I feel like it’s an appropriate time for me to pry as I bring up
the program that will give me October’s location.
I watch as the wheel spins, triangulating until it finally stops.
Less than 200 feet away from where I’m at currently.
That can’t be fucking right.
I force close the program and bring it back up and sure enough, the
same location pings.
Maybe she’s stopping by for something. It’s not completely unusual,
and she has been here before, but she typically refrains from coming here.
 Flipping on the camera system that runs throughout the building, I pull
up the hallway leading toward my office, but I don’t see her. Checking the
outside cameras, I don’t see her lingering either, checking both the main
entrance and the employee entrance on the off chance she couldn’t get in
because she doesn’t have a keycard.
Where the hell are you, O?
Something catches my eye out of the corner camera. The one positioned
to the right of the bar.
Ian moves just enough for his tall ass to show me what I’m convinced
has to be a lie.
My damn daughter is behind the bar in a fucking Onyx tank top cut low
enough that everyone can see her ample chest, and she’s beaming at my
head bartender.
It’s barely seven, so the crowd is thinned out enough I’m not concerned
about making a fucking scene as I leave my office, taking fast and long
strides to reach the main room.
Ian sees me before she does and his eyes widen, probably at the look on
my face, directed at him no less. He’s probably only seen me this pissed off
once or twice the entire time he’s worked for me and never felt the brunt of
it.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I bark out, literally bark out like a
goddamn pit bull. The growl that leaves my throat is raw and untethered.
“Hey, Mav, just showing the new girl the ropes. Trial basis, ya know?
This is a friend of mine, October. She’s got the right attitude to be behind
bar, and you know we can never have enough bartenders in our back pock
—” I cut him off.
“Ian, shut the fuck up. I’m speaking to October. Let me repeat it for
you, O. What the fuck is going on here? Didn’t I fucking tell you no?” Her
eyes narrow and her claws are about to come out.
“O? Oh, holy fuck. How the fuck did I miss this?” Ian is mumbling to
himself. I don’t speak about my daughter often to my employees here,
usually referring to her as O instead of her full name.
“Mav, I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t, and she didn’t say fuck all.” He
cuts a sharp look at October, and she just shrugs at him.
“Sorry, not sorry. I wanted a job and neither one of you were going to
give it me unless I wiggled my way in. So here I am, one of your
employees. Now, can I get back to work, or are you going to be a raging
asshole and fire me? Your own daughter. I mean, I guess I could always ask
Monica for a job…” She trails off and I know what she’s doing. Setting bait
and even with the knowledge that she’s baiting me, I still take it.
“You fucking bother me. You know goddamn well you’re not about to
go work at Flesh and Fiddle. Christ, I can feel my stress levels rising and an
ulcer coming on. You live to torture me; I swear to fuck.” I can feel myself
pacing up and down the length of my bar.
“In my fucking office, now.” I walk away, expecting her to follow me.
“Uh, sure. Let me get Naila to watch the bar,” I hear Ian say, but I turn
and glare at him.
“Not you. O, my office. Move your ass. And you?” I point at my
goddamn right-hand man here, “Don’t even think about watching her ass as
she walks away.”
He throws his hands up before turning around, knowing what’s good for
him as O comes out from behind the dark wood separating us.
It’s only when we’re behind a closed door that I start ranting and raving.
Mostly to myself, but she can hear me.
“Are you done? Or do you need some alone time to pull it together?”
She throws my own words at me. Words I used countless times when she
was younger and having one of her teenage meltdowns.
Never grounded. Just time to pull it together. Self-regulate your
emotions and then come speak to me as an adult. Pot meets kettle. Great, I
love this for me.
Taking a deep breath, “Why are you not answering your phone?” Let
me start off simple.
“It’s in my purse behind the bar. I’m working and this is a hands-on job.
I figured the most professional thing would be to keep my phone put away
while I served customers and learned some of the ins and outs. It’s not a
desk job where I can have it out, within reason. I figured I’d just catch up
with whatever when I took a break.”
Logically, everything she’s saying makes sense. It is professional, and
she’s right. I wouldn’t want my employees glued to their phones. Everyone
knows I prefer them to be kept in their lockers unless there’s something
going on. Sick kid? Keep your phone on you. Something wrong with a
family member? Keep your phone on you. I don’t care, if it’s important to
you, then keep your phone on you.
 “I don’t want you working here, but you’re here, and I know you’ll hold
to your word and go work for Monica, and we both know I’ll never let that
happen. Is it money? If it is, you know I’d help you out,” I tell her, trying to
gentle my tone.
“No, it’s not money, Dad. I just, I’m bored. I’ve been busting my ass
applying for jobs and killing time between that by watching TV, reading,
and hanging out with Just when she can. I need something to fill my time
and I mean, the extra cash is nice, but I’m not hurting for it.” The
melancholy in her voice hits me in the gut.
“Ian wants into your panties. Under no fucking circumstances is that
going to happen. I fucking mean it.” I’ll fucking kill him. Or I’ll have
someone else do it. Eh, maybe just the clean-up, depends on how dirty I
want to get.
“Ian does not want into my panties. Ian is also Fiona’s ex and there is a
clear line there. Plus, Ian isn’t the right age for me. So, while he’s pretty to
look at, I don’t plan on banging him on top of the bar.” She just had to
fucking put that image in my head. I swear if anyone is fucking on the bar,
it’s me, and if I found out anyone else has, I’ll burn it and rebuild it.
“Exactly. He’s too old for you. I’m glad you can see reason here. I’m
going to let you stay but on a trial basis, O. Just until you find something
else. I mean it. Come in, work the bar, and stay out of trouble. I don’t want
to have to fire you, but I will. Business is business and you are my daughter.
I’m already breaking my own damn rules here.” I grumble, but the smile
that spreads across her face when I tell her she can stay and work is enough
to temper my anger and annoyance at this whole situation.
She comes up, throwing her arms around me, and I wrap my own
around her, hugging her close. Leaning up on her tiptoes to reach my six-
two frame, she presses a kiss to my left cheek.
“Thanks, Daddy. I’m going to go back to work now.” I reluctantly let
her go, and she’s walking back out of the door before stopping once more.
Looking back over her shoulder, she leaves one parting shot at me, “Ian
isn’t too old for me. He isn’t old enough for me. I think I’m looking for an
age gap romance just like one of my books. Just filling you in on my life.”
She cackles before closing the door behind her, and as I yell out,
“OCTOBER LEIGH!”

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“S otrying
anyway, he completely flipped his shit on me, and he thinks Ian’s
to get into my panties. Literally what he said. And then…”
Justina just hums at me, looking at me without blinking, as I rant away
about my dad and everything else going on in my fucked-up world.
“Ian would totally get into your panties if things were different, so I
mean, I can’t really be mad at Daddy Davis for what he said.”
Groaning at her words, “Can you please not call him that?”
“I am literally never stopping, especially because it bothers you so
much. Plus, Daddy Davis is hot, and if I wasn’t so into Daya and you know,
he wasn’t my best friend’s dad, I’m telling you I would be calling him
Daddy as I bounced on his di—” I slap my hand over her mouth before she
can even finish because I don’t want to hear it, and I don’t want to picture it
either.
I’m already fucking horny enough that I almost swiped right on
someone I had no business swiping right on last night.
“Don’t even. I haven’t had sex in three months. My vibrator is not
cutting it, and I don’t need to be picturing you and my dad.” I force an
exasperated tone in my voice even though I feel jealousy in my veins. I tell
myself it’s just because of my celibate streak and has nothing to do with me
sucking his thumb during dinner a couple of days ago, or how I watched his
forearms flexing as he yelled at me in the middle of Onyx, and all I could
think about is if they flex that hard when he’s fucking someone.
We bicker back and forth for a while as we sit on the couch eating
takeout and watching Love Island Season Two.
 “So, I’m just going to put this out there. Next week, there’s another
masquerade night at Club Opal. Do you want to go?” she asks me just out
of the blue.
“Don’t you have to be a member?”
“Yes, but we can bring guests. I’m just throwing it on the table. If you
want to go, I’ll let member services know. We should be able to get you in
for a quick interview before the party, no problem. No pressure, but let me
know if you decide you want to try it out.” We get quiet, absorbed back into
the show and how dumb some of these people are.
After another two episodes go by and we’re about to call it a night, I tell
her my decision.
“Sign me up, or whatever. Even if I only go this one time, at least I can
put it in my bucket of lived experiences.”
She squeals, and Justina doesn’t fucking squeal. If anyone was going to
squeal out of the two of us, it would be me, so I jump back at the sound.
“Yes! Fuck yes, baby. Finally, I get to break one of your cherries,” she
yells, walking out of my front door.
Why the fuck is my best friend so damn extra?

I didn’t know what to expect, not really, when Justina was talking about this
place, but I’ve been so curious. I was surprised as fuck to see Dad’s friend
and my pseudo-aunt, for lack of a better word, Monica, when we came in
for my guest pass interview.
It wasn’t really awkward considering we aren’t really family, and I’ve
talked to Monica about everything a teenage girl could possibly fucking talk
about when I was younger. I know she owns a burlesque tavern, Flesh and
Fiddle, as I’ve frequented it plenty of times with Justina.
It wasn’t that much of a stretch to know that she was involved with this
sex club. Opal. An interesting name for such an establishment, but I
suppose the dual meaning of it lends itself to align with the things that go
on in here.
Hope, purity, truth.
There’s definitely truth here, but purity? That’s a hard no.
 I do know that opals are said to be amplifiers of passion and love, and
while I don’t think romantic love is occurring here between strangers, it fits.
There is no lack of passion in here, I think as I turn my head every angle it
can possibly go as I soak it all up.
“You okay?” Justina asks me, and the serious look on her face means
she’s genuinely concerned about me.
“Overwhelmed. Mostly, because there is a buffet of things I want to
look at, and I can’t choose what to focus on. It’s like…” She nods,
immediately knowing what I mean. The red-tinged lights cast a seductive
glow around the room, and everything is black and silver. I would have
expected gold for added effect, but for some reason the silver fits better than
I imagine gold would have.
“Do you want to come with me, or do you want to do your own thing?
Remember, we don’t have our phones, but if you need to get a hold of me,
anyone you see in an opal dress shirt, just let them know and they will come
find me,” she finishes when I wave her off at her first question.
“Get outta here. I love you, but I don’t want to watch you and Daya. I’m
gonna go be nosy and see what kind of trouble I can get myself into.”
Justina nods before holding up one finger on one hand and two on the other.
“Twelve. Midnight. We’ll meet back up here if we haven’t already
contacted each other.”
She slinks off and I see her stop at a table, dragging a body away from
it. I’m squinting my eyes to look at who she’s talking to, but it is still hard
to see. I assume it’s Daya. Moving further into the crowd, they disappear,
and I turn and head to the bar and order a Manhattan.
Everyone is wearing masks which makes sense since it’s a masquerade
party tonight. I finger my own mask that I actually made myself. I’m pretty
proud of it. Black with a black lace filigree design makes up the bulk of it,
and then black and cream rose pearls give it an opulent look.
I can feel eyes on me, and I’m not surprised. Wearing the shortest black
dress I’ve ever worn in my life, and then adding a slit up one leg, has more
gazes on me than I’ve ever felt. The caress of their looks causes me to
shiver, but it fills me with desire.
Bringing my lowball glass to my mouth, I take a healthy sip, leaving a
heavy red lip print on the glass. It’s too dark to see anything in here, truly. I
have no idea of what’s really going on, so when the bartender drifts back
over to me, I ask her, “If one wanted to watch, which direction would you
point me?” I hold up the delicate white bracelet Monica gave me, indicating
I’m a guest visitor.
The redheaded bartender tilts her head and I see the tops of her space
buns have opals weaved through them before she smiles at me. “You see
across the way… that doorway with the purple light around it? Head that
way. You can find pleasure there.”
I thank her before downing the rest of my drink and sliding my glass
back onto the bar top. Moving through the crowd is easier than I
anticipated, as it seems to part for me until I reach the alcove I was directed
to.
A large man stands next to it, and I almost think he’s going to block me
from entering, but all he does is quirk an eyebrow at me. There’s no mask
covering his face, so I can see the sharp angles of his entire face. He must
see my unspoken question because he actually speaks to me, “Free to enter
all you want. I’m just stationed here so I can see more of the room and be
close by if it’s needed. Nothing to be concerned about, but everyone in here
always feels safer when one of us is nearby. Safety is paramount here, but
I’ll tell you right now, pretty girl, not a damn soul is going to stop you from
going anywhere you want.”
I don’t know what to say to that so instead I tell him, “I’m Grace and
yea, I can see how they’d feel safer with you around.”
“You definitely ain’t Grace. More like Lilith, but sure, we can call you
Grace. I’m Carlo. Come find me if you need anything, and I do mean
anything.” Jesus, it feels like it just got twenty degrees hotter in here. I lift
one side of my mouth up at this man. Carlo. Maybe I’ll take him up on it,
but maybe I won’t. For right now I want to watch, so I walk past him,
dragging the tips of my left hand across his bicep before disappearing into
what is a longer hallway with various doorways dotted alongside it.
I ease my way along, stopping and peering into each doorway to see
what’s happening. Mostly just hoping I don’t stumble across Justina and
Daya.
It’s not until I hear Lana’s “Lust for Life” coming from a room at the
end of the hall that I finally stop at a large open room where no wall is
attached, not even a window like some of the other rooms have. The crowd
is large, and I elbow my way into a good spot but slightly off to the corner
as not to draw any extra attention to myself.
 A blonde woman and man both kneel in front of a tall man with broad
shoulders covered in a black dress shirt done all the way up. An all-black
mask covers almost his entire face, and the only thing undone about him is
the black dress pants that hang off his hips. His hair is darker in color, but
it’s hard to see much of it as it blends in with the mask. His pants are just
low enough for his cock to be out, standing thick and tall. It’s jutting out
from the material, and I’m mesmerized as I watch him stroke it over and
over, teasing the two in front of him.
“Like daughter, like father. I know it’s the other way around, but since
Jaime here has already proven to me what a dirty little lamb she can be, I
think she’s leading you down into temptation. Isn’t that right, Derek?” The
man’s voice is deep and gruff. Oddly familiar, but I can’t pinpoint from
where. It sounds like he’s been smoking with the way it rasps. Regardless,
the voice alone has my core clenching and already the small panties I put on
are slick with want.
I can’t hear what the two on their knees are saying, but I watch as the
man in black slaps the both of them across the face with his cock. The pair
close their eyes behind their plain gold masks and stick out their tongues in
unison. I don’t know how old they are, but definitely older than me. The
man has to be around my dad’s age and the woman at least a couple of
years older than me.
“Do you need my permission? Is that what holds you back, Derek?
She’s young enough to be your daughter, but old enough to make her own
choices and take your dick. Let me tell you Derek, dads with hot daughters,
well we fantasize about fucking them just as much as you do.” I gulp
harshly at the statement. I know this is just role-play, but the things it’s
eliciting in me are almost too much to bear.
My nipples are hard and barely being contained in the top of my dress,
and I wonder if anyone would notice if I just slipped my fingers up under
the hem. I just need something to take the ache away for a little bit.
“Suck and do a decent job, or both of you are leaving here with no
orgasm, and I’ll make you lick the shoes of every person watching right
now.” How fucking degrading, but part of me wants to see it, and by the
way the man called Derek’s cock bobs up, he’s wishing for it as well.
I’m all for degradation, but I never thought it’d be hot to force someone
to lick shoes.
 The blondes battle on whose mouth is sucking him down, but they take
turns licking and choking on it before the woman, Jaime I think he called
her, pulls back letting Derek’s throat swallow him down, and she moves to
the mystery man’s balls. She starts her own rhythm of licking and sucking
each side, and we watch as she tries to shove both into her mouth at the
same time.
Her cheeks puff up large and round like a chipmunk, and she can’t even
get every bit in, let alone move her tongue. She moves her hands in a
jacking motion as if his sac is a shaft as well, and I don’t know what she’s
trying to do, but the dueling sensations must feel good because the man
groans before pulling out of both of them.
Throwing a condom at Derek, he commands him, “Put it on me.”
Looking at the woman, he says, “Up on the table, little lamb. You’re
about to get fucked like never before.”
She scrambles up on the plush table as he rolls the condom on the man
in black, as I keep calling him in my head.
Something about his voice is tickling my brain, but there’s so much
going on I tell myself I’m just being weird.
“Look at her. Spread out like an all-you-can-eat buffet and you want to
gorge yourself on her. She’ll gladly take all you have to offer. That pretty
red blush is spreading across her pale skin and her thighs quake. Can you
smell it? Smell her arousal and how much she’s turned on right now, Derek.
How badly she wants to feel your dick driving into her, splitting her pretty
little pussy in two. Do you want it though? Do you even deserve it?” Derek
shakes his head, but finally speaks loud enough for me to hear him.
“I want it so bad, but we both know I don’t deserve it.” He sounds so
pained, and I guess I would also if I had a throbbing dick and not a single
touch to it.
I watch as my man in black bends Derek over Jaime, but doesn’t let him
touch her. I can’t see fully what he’s doing as he’s turned somewhat, giving
me his back, but the sharp intake of breath followed by a groan lets me
know it’s something good. Turning slightly back, I see he’s buried himself
to the hilt into Derek’s ass, a firm grip on the blonde man’s hips as he
thrusts in and out.
“Like my own life-sized cock sleeve. It’s all you’re good for, Derek, so
now I’m gonna fuck your pride and joy below you using your own dick as
my instrument. Be a good boy and put my toy in her wet cunt.” He directs
the show and I press my thighs tighter together, but they’re so slick not
even the pressure of them together can help. I either need to touch myself
here or find someone else to and soon.

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F uck. I grip the firm hips below me as I keep sinking my dick in him and
feel his body tighten around me as my forceful thrusts force him into the
woman spread out below.
His groans and her whimpers spur me on, coupled with everyone who’s
watching us. Watching me essentially fuck a man who could be my blonde
twin. Watching as we fuck his sweet and not so innocent daughter.
Gripping his hair, I pull him back snarling, “You like when I make you
fuck your babygirl? It feel good, Derek? Her tight cunt wrapped around
your cock as mine destroys this tight little asshole of yours. I can’t wait to
come all over you and let all my friends watch.” Fuck, his ass feels good,
but the last low on the reason I’m so turned on right now. Playing into this
fantasy with these two little Opal degenerates is what really turns me on.
My entire reason for this club is to indulge in these things, and I’m all
too happy to provide my assistance. I’m a lot of things, but when two
gorgeous people want me to fuck them, there’s no way I’m turning them
down.
My breaths are harsh, but even, as I keep pounding a steady rhythm into
Derek, trying to take my pleasure and dump all of my tension. My mask
keeps part of my face hidden, just like everyone else here, but my mouth is
left uncovered as I sneer down at them. There’s no need for it except for the
simple fact it gives off an air of opulence that we like to indulge in.
Everyone here knows who I am. At least they do if they’ve been coming
here for any amount of time.
I’ve been struggling the last couple of days, and I can’t pinpoint what is
causing it, but I have businesses to run, so if this father-daughter fantasy
duo can’t shake me out of my funk, then I’m fucked. The need to play into
this is hopefully enough to quell the thirst I’ve felt building in me.
I feel more than hear Derek reaching his peak and then he’s coming,
shooting deep into his girl. I still my thrusts, intent on putting on both a
show for everyone and to fulfill my own sick desires.
I am a goddamn deviant, after all.
I pull both of us backward until he slips out and with my fingers still
gripping the soft strands of his hair, I shove his head down until his face is
level with the pussy he just nutted in.
“Clean up the mess you made like a good boy, Derek. Make her come,
since you seemed to forget about her pleasure there for a minute. You’re
useless.” He tightens around me at my words like I knew he would.
Degradation was high on his list of wants when he joined Opal.
He laps and sucks at the soppy flesh, and I slowly start moving in and
out of him shallowly. Looking around, I make eye contact with the
audience, letting their pleasure wash over me as well. I revel in seeing them
enjoy themselves. It gives me such a fucking thrill.
The whole reason I built this place was for us. People like me. The ones
who crave something more. The high it gives me is unmatched. I feel like a
puppet master at times, or maybe a director, since no one here is a puppet.
Unless they explicitly ask for that. Everything is under my eye line. There’s
nothing I haven’t done, at least once.
I glutted myself on trying every kinky, dark, depraved sexual kink I
could when I was younger. My early adulthood had me spending night after
night indulging in everything. I reached my apex in my mid-twenties and
stopped completely. Nothing was bringing me to peak anymore, so I
stopped, went on nice dates with nice girls, and actually ended up in a
relationship. Angela, October’s mother, was a wild child by conventional
standards, but it was nothing to me. I enjoyed her zest for life, though, but
the wanderlust calling her could not be contained. I remember when she
told me she was pregnant, and we just sat there, stunned. Both of us. She
wasn’t staying, and I wasn’t going. I cared for her, but I didn’t love her.
I told her I’d support any choice she wanted to make, and I did. I would
have because her body is her own. Any choice she would make would
affect us for life. I didn’t want children, didn’t want to potentially spread
my diseased blood around. I don’t think Angela did either, but she asked me
to come to her appointment and afterward she looked at me, and I
remember the words clear as day. I can't be a mother, not in the
conventional sense, but Mav, you want to be a father. I saw it. Let me have
this baby for you. You’re ready.
I’m shaken out of my thoughts of the past when the sounds of his
slurping become more obscene and mingled with her pants and moans that
have me picking up speed, chasing my own release.
Keeping his body in place, I fuck into him and without any warning, he
brings his head up and I watch as Jaime leans up and he spits the come he
just cleaned up out of her tight hole into her mouth. She swallows it down,
and the act alone is filthy and triggers my orgasm before I can pull out, and
I spill into the condom covering my cock.
My chest heaves and I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft
before I withdraw slowly, letting my eyes lock in on my dick edging out of
his hard body. His hole twitches and clenches trying to keep me inside.
“Needy fucking asshole, huh, Derek?” As I pull the rest of the way out,
leaving his red, abused ass behind.
The scene is on the tail end of it, and I still feel a twinge of something
niggling my brain. I can’t figure out what it is and why, but I know that I
need to, otherwise it’s going to drive me crazy the rest of the night.
I step back, ready to finish and make sure the two of them are good
when Derek turns around and reaches for me.
He rolls the condom down, unsheathing me, and I just quirk an eyebrow
at him. What is he doing?
I don’t have to wait long for the answer as he tips the rubber above his
open mouth, and my release slides out, landing on his tongue.
How positively vulgar of him.
He shows me his tongue, waiting for me to say something.
“Swallow it like the cock whore you are, and then take care of your girl.
Be a good boy, Derek.” I pat his cheek, giving him what he wants before he
relaxes and swallows.
I can feel the crowd thin out a bit as people meander away, either to
watch another room or to partake in their own, and that’s when I spot a
wrist with a bat tattoo on it.
A familiar as fuck bat tattoo.
Who the fuck let my daughter in here?
Better yet, why the fuck was October just watching me? I fucking knew
I felt something was not quite right. I could feel it at the base of my spine,
traveling all the way up to my head.
My eyes trail up from the ink, taking in her slinky black minidress with
the high slit up her right thigh. It’s when I reach chest level, I can see her
breasts spilling out, the tops of her nipples peeking, and something in me
snaps.
Shooting up to her face, I take in the rose gold and pearl-covered mask
she’s wearing. So fucking elegant and she has no business being here.
I barely tuck myself back into my black dress pants before striding over
to October. I bend down slightly when I get in front of her, and she opens
her mouth to speak, but I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder.
“Hey! Stop. Put me down, you big ass oaf.” She’s hollering and her
small fists beat against my back as she squirms to get down.
“For real, put me down. Why are none of you helping me?” She sees
one of my security crew, but before she can call out to them, they speak.
“You good, boss?” He nods his head at the firecracker I’ve got a hold
on.
“Yes, Carlo. O and I just need to have a chat in my office.” She’s gone
stiff once he called me boss and her nickname slips out, and I finish my
long, quick strides until I hit the hallway branching off to the back.
I wave my watch against the door, hearing the drag of the lock
disengaging before walking in and finally depositing October on one of the
lush chairs across from my desk.
“How the hell did you know my name?” I just stare at her. With my
mask on and all my clothes, I can see why she wouldn’t know who I am,
but as soon as I spoke, she should have picked it up. My voice is no longer
the deep, rough timber that I use when in a scene.
She must be too deep into her adrenaline to put two and two together.
I slide the lavish disguise up and off my face and lay it on the black oak
desk.
“Dad?! What the fuck?” I can see her start to panic, unable to get her
bearings.
“Breathe, O. In and out.” I offer nothing else as she gets herself
together, and we don’t bring it up. She hates talking about her anxiety and
drawing attention to it, so I try to respect her wishes. I just offer silent
support.
“I—why d—” I hold up my hand, cutting her off.
 “Why the fuck are you here? And who in their goddamn mind gave you
an in, and how did you pass the interview?” I am seething. She was never to
know about this place. Not because I’m ashamed, I’m not. She’s mine to
keep safe and far away from any and every depraved thing in this world.
“Me? Why are you here, Dad? You should be at the club…” She trails
off, and I know she’s thinking of Onyx. Her bright green eyes are peering at
me through the eyeholes of rose gold, pearl, and filigree.
“Yes, October, I should be at the club. I am at the club. I fucking own
Club Opal. Christ.” I grip the back of my neck, rubbing it, trying to unravel
the tension I’m currently holding there. My jaw is twitching and if I clench
any harder, I’m going to end up breaking a tooth.
“Onyx. I thought your club was called Onyx.” She’s whispering to
herself, and I notice she’s sitting on her hands. That’s not something she
typically does.
“Yea, O. I own Onyx and also this place. You know I have more than
one business. I just didn’t tell you what exactly it was. It wasn’t necessary
for you to know. Now answer my questions, October,” I growl out. I want
the fucking answers.
“Don’t snipe at me because you’re all bent out of shape because I just
watched you fucking two people. You lied to me. You kept all of this from
me, and I just don’t know why. It’s always been you and me against the
world, Dad. I just want to understand.” I sigh because she’s still young.
She’s not going to understand why I would keep this from her. All she will
see is that I lied, because an omission is still a lie in our family.
“Tonight should never have happened. You need to forget it and wipe it
from your mind, and we’ll go back to griping about work and Sunday
dinners.” I’m trying to turn this around, and I need to get her out of here. I
don’t want this place tainting her anymore that it already has.
Her chest is still moving from her gasping, and my eyes are drawn to it,
and the tease of the dark areolas has me biting my lip. I zero in on the half
circle shape I can see, and I can almost feel my tongue slip past my lips in
order to trace circles around each. I forget everything else until her voice
slips past my fog.
“Are you staring at my tits?” She folds her arms beneath her chest,
which pushes them up even further, and I need to get her the fuck out of
here and out of sight. I don’t need to be daydreaming about fucking her tits
until I come all over them.
 “I’m wondering why you’re barely dressed at a sex club, and your
nipples are playing peek-a-boo. Fucking cover up.” I grab my suit jacket off
the back of my chair and hand it to her. Her big, green doe eyes look up at
me as I tower over her. I crinkle my own, trying to get her to see that I need
her to cover up. I can’t function when so much of her skin is exposed. I’m
trying to protect the both of us.
It’s as if the rubber band of tension is pulled so taut that one single
wrong move or word will have it snapping back at one or both of us.
She must see it because she gives no sass sliding the material on, and it
blankets at least most of her visible flesh.
I see her sucking on her lower lip, and my eyes trace the bright red
lipstick painting them. She’s a beautiful woman, but she dressed exactly
how I expect a woman looking to get fucked would. All confidence and sin.
“Do you do that often?” I’m not sure what she’s referring to exactly, so I
just answer shooting in the dark because she’s never seen me with anyone,
so my sexual orientation has never come up between us.
“Fuck men? When I feel like it. I fuck whoever appeals to me. I don’t
care about their gender. I care about how well they take my dick.” I shrug
because it’s true. People are people. I love sex and I don’t deprive myself
from having it.
“No, I mean have sex here. Like in front of people.” Ah, I should have
known that’s what she’s fixated on.
“Yes, but I’m not talking about it with you. You need to go the fuck
home. Forget everything you saw here tonight and don’t come back. If I
catch you trying to come here again, October, I’ll revoke Justina’s
membership.” Her eyes cut to me, but that’s the only way she got here. I
just know it. I don’t handle membership, so I wouldn’t have known. If I
had, I would have nixed her ever being accepted for the sheer fact that she’s
my daughter’s best friend.
“You’re being ridiculous. I have just as much right to be here as anyone
else. You can’t keep me locked away and sheltered.” She’s pouting at me,
and I can see where the lipstick is smudged from when she was chewing on
her lip.
“I don’t care how ridiculous you think I’m being. It’s my business and I
can do whatever the fuck I want. Get the fuck home and let’s never fucking
speak of this again.” I don’t give her any room to argue before I’m picking
up the phone off my desk.
 Two minutes later, Carlo is knocking on the door, and I pull it open.
“Carlo here has already called a ride share for you and will escort you
out. I had them bring you your belongings from the coat check. Is she here?
I can have one of the others find her so that you can leave together,” I offer,
trying to smile at her to break through the anger holding fast on her face.
We don’t allow any recording devices here, so there’s no way for October to
contact her.
My little wildcat just nods her head but refuses to speak to me. I see
we’re now in the silent treatment phase. As if I didn’t experience it
frequently in her teenage years.
“I’ll see you on Sunday.” My words are a dismissal, and we all know it.
Carlo extends his hand out, indicating October to walk ahead of him.
I turn and walk back to my desk and am just about to sit down when a
ball of black fabric hits me, and I whirl around to see she’s thrown the silk
scarf I had left hanging on the coat rack at me. Her shoulders are squared
back, and it’s pushed her chest back out, and with a smug smirk on her face
she whirls around, whipping her long, silky chestnut-colored hair until the
ends hit the arm of my bouncer.
Huffing, I sit down and pinch the bridge of my nose.
Goddamn girl is going to be the death of me.

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 CHAPTER 7
OCTOBER

H ow fucking dare he.

He treated me like I’m a child.
Okay, I get the weirdness he must have felt. But he had no right
throwing me over his shoulder and making a spectacle out of me. I had
every right to be there, and it’s not like it’s my fault. I didn’t know it was
him or his business.
He’s only supposed to have Club Onyx, which is why I never partied
there.
The longer I sit here waiting for Justina, the more my ire settles in and if
I could exhale fire, I think it would be happening right now.
My thoughts are cut off by the door opening, and the tall brick wall of
muscle my dad called Carlo is holding it while Justina climbs in.
“Are you oka-” she’s cut off by the door slamming shut.
“Fucking Neanderthal. What happened? I’m sorry.” I just shake my
head at her, not wanting to give voice to what I saw, let alone what I’m
feeling right now.
“It was just time to go. I’m fine, I promise. I just want to go home and
eat some Moose Tracks and watch CSI,” I huff out while leaning back,
watching the scenery pass me by.
“Hot take, but Miami is the best one. Horatio Caine can get it. Come to
me, Daddy.” I try to fight it, but I let a smile take over my face. Justina
always knows how to get me out of a mood.
“I won’t deny that. He’s got that energy.”
The next twenty minutes go by quickly, and we’re pulling up to my
apartment building. I don’t really want company and like the bestie she is,
she reads my mood and isn’t offended.
“Call or text me later. I’m gonna have Jake here take me home.” A
raised eyebrow accompanies her statement, and I reach in to hug her.
“Thanks, Just. I’ll talk to you later. Call that girl of yours.” She waves
me off and I turn to walk up the building stairs as they drive off.
My body is coiled tightly with anger.
The problem is that anger isn’t the only emotion I’m feeling right now.
Desire is thick in my veins, and my panties have been sticking to me since I
watched that man fucking the others.
Not that man.
My dad.
The elevator dings and the doors open on my floor, effectively pulling
me out of my train of thought, and I stride down the hallway until I reach
2B.
The Or Not 2B sign that Dad bought for me is hanging right underneath,
and a sigh escapes me. It’s so damn hard to stay mad at the man, and right
now I just want to fester. Stupid ass sign.
Old Man Davis: Did you make it home?
I see the text come across my phone, and I choose to ignore it. He
knows I got home; the damn ride share was on his account. Slipping off my
heels, I leave them at the door before throwing my clutch and keys on the
entry table and moving straight to the kitchen.
Opening the freezer, I pull out the quart of ice cream and don’t even
bother scooping it out of the carton. A spoon is pulled from the drawer and
then I walk right to my couch and sit down with one leg underneath me. My
dress is pulled up to my hips at this action, but I still have this goddamn suit
jacket on, so nothing shows.
It smells like him. I’m kicking myself for gifting him this damn cologne
two years ago. Freaking Fahrenheit by Dior. All leather, sandalwood, and
nutmeg. I love this scent.
I breathe deeply before forcing myself to grab the remote and turn on
the TV as I scoop a spoonful of chocolate ice cream into my mouth.
“The only thing that matters is the evidence,” Horatio says, and I roll
my eyes. Yea, and all evidence points to me being attracted to my dad. Love
that for me.
The scene plays out in front of me, but I don’t really see it. My thoughts
are all scattered, replaying what I saw tonight and what I felt. Both before
and after.
Pushing my thighs together, I lean forward to put the carton down on
the coffee table. I was so turned on; I still am, if I’m being honest.
I feel my skin flush as I recall myself being swept up in his arms again
and thrown over his shoulder. No qualms about lifting me like a rag doll in
front of an entire crowd. God, I’ve never felt like that before.
Pulling the lapels of the coat up, I let the cologne engulf me, and it’s
almost like I’m transported back to his office. His eyes are tracing over me,
and he doesn’t realize I notice. His gaze lingers on my chest, and I know he
sees the swell spilling out and how my nipples are just barely contained.
The quick lick of his lips told me for one moment he was looking at me
like I was a piece of cheesecake. His favorite dessert. He didn’t see October
Davis. He only saw someone he wanted to devour.
I’ve never seen a man look at me like that, and if a man can’t look at me
like he did, then I don’t want him.
I let myself sink into my fantasies, and I picture this just like one of the
dirty books I read. I let my imagination go wild. My eyes flutter and I drag
one hand down my body, forcing the coat open until I reach the juncture of
my thighs. I unfold my leg out from under me and spread them wide,
leaving me exposed to the cool air of the room.
My other hand is pushing the top of the material of my dress down
along with the lacy half-cup bra until my tits spill out and the straps are
digging into me, giving me a bite of pain.
Cupping one large, round breast in my hand, I roll my nipple between
my thumb and forefinger until it hardens further, and then I pinch it. The
sharp sensation shoots right from my chest to my clit, and I moan, “Fuck.”
I trace the seam of my matching panties and find them soaked through. I
pull the wet fabric away from my body and move them to the side before
my fingertips start caressing my slit. I tug on my lips, timing pinches with
the ones I’m still giving my nipple, and the pain has me floating.
I keep my eyes closed, and it’s like I can see a crop of dark hair with
streaks of gray kneeling before me, playing my body like an instrument.
Emerald green eyes look up at me through long, black lashes, and a
bright pink tongue licks me from my crack to my clit before sucking the
hard nub into his mouth.
I let it play out like a movie as I let two fingers slide between my folds
and slip them into my pussy, slowly thrusting in and out, letting my body
warm up.
I pick up the pace and listen to the lasciviousness of my body as my
wetness is exposed, while the heel of my palm smacks against my pelvis
with force. I’m chasing my orgasm, and I no longer care about any sense of
propriety.
“Fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel your big dick in me. Make it hurt. I
want you to hurt me so good,” I moan out, picturing my dad grinning up at
me, mouth slick with my juices before he fists his hard cock and enters me
in one solid thrust.
As soon as the picture crosses my mind, I feel my body seize up and my
orgasm washes over me and out of me as my body forces my fingers out of
my pussy, and I squirt. I glance at the mess I made all over myself and the
couch and grimace at the sheer fact that I'm rocking solo, which means
clean-up is all on me.
I can’t even get a helping hand in more ways than one.
Utterly spent, I sag against the soft material of the couch with my legs
still splayed and my tits on display. I’m trying to catch my breath, and I
don’t want to open my eyes and come back to reality.
My phone keeps buzzing over and over until I finally get fed up enough
to grab it and break the alternate reality I just experienced.
I see one message from Justina and multiple from my dad, along with a
few phone calls.
Me: I’m fine and yes, I’m home. We both know you already knew that,
though. I don’t feel like talking to you right now.
Old Man Davis: Be mad all you want, O. Don’t fucking ignore my texts
and calls again.
I’m an adult. He needs to chill the hell out if I don’t respond in the two-
point-five seconds he thinks I should.
Old Man Davis: I know you saw this message and you’re ignoring me.
Grow up, October. Love you and goodnight.
Sighing, I know I’m about to text him back because even when I’m
pissed at him, he’s my dad, and I’m never not gonna tell him.
Me: Love you too, but you’re still a dick. Goodnight.
I shoot him a kiss emoji and then turn off my phone for the night and
throw it onto the cushion next to me.
It’s only then that I realize the ice cream is still on the table.
The ice cream is now covered in me.
 Damn, what a waste of five-ninety-nine. Now I’m annoyed I didn’t get
up and put it away before fingering myself.
Well, I guess I won’t be having anymore tonight.
I’m taking my ass to bed as soon as I wash my face.
I need this night to be over.

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 CHAPTER 8
MAVERICK

I watch her storm out and it’s like once she’s out of sight, I can finally
breathe again. Air rushes into my lungs and the lightheadedness
disappears.
When I saw her watching, it’s like I was dropped into the deep end of
the ocean, and the undertow dragged me down, and I couldn’t reach the
surface. Everything was tunneled, and I was drowning.
I still can’t fucking believe she saw that. Watched the whole thing. I
keep reminding myself that she didn’t know it was me. It’s not perverse
because literally we were two strangers… until we weren’t.
Not that perversion has ever stopped me from doing whatever the fuck I
want. By society’s standards, my entire life is a perversion, but trying to
reconcile being a dad and being a man right now is hard.
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I feel high. As if all
sense has left me as all blood rushed back to my cock.
A thousand different questions spin around me, but I’m helpless to gain
any answers. The adrenaline of the entire night is still coursing through my
system, and I know I won’t be coming down for hours.
Sexual highs are like ecstasy. It’s like you pop that little blue round pill
with a lightning bolt etched into it, and all of a sudden you spend the next
six hours in another dimension.
A knock rings out on my door, and I open it to see Carlo standing there,
“Boss, she’s on her way home.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck, a
nervous tic in his jaw.
“What’s wrong?”
 “Uh, listen boss. I didn’t know she was your kid, but I don’t feel right
about not coming clean.” Carlo is one of my best employees and has never
given me an ounce of grief, but right now with the twitching and the words
coming out of his mouth… if he put one fucking hand on October, whether
he knew her relationship to me or not, he’s fucking done for.
“Spit it the fuck out.”
“I—I checked her out. Flirted with her for only a moment when she was
hesitating to enter the hall. I’m sorry, boss. Truly.” Christ, if I do anything
to him, I’ll be a goddamn hypocrite.
“Carlo, go the fuck back to work. Let’s just act like this never fucking
happened.” He nods and leaves, but I don’t hear my door close.
“Are you going to spend the rest of the night in here? After that little
show earlier, you shouldn’t be in such a shit ass mood, Mav. What’s going
on?” Lincoln fucking Ashford.
“Linc, I really don’t fucking want to get into right now. I’m all fucked
up in here.” I thump the side of my head and he just stares at me. Waiting
me out.
“You ever craved something so irrevocably wrong? Something that
should repel you?” I play with the sleeves of my shirt, threading the button
in and out repeatedly. It’s only when the button snaps that I stop, choosing
to roll both sleeves up until they rest just below my elbow.
“Yes, and it damn near killed me. You didn’t know me then, but I put
myself through hell, and it wasn’t worth it. If there’s anything I’ve learned
in this life, Maverick, it’s that you have to take every fucking ounce of
happiness that you can. Every single one. No matter what. The world
doesn’t care about people. The only thing that cares about you is yourself
and those who’ve never made you feel less than. Trust me on this. Go
home, Mav. In this state, being here isn’t good for you. Call me if you need
me.” Linc walks over to me, giving me a one-armed hug before leaving.
He’s right. I need to get the fuck out of here.
Picking up my phone, I shoot a text off to Marcus that I’m heading out,
and he’s in charge for the rest of the night.
Shutting the lights off in my office, I will my feelings to shut off as
easily as I drive home.
The twenty-minute car ride did nothing for my raging hard-on, and I’ve
been sitting here on the back deck for another ten, just alternating staring at
the gentle laps of the pool water and the moon in the sky.
A glass of scotch hangs from my hand, my second since I’ve been
home. The first one went down like a shot, and I’ve been nursing this one.
I’m not an alcoholic, but part of me was hoping that the quick dose of
alcohol to my system would numb… everything.
My cock. My mind. My feelings.
I remember teaching O how to swim in this pool. It took forever to get
her to finally swim. She was scared to death of any kind of water outside of
the bathroom until she hit her pre-teen years. Trying to teach a twelve-year-
old how to swim with their little shitty I-know-everything and you-know-
nothing-Dad attitude is probably what caused my gray hair to start
sprouting.
Now she’s five feet and six inches of adult level smartass, with a body
that was built to make the moon weep and constellations to burn out.
I don’t even need to close my eyes to imagine her. The image is burned
in my retinas of how she looked tonight.
Wanton.
Fierce.
Divine.
Between the mask and the dress, she looked like a Greek goddess come
to life. As if one of the museum statues stood up from its pedestal and
walked right out and into the street.
The pale brown of her nipples playing games with me as we yelled at
each other, each of us getting more worked up trying to talk the loudest.
Fights with October are like fighting with a banshee. Loud and unruly.
Between her tits spilling out of the top, and her cunt barely covered by
the slit in the dress, she should have just come fucking naked. Why does
she even have such an outfit, anyway?
Stop Mav. Don’t think about it. You don’t really want the answer to that
question.
I don’t, but it’s driving me mad. How many eyes saw her like that
tonight? How many people approached her? Propositioned her? Countless, I
imagine. It would be foolish to think that everyone turned a blind eye to her.
I fucking saw her before I even saw her. If it had been anyone else, I would
have tried to claim her for my own.
 Goddamn bat tattoo.
I knew when I let Banks give her that first tattoo it would come back to
bite me in the ass, and it may have been five years later, but it sure the fuck
came in swinging. A jagged, bloody bite right out of my cheek.
Palming my throbbing cock does nothing to alleviate the ache I’m
trying so hard to ignore. Sensible me is saying just ignore it. Don’t go there,
because once you do, you can’t take it back.
But me, the true me. The one I try to keep satiated by using Opal as my
playground is urging me on.
Do it. Just slip your hand in and feel your hard length in your hand and
picture it’s her with the red-tipped nails that’s jacking you. Imagine how the
nails will feel cupping your balls and playing with your taint. Just do it.
Give in, Maverick. You know you want to, and isn’t it always more fun when
you give in to desire?
Ignoring the voice, I set my glass and strip out of every article of
clothing I’m wearing. Leaving them in a disarray across the wooden deck, I
walk straight into the pool, not even pausing at the ledge.
The cool water engulfs me, and I sink to the bottom as it works to try
and calm the raging inferno of need inside me.
I sit at the bottom, still, barely blinking until my lungs start to burn from
the dissipating oxygen.
It’s only when every last bit of air has left me that I look up at the moon
through the distorted water and take everything, every depraved thought
about October and me, and shove it deep down inside me. Locking it away
in a box and swallowing the key.
It’s for the best.
Even if I gave in, she deserves better than me.
All I’ve ever been is a curse.

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OCTOBER

S hit. Sunday again and just like clockwork, I know I need to be at my

dad’s. If I miss it without prior announcement, he’s gonna give me so
much shit, and the last thing I need is more shit on my plate.
Or at least he would have.
I don’t even know what he would do now. It’s only been two days, not
even a full forty-eight hours since whatever the fuck that was at Opal.
Thinking of that night has my pussy pulsating, and I feel my body coil
up as the heady feeling of desire builds. I need to get fucked, and soon,
before I spontaneously combust.
Seeing the veins in his arms bulge as his hips flexed, pushing and
pulling himself out of the body beneath him, is playing on repeat.
I want to feel a man that powerful against my body as he wrings every
ounce of pleasure from me. The feeling of giving up control and being at
his mercy is more than I can handle.
But I don’t want a man.
I want that man.
Maverick Davis.
The one I’ve known for twenty-two years and is my dad.
As soon as I let the thought cross my mind, my nipples harden into taut
peaks, and my panties become damp with the way my center starts to leak.
I’m so fucking horny, I pick up my phone and open up Kink’d Up, a kinky
website that Justina told me about. I’ve learned more about Justina in the
last few weeks than the four years we’ve been friends. Like a sex club and a
kink website. Where the fuck has she been hiding all of this?
 It was more like she forced it on me. Lovely. She created a profile and
threw my laptop at me to answer the damn questionnaires. It’s not like I
have anything against it and considering everything else going on in my
life, I thought, why not? Everything that’s happened has given me some
introspection that I’m into certain things, willing to try others, and that my
mind is much more open to things that I’ve never considered.
I open it up and start swiping through my potential matches.
Too young.
Too blonde.
Too lanky.
His profile pic is of him holding up a fish. It’s not even a big fucking
fish.
No tattoos.
No facial hair.
Fuck. I close the app and toss the device back down next to me on the
couch. I’m going to find something wrong or lacking with every single one
of them. I know it and I accept it.
None of them are him.
I glance down at the low-cut, tight, black tank top I’m wearing with no
bra, and my breasts are straining hard against the fabric.
I pick my phone back up and open up my favorite place on the internet,
NSFW Twitter.
I don’t hesitate navigating to the search bar and typing in #daddykink,
and immediately I’m assaulted by endless images, captions, gifs, and videos
giving me exactly what I need. Maybe I can just get myself off and it’ll
reset me.
Using one hand, I start scrolling as the other cups one of my large tits
and pinches my nipple harshly as I watch a short video of a girl tied up to a
headboard as her “dad” slowly fucks into her body as he talks about what a
good girl she is.
She looks like me, in the same aspect of dark hair and green eyes, but
her boobs are smaller, and she has fewer curves. If I close my eyes and just
listen to the sounds, I can picture it’s me and my dad instead.
With my eyes shut and my ears open, I let the smacking sounds, grunts,
and moans trail down my body with my hand until I reach the bottom hem
of the black cotton skirt I threw on. Curling my hand inward, I brush
against the material of my panties, feeling the sticky dampness of them.
 I don’t even bother moving the material out of the way as I press the
pads of two fingers to my slit before dragging them up and hitting my clit.
The need to come is too intense to prolong. I don’t want to tease myself.
I want to make this quick and dirty, which is why I let my senses take over,
and I start applying pressure against my bundle of nerves, picturing it's my
dad playing with me.
“My good little fucking slut. You like my cock splitting you in two,
don’t you? Gonna fuck you for always,” I hear from the screen and it’s my
dad’s voice, and it tips me over the edge, and I feel my center contracting as
my orgasm washes over me, and I drip into my panties.
My harsh pants are all I can hear, and I drop my phone, no longer
concerned about the screen staying lit. I feel my body still twitching and I
know it’s sensitive, but I’m a glutton for punishment as I swirl my fingers
back over my hood, pressing and pinching and it doesn’t take but mere
moments before another tidal wave slams into me, and I ride my climax
until I’m spent.
Slumping against the back of the sofa, I try to catch my breath as I pull
my hand out from beneath my skirt and bring it up to my mouth, sucking
each digit for any lingering taste of myself.
That should be enough to hold me over, at least for tonight. I just need
to get through dinner without feeling like a live wire. Two orgasms back-to-
back have me feeling more relaxed than when I get high, and I finally feel
like I can make it.
Just gonna sit here for a few more minutes before I get my ass up and
grab my stuff before heading home.
I just need a little more time.

I pull my cute little black Honda Civic into the driveway next to Dad’s old
El Camino that he refuses to get rid of. I don’t even know why he keeps that
thing. It hasn’t run since I used it to learn how to drive. That’s been like
seven years now.
He keeps telling me he’s gonna have it taken down to Loomis Auto
Body and have some guy work on it, but honestly, if he hasn’t done it yet,
then it’s never getting done. I don’t know who he’s trying to fool.
 Glancing at the dashboard clock, I see that I’m right on time. Just about
twenty minutes before we usually sit down to dinner. Just enough time to
get in the house and sit down without, hopefully, any awkward talk. The
last thing I want to deal with is that.
I want to get in, eat, and hopefully there’s dessert.
Maybe I can get him to shove his fingers in my mouth this time.
Fuck, October. You’re supposed to be behaving. That’s definitely not
going to help the situation.
No dessert with Daddy. Got it.
I pop open my door, grab my purse, and head toward the wraparound
porch. Opening the door, all I hear is SportsCenter playing in the living
room and no other sounds but the occasional click of the oven to let you
know it’s turned on.
The smell of manicotti is in the air, so I know that’s what’s cooking, and
my mouth waters. I love my dad’s manicotti, and it’s exactly the thing I
need right now. Comfort food at its finest.
“Hey, old man, where are ya?” I call out, acting no different than I
normally would. Like nothing has changed. I’m hoping that I can do what I
do best and fake it til’ I make it. It’s only when I don’t hear a response that
things seem odd to me. That’s so unlike him, he usually always responds if
he doesn’t come out to greet me.
Please don’t let this be fucking foreshadowing on how tonight is going
to go. If all I’m going to get is the silent treatment and a ton of
awkwardness, I could have just stayed at home. I didn’t need to drag my ass
over here. Takeout and Love Island were calling my name just fine.
Leaving my bag on the entry table and tossing my keys with it, I move
toward the sounds of the TV, and once I cross the entryway and round
around the couch, I see my dad sprawled out.
Asleep. Shirtless and only with a pair of black basketball shorts hanging
low off his hips. He can barely fit on this damn couch with his tall-ass
frame. I remember thinking he was a giant. He’s just six-two and two-
hundred-thirty pounds of muscle.
There goes the band aid that my two orgasms were supposed to provide.
My eyes eat up everything that is Maverick Davis.
His brown hair with gray starting to sprinkle throughout, to his long
lashes, and down the slope of his nose. His full top and bottom lips peek out
behind the scruffy beard on his face that is starting to turn gray as well, and
it’s right now that I fully appreciate how attractive he is.
All of my good genes come from him. I mean, how could they possibly
not have?
I want to deny myself from looking anymore, but I’m weak as I look at
his chest and abdomen sprinkled with hair and a few tattoos here and there.
The waistband of his dark shorts mocks me with its vibrant purple color.
My favorite color and currently the only thing in my way from seeing that
strong, thick dick that has taken root in my mind.
“Dad,” I say, but there’s no movement. Not even a twitch.
“Hey, Dad. I’m here for dinner and you’re napping like the old grumpy-
ass man you are. Are we going to eat or…?” I talk loudly but trail off
toward the end, and there is still nothing. It’s like he’s dead to the world.
I should shake him until he wakes. What if it wasn’t Sunday and he
would just let dinner burn until the smoke alarm goes off?
I don’t do the logical thing. I do the impulsive thing.
Because right now, this may be the only chance I ever get to do
something completely and entirely selfish. Something that should never
come to be, and I’m going to carpe diem and grab it by the horns.
Grabbing a hold of the back of the couch for leverage and balance, I
climb up, depressing the sides of the cushion before planting my feet on
either side of my dad’s hips. Gazing down at him and seeing how his broad
body takes up most of this couch thrills me. I’m not little by any means.
Average in height but I carry some extra weight, making me on the rounder
side, but he overshadows me in height and size, and it’s a heady feeling.
His body dwarfs mine, and I wonder what it would feel like to be
trapped beneath him, boxed in by his arms, and legs, and chest. Would I feel
powerless? Like he could take and take and take, and there would be
nothing I could do but give it all to him. Give him everything that he
wanted.
Ever so slowly, I lower myself down until my right knee wedges itself
between his body and the couch, and my left is taking up every available
inch of leftover cushion. Barely hanging on and I hope I don’t slip because
if I do, I’m definitely toppling over onto him. I’m hovering my lower body
over his. Just a few inches above his lap and all it would take is lowering
just a bit more and I’ll fully have him between my legs.
 My heart is beating so fast I swear it’s about to jump out of my chest.
My skin is glistening from the sweat coming out of my pores as what I am
doing registers within me as I psych myself up. He’s dead-ass asleep and I
just want to innocently sit on his lap. Innocently sit, my ass. He’s not going
to wake up, and it will just be for a brief moment.
All lies, I tell myself. I know it. I hyper-fixate on my excuses and it
spurns me on, and without even realizing it, our bodies connect.
“Oh godddd,” I let slip out of my mouth as I feel all of him right up
against the thin material of my panties. Wearing a skirt was both the best
decision of my life and the worst. I’m so fucked. He’s not even hard, and I
can feel his length pressing up against my most intimate place. All I want is
to feel him slide in and mark every inch of me with his cock. My pussy
pulses, an erratic beat that has no sense of rhythm.
I wish I could place my hands on his chest and feel the coarse hair
beneath my palms as he grips my hips until I feel the metal of his rings
biting into my soft flesh.
Instead, I just keep my eyes locked on his face as I let more of my
weight settle on him, and I stop holding myself up with the tension in my
legs. My body rocks just a little bit to feel him rub up and down against my
cotton-covered slit, and my eyes roll back into my head.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
He’s my dad, and he’s asleep. I’m taking advantage of him, but I can’t
stop. The thoughts in my head drive my need. If this was anyone else, my
morality would be pulling me back. Preaching to me about consent and how
wrong this situation is.
But clearly my morality has gone haywire because what it should also
be screaming at me about is the fact that he’s my father. He made me.
Raised me. Taught me to ride a bike, to swim, to drive a car.
Learned how to braid my hair for volleyball, and made sure it was
perfect before every game.
Who whistled the loudest when I graduated from high school and
walked across the stage, and then again last year when I did it all over again
for college.
All of these things should be pushing me so far from where I’m at right
now, but they don’t.
I’m hellbent on giving in to this deviant behavior.
 Slowly, I move a little bit more and pick up my speed as I rub my pussy
all over him, chasing something. An orgasm maybe, but I’d settle just for
the pressure in my chest to be relieved. He’s got me all twisted up inside
and utterly consumed.
Is this what others feel like when they’re with him? Because if it is, then
I don’t know how they survive. He’s like a drug I’ve never had, and yet I’m
already addicted all the same. How do they only get him for a moment and
then give him up?
How the fuck did my mother give him up? That’s the biggest fucking
question because there’s no way I could. I don’t think anyone else could
either, not if they got to experience him for more than just a night at Opal.
Imagine being able to fuck this man below me every day and night.
How could anyone give that up? I’ll never know.
I don’t know if it’s bravery or stupidity that makes me do it, but
whichever it is burns brightly and has me leaning over his prone form,
pressing my palms into the hardened pecs of his chest finally. The wiry hair
touches my palms, and I love how it feels against my sensitive skin.
I picture the beard burn I’d get between my legs as he devours my cunt,
and I shiver. The hair scraping my thighs and labia as he feasts. Lips,
tongue, and teeth. That’s how I picture him eating a woman out.
With the added stability, I start moving more, putting more pressure
against us, and I feel his dick harden. “Fuck,” I whisper as I actually feel
the way it seems like he goes from soft to attention, ready to sink himself
into a warm body.
It’s like every crumb of intelligence leaves me, and all I can think about
is him and me and our bodies. I don’t think about him waking up and how
that plays out. I don’t think about dinner or any lingering repercussions.
My base biological instincts are fueling everything currently, and I give
in. Sinking in and allowing my body to take control. There is no place for
logic here and now.
I’m all in as I hump his lap and erection. Letting my legs tighten around
him so I don’t slip off and can grind down harder. I wonder if I could slip
his shorts down and free him. God, imagine what it would feel like to
experience his unhindered cock as it stroked against my hand before settling
against my pussy. I could just accidentally let my panties slip to the side,
and I don’t even need to put him in. I’d be happy just to feel the head of
him against my lips.
 I’m spiraling, but I can’t seem to stop. It’s like a train on a collision
course, but I wouldn’t even slow down if I could. I don’t want to. All I care
about is getting closer to him. Crawling into him until we are two fires
merging into one.
An unconfined inferno, a wildfire burning fast and harsh. Spreading
rapidly until it overtakes everything in its wake and incinerates it, and when
it finally has nowhere to go, all that will be left is ash.
Rubbing myself harder against the head of his cock poking through the
material covering him has me ready to combust. I just need a little more.
Leaning down, his quiet breaths fan across my face, and I seal my
mouth to his, finally feeling the way his lips taste. The roughness of his
beard scratches my cheeks, and I trace the seam with my tongue, wanting
more than anything to be able to kiss him deeper.
A moan leaves him, and I slowly pull back, afraid he’s going to wake
up, but his eyes remain closed, and his breathing remains the same except
for the quiet groans and the sudden shallow thrusting of his hips.
I think he’s dreaming. If he only knew what caused his dreams was
happening in real life, but I take advantage of the situation and meet him
thrust for thrust as we rock together.
I almost let out a yelp as I feel his arms raise up from behind his head,
but they slowly move down until his fingertips press hard into my sides,
indenting into the soft flesh found there. His grip tightens even more, and I
feel the hard metal of his rings through my top, and it’s everything I
imagined it would be.
“Fuck, baby. So good. You feel so good in my hands. I love how soft
you are and how hot and wet you feel against me,” he’s mumbling, still in
his dreamlike state, and if this is all I ever get from him, it would be
enough.
It would be enough to be the object of his desires, even if only in his
dreams.

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MAVERICK

F uck me, this feels so good. I feel a hot body wiggling against my cock,
and I want to split them wide open. I’m afraid to open my eyes and
chase this dream away. If I keep them closed, I can stay in this in-between
state and chase my nut before finally waking up.
“Goddamn, wildcat. The things you do to me. You gonna let me in,
baby?” I ask the faceless woman grinding on me. All I can see is the outline
of her as I grip her soft hips, digging my fingers into the flesh and loving
the way I know I’m marking her skin.
“You gonna be my good girl and come all over me? Keep going until
you can’t go anymore and then just a little more. C’mon, wildcat, lose
control,” I urge her on and she does. Thank fuck, my subconscious is
running this show. I don’t think I could deal with a brat right now. I’m
desperate to come myself.
I thrust up over and over, feeling the damp material of cotton slide over
my erection, and if I wasn’t so desperate to climax, I would move the
panties aside and push down my shorts.
I feel her come closer before she kisses me again, and the sweet taste
that’s uniquely her instantly has the figure taking shape in the form of
October. My goddamn daughter. I let myself go and fall down into this
salacious dream where the scent of peaches has me grinding and humping
the soft, curvy body of this twenty-two-year-old.
I’m no stranger to fucking people in their twenties, but this is different. I
can’t help myself as I drag my hands up her sides until I feel plump breasts
brushing against my palms. I cup each one, letting the heavy weight of them
fill and spill over my fingers as I grip tightly. Brushing my thumbs up and
over the hard peaks has a gasp reaching my ears from my dream girl.
“Fuck, I love these. Can’t wait to get my mouth on them and make you
come just from playing with your pretty nipples.” Her breath hitches as I
move further up until one hand tangles in her hair and the other wraps
around the delicate column of her throat. I can feel the pulse beating
rapidly, an erratic thrum tapping against my palm, and I squeeze just a little
tighter. Not enough to cut off her breath, but I want her to know that she
may be above me, but I’m still in charge.
Using the hold I have on her, I pull her head down toward me, sealing
my mouth onto hers and her lips part, allowing our tongues to war. The
damp heat of her doesn’t stop moving across my dick, and her breasts are
pressed tightly against my chest. Moans escape her and I swallow each and
every one, desperate to swallow her entirely.
Nothing has ever felt as good as this dream apparition of a girl. I never
want to leave this utopia that my mind has crafted for me. Just leave me be,
me and my filthy, deviant desires.
We grind together furiously while never breaking our kiss, and I can
feel my orgasm building. My balls tighten, gathering closer together, and
the tingle in my spine lets me know my come is going to come bursting out
any second.
I need her to come with me, so I let go of her throat, dipping my hand
down between our bodies and slip up her skirt and set my fingers right on
her clit, pinching it until she pulls up breathless.
“Come for me, wildcat. Come all over Daddy’s lap. Purr, like the good
little slutty kitten you are.” I grind my palm against her clit while I cup the
rest of her pussy, desperate to slip my fingers into the thin cotton and sink
into her wet center.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she chants, and the tension in her body
snaps and it’s as soon as I hear, “I’m coming, Daddy. I’m fucking coming,”
that my own climax hits and my eyes snap open, bringing me out of my
semi-obscure state to see my actual fucking daughter above me.
October’s tits are right in my face as her head’s thrown back. It’s like
I’m stuck in a frozen state before I notice I’m still touching her pussy and
pull my hand back.
Her body is quivering, and a feeling of smugness settles in me for a
brief moment before I realize how wrong it is.
 “What. In. The. Entire. Fuck,” I growl out as I grip her hips to push her
off me. I need to get out from underneath her. She grinds down on me twice
more, and the immoral part of me preens before I push both of us up. I
deposit her on the couch and get up and start to pace around the living
room.
“Jesus, October. Wha—you know what? It doesn’t even matter. Fuck,
I’m sorry.” I can feel my eye twitching and the way I’m wrenching my hair
as I run my hands through it as I seriously contemplate just starting my bald
journey now.
How the fuck did this happen? Dream her was it. The one piece I was
allowing myself. Allowing my depravity to infect. I move over to the
kitchen and grab a bottle of whiskey and don’t even bother with a glass.
Unscrewing the top, I throw it down before bringing it to my mouth and
taking a swig, my eyes never leaving her form.
She looks utterly immodest. Unashamed of what had just happened. Her
body has a red flush to it, as if she’s still coming down from her orgasmic
high. My eyes trace her heart-shaped face, past the tops of her boobs,
following the slope of her hips until I reach the hem of her short-ass skirt.
Her long, strong thighs and calves mock me. My hands twitch to touch
her… again.
Like the fierce woman I raised her to be, she straightens her clothes
while getting up from the couch. A look of determination crosses her face
before she folds her arms, “I’m not sorry, and neither should you be. That
was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and we didn’t even fuck.”
I just fucking came, but my dick jumps at both the words and the image
they incite before anger sets in.
“This is so fucking wrong on so many different levels, O. Did you stop
to think about the implications of all of this? What about your mom? For
fuck’s sake, you can’t just take advantage of people while they sleep.” I
glower out at her, but the fire has been ignited in those green eyes of hers.
“Don’t even try to make me feel bad. I saw what I wanted, and I took it.
I don’t go around grinding on unsuspecting people, and you and I both
know you fucking loved it, Daddy.” She sneers out the last part mockingly.
“Do not try and sit on some high horse. I saw you. You may think I
didn’t, but I saw the way you looked at me the other night in your office at
Opal, and you wanted me. You still do and you have this weird hang up
right now, but don’t take your misplaced anger out on me. I won’t let any
man raise their voice at me with accusations. Don’t forget who raised me.” I
hate the pride that courses through me as she stands up for herself. It wars
against everything else that I’m feeling, and I go to open my mouth, unsure
of what is actually going to come out when she stops me.
“I’m going home. I’m not about to sit through dinner with you in some
awkward silence. Maybe you just need time to think or whatever, but I
don’t need to put up with your crap. I am a fully functioning adult.” She
turns around and stalks back out of the living room and not even two
minutes later, I hear the front door slam shut.
Well, fuck. I pick up the bottle, intent on getting drunk and either
waking up to find myself in an alternate reality where this was all a dream
within a dream or hungover enough to wallow until I can get my head
straight.
The oven automatically shut off at some point, so I pull out the
manicotti I had been cooking and slide it into the fridge. No one is fucking
eating it this evening. Instead, I head back to the couch and sit down on the
gray fabric before grabbing my phone and pulling up my messages.
Me: I fucked up.
Lincoln: Fuck. I’m billing you for this. Keep your mouth shut and talk to
no one.
I roll my eyes because fucking Lincoln Ashford is always and forever a
goddamn viper of a lawyer.
Me: Nothing like that. Contrary to what you think, I am a mostly law-
abiding citizen.
Me: It’s got to do with O.
Lincoln: I thought you said you didn’t do anything. If there’s some frat
boy with a busted jaw looking to sue you, I’m charging you double. You
know I hate dealing with those little entitled fucks.
Me: No. So, you know how we have Sunday dinner. Well, I put it in the
oven and then fell asleep on the couch…
Lincoln: I don’t do home insurance law.
I hate him. I don’t fucking know why I put up with him.
Except his ass is tight, and he looks pretty when he’s on his fucking
knees looking up at me.
Shaking my head, I start typing a fucking essay of a text to fill him in on
what happened. As each word and thought flows from my fingers to the
screen, it’s like I’m replaying it. My cock is hard, and I send the message. I
need Lincoln to tell me how badly I fucked up. I need to feel the despair of
self-deprecation that will set in once he confirms how tainted and fucked up
I am.
Lincoln: I feel like you’re coming to me to be the morality police, which
was your first mistake. October is a smoke show, and I fucking knew you
were acting all weird Friday night after your scene. All of it makes sense
now.
Lincoln: I’m team fuck that sweet tight pussy and bring her to the club
cause I wanna watch. Or invite me over and I’ll watch there. I don’t care.
Lincoln: Fuck, now I’m hard.
He drops a photo of his dick in his grip and my mouth waters. He does
have a fucking nice cock, which almost makes up for his mouth most of the
time.
His response wasn’t what I was looking for, but now I’m picturing him
back on his knees, but this time in front of October and me, and it’s
consuming. I toss my phone back down and it’s like I'm an outsider above
my body as I watch my hand slip into my shorts, and I start jacking off.
As if the come from ten minutes ago isn’t cold and messy in the fabric.
Might as well fucking add to it at this point. Fantasies of all the things I
could and would do to my daughter flit in and out of my head. There are so
many I can’t even focus on any one in particular, but it doesn’t matter.
All of them edge me until one comes by that slams into me full force,
and I don’t even have time to register what is happening, and I’m coming
again. I spill over my hand, and I feel it drip down, coating my sac before I
pull back out.
“Fuck me.” I groan as I get up and head toward the stairs.
I need a cold fucking shower and to finish the rest of this whiskey.

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OCTOBER

I scroll through job listings on WorkWave trying to apply to any and every
one that I’m at least semi-qualified for as I take a sip of the Manhattan I
just made. Why the hell is job searching so time consuming and difficult? If
my dad would just let me work for him full-time, then I wouldn’t be as
stressed out as I am now. At this rate, by the time I find a new job, I will
have used all of my severance.
My dad. Ugh, I don’t even know what to do or think about that entire
situation. It’s been three days since dinner, and we haven’t talked. I refuse
to cave first and reach out, and I know whatever he’s conjuring up in his
head is keeping him at bay. Which is fine. It’s whatever and it’s not like this
is the longest we’ve gone without speaking. I stand by what I said that
night. I’m not sorry and I refuse to apologize for taking what I want.
You are a Davis. We go for what we want, and we let no one stand in
our way. We are fueled by determination and grit. Never forget that,
babygirl.
I can hear my dad’s words echo in my head, and this is how he raised
me. Why would he expect anything less from me? He should get his head
out of his ass and take his own advice.
I’m looking at the next job listing when I see my notifications pop up
with an email from my mother, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. I love my
mom, but she should have never been a parent. She’s got wanderlust in her
bloodstream and enjoys spending her time in a new country every month
being a photojournalist. We aren’t close and these random check-ins are the
most I get from her, along with a phone call once in a while. Which makes
the fact he threw what would your mom think in my face even more
annoying. As if I didn’t spend almost my entire life living with him until I
went to college. I only saw my mom when she popped up in the States.
Clicking open the email, I read what she has to say.
Hello October,
Just checking in and letting you know I just saw the most beautiful
sunrise in Fiji. You would have loved it. The sky looked on fire.
I’m heading to the Black Forest in Germany and will be without
technology. A six-month trip with a wonderful companion group. I plan on
trying to come back to the States afterward, but who knows where I’ll end
up next.
XO Clara
Short and to the point as usual, but I expect nothing less from her.
I send her a short reply telling her to have a good time. I know most
people would think that our interactions are weird, but this is just how it’s
always been. It would be odd to me if we were any different.
Rolling my shoulders back, I close my laptop and finish off my drink,
letting the bitter sweetness coat my tongue and savoring it until my phone
vibrates with an incoming text message. My heart speeds up, thinking it
might be my dad. All I have to do is flip it over and look, but I hesitate. I
want it to be him, but also know that if it isn’t, that disappointment will set
in.
Another buzz goes off and I swallow harshly before turning over my
phone and touching the screen. Justina’s name shows in my notification bar
and instantly I’m let down. I love Just, but she’s definitely not the person I
want to talk to right now. I’m tempted to ignore her messages, but she’s
relentless, so I just swipe up and answer her. She wants to go out for drinks,
and I just don’t have it in me to be sociable right now, which is exactly what
I tell her.
We text back and forth before she concedes on letting me be a
Homebody Hanna, and I tell her to call me if she ends up needing a ride
home from wherever she ends up tonight.
I get up from the island and swipe my Kindle reader from the end table
so I can go read in bed. Nothing like a quiet night at home with me and
whatever fictional book boyfriend I can sink my teeth into. I don’t know
what these authors put in these books, but it’s crack. I’m absolutely feral for
every word they give me, letting me escape life for even just a moment
when stress sets in. It also doesn’t hurt the way some of these books light
my body on fire and let my mind explore different scenarios… like fucking
my dad.
Sliding into the cool dark teal sheets of my bed, I fluff my pillows
before grabbing my remote and turning on some ambient music before I
start getting lost in another world. Time moves slowly and quickly until I
notice I’m halfway through this book, and the spice is starting to escalate.
I’ve never wanted to be on the receiving end of a grumpy tattoo artist more
than I have right now. The taboo nature of this book is exactly why I love
reading. The tension has been building not only in the book but in me as
well as I feel everything the characters do. The way authors can elicit such
emotions and feelings in me is a gift, and I can feel my legs rubbing
together, trying to relieve the ache I feel.
My fingers creep down while I keep reading. Thank you for swipe
ability. The words egg me on until I’m sliding my digits over my clit,
playing with myself as I picture everything that the main characters are
doing is my dad and me. I close my eyes and drop the Kindle as I envision
him between my legs, stroking through my folds and circling my nub,
teasing me until I beg. My body is wound up so tightly that it only takes
minutes until my orgasm washes over me, leaving me boneless and slack
against my bed. Bringing my fingers up to my mouth, I suck myself off of
them before pulling my comforter up and over me. Turning onto my side, I
sigh.
I really need to get laid soon. He’s got until Sunday when I’ll be
showing back up for dinner. Either way, we’re talking. If he’s not going to
give in, well, someone else will.
And I want back into Club Opal.

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OCTOBER

I jolt awake when I hear some kind of scraping noise over the music
playing low from the TV. What the hell is that? I strain to hear, hardly
breathing when I hear a quiet, “Fuck. Just grab whatever and let’s go. I
think they're home. Thought you scoped this place out, Bobby. You fucking
imbecile. There’s nothing even worth anything except for the computer.
Let’s fucking go. Waste of fucking time.”
This can’t be fucking happening to me. I keep quiet as I reach across my
bed and grab my phone, swiping it up and quickly dialing.
My hands are shaking so badly as the ringing continues until finally a
gruff, “Hello?” answers me. I want to cry.
“Da-daddy?” I whisper, barely getting the words out.
“October? It’s fucking three in the morning. Why are you calling and
why are you whispering? Where are you? What’s wrong?” he rapid fires off
at me, and I feel so overwhelmed.
“Ho-home. Dad, someone’s here. It woke me up. I can hear them
outside of my bedroom door. Daddy, what do I do?” I’m spiraling and I can
feel myself starting to lose it as I shove my fist into my mouth to keep quiet.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Listen to me. I’m on my way. Go into the
bathroom and barricade yourself in or crawl under the bed. Can you do that
for me, wildcat?” I hear commotion coming through the phone and what
sounds like his keys, and I know he’s coming. He’ll be here soon.
“Yea. Yes, I can do that. I don’t think they’re gonna come in here. It
sounded like they were trying to leave. I should probably hang up and call
the cops. I should have done that first. Stupid of me,” I quietly ramble off as
I slide out of bed, inching my way into the bathroom just to be safe.
 “No, babygirl. You aren’t stupid. I’ve already made a call. I’ve got
someone who lives closer that will be there in two minutes, and I’ll be there
in ten. I love you, wildcat. Just stay on the phone with me. I can’t deal with
you not being on the other end.” Now he’s the one rambling. Wildcat. He’s
never called me that before, not since I was riding his lap and he wasn’t
exactly conscious. I’ve always been O or Tenny when I was younger, but I
kind of like wildcat. It causes butterflies to sprout up in my stomach and
throat.
“Okay. I’m in the bathroom now. The door is locked. I’m sorry to have
woken you up, but could you maybe talk to me, please? I don’t care about
what, just need to listen to your voice to calm my nerves,” I ask, not
ashamed to admit that I need him to soothe me.
“Yea, I can do that. So let me fill you in on what’s going on with your
uncles…” He starts going on about what his best friends have been up to.
My self-proclaimed uncles since I was a child and I hear all about Uncle
Clark having a freaking ballerina granddaughter and how Uncle Banks
threw someone into a glass case. He keeps going, telling me about some of
his other friends that I don’t know that well, and I just listen to him and
before I know it, he says, “I’m coming in. Four knocks on the bathroom
door and it’s me.” Knock knock knock, then a pause and final knock.
I get up off the bathroom floor and unlock the door to pull it open just
enough to peer out and see him there. He looks like a god looming there.
Tight blue t-shirt and black joggers with black sneakers on his feet. His hair
is all disheveled and his jaw is clenched so fiercely I’m worried he’s going
to crack one of his teeth. Just the sight of him has all the remaining tension
leaving my body as I fling the door open and throw myself at him. He
catches me easily and wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against
his body and holding me tight enough that I can barely expand my chest to
breathe.
This. This is what I needed.
He buries his nose in my hair as if he himself needs to be grounded.
Needs the reassurance that I’m here and I’m okay. He pulls back just
enough to look at my face before placing a kiss on my forehead.
“You’re okay.” It’s a statement, not a question.
But I answer anyway, “Yea, Dad, I’m okay.” The entire apartment is
quiet. Eerily so.
“Where’s your friend?” I ask, looking up at him.
 He chuckles before responding, “I don’t think anyone can call McKenna
their friend. Let’s just say he’s someone I know through Banks, and he’s a
businessman. He owns a body shop a couple of miles away and lives not far
from here.” I squint my eyes up at him. I’m not dumb. I know that whoever
this guy is, you either have him on your side or you don’t. Something
sinister almost vibrates in the air when he talks about him, but since my dad
trusts him enough to call him in the middle of the night to show up, I
choose to let it go. Any other time I would be pushing for more info
because I can be nosey like that.
“Are the cops on the way? I should probably change.” We both look
down at my clothes, at my words and the sharp intake of breath that leaves
him lets me know he’s just as affected by me as I am by him. I’m in a
simple gray tank top. Nothing fancy and the straps are wide even if the
material is soft and thin, but my nipples poke out naturally due to the size of
my chest, and they immediately start to harden, knowing he’s looking at
me.
He steps back, putting a foot of distance between us, and that’s when he
notices the black cotton shorts I’m wearing. If you can even call them
shorts. They are just barely more material than the boy shorts panties I
wear, but they are comfortable and perfect to sleep in.
His eyes travel down to where my feet rest against the beige carpeting
of my bedroom, and my black painted toenails are curled just slightly into
the floor, waiting for what happens next.
It happens so fast I couldn’t even pinpoint what set him off, but maybe
it wasn’t one thing but a culmination of things.
“Grab whatever the fuck shit you need immediately and let’s fucking
go. You aren’t staying here. Your ass is moving home. This fucking hovel is
no longer home,” he sneers as he says the word which sets me off. My fear
from earlier long forgotten.
“Excuse you? My apartment isn’t a hovel. It’s perfect for me and just
because someone broke in, which I might add can literally happen
anywhere and everywhere, doesn’t mean I live somewhere inherently
unsafe. If I remember correctly, before I even leased this apartment you
came and looked at it, so spare me your bullshit because you were just as
afraid as I was earlier.” I end my tangent stomping away back to the
bathroom.
 The truth is, I’m not against going and staying the night at my dad’s
house. Frankly, I need to after tonight because there’s no way I can stay
here, especially not if my front door has been compromised. I grab a travel
bag from the bathroom closet and throw some of my makeup in there, along
with toiletries for the morning, and stomp back out and past the stoic
mountain in the middle of my bedroom.
Pulling open my dresser, I throw in random items of clothing that I’ll
piece an outfit out of tomorrow before pulling on some leggings and socks.
No way is he going to let me leave here in my shorts and as much as I
would love to fight with him any other time, I don’t have the energy.
Zipping up my bag I turn, “I’m coming with you tonight, but I want it
noted that it’s under formal protest. And it’s only for tonight until I can call
and get my locks changed and the door fixed. You didn’t win anything.” He
tries to hide the smug look on his face, and all I hear is a hmm.
I walk out of the bedroom, and I hear him strolling behind me as I look
around my front room. Things are moved and out of place, and I see my
laptop by the front door instead of the kitchen island. It really was the only
valuable thing in here, and I wonder why they left it behind. I must have
said the last part out loud because I hear my dad’s voice in my ear.
“Oh no, they had it in hand, but let’s just say McKenna caught them in
action and confiscated it for you. Now let’s go, wildcat. It’s damn near four
in the morning, and we both need to try to get a couple more hours of sleep
before doing anything else.” He guides me by the small of my back, and we
walk out of the apartment building, and I see his black Aston Martin
Vantage at the curb.
He shuffles me into the passenger seat, throwing my bag into the back
before rounding the vehicle and getting inside.
He starts the car before reaching over and gripping my leg.
“Let’s go home.” As if that phrase is a magical incantation, my body
fully relaxes into the soft buttery leather of my seat, and we drive off.
Everything else can wait until tomorrow.

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 CHAPTER 13
MAVERICK

T he last couple of days have been a supreme test of my patience and

strength, but necessary for my own mental health. There’s no way I
could let my daughter go back to her apartment, regardless of whether all
the shit she popped off about was accurate. My mouth was flying off the
handle, running on sheer terror, replaying my phone ringing and her voice,
quiet and demure, calling me Daddy and telling me someone was in her
place.
She put up a fight that first day, but after I called up a couple of the guys
that work at Onyx and had all of her shit moved home and her lease broken,
she couldn’t say fuck else. I wasn’t asking, and it wasn’t an option. She was
bringing her ass where I could watch out for her. It wasn’t without some
fucking compromise on my part. She conned me into letting her work the
bar at Onyx, and with my need to keep eyes on her at all times, she had me
by the balls with that one. If she was at the club bartending, my crew would
keep an eye on her when I couldn’t and, of course, the cameras catch
everything. She was infinitely safer there than anywhere else.
Which fucking brings me to right now. Sunday fucking dinner. One
goddamn week since the shit hit the fan and set me up. No fucking
manicotti this time. I won’t be cooking that anytime soon. The thought of it
instantly transporting me.
October is leaning against the countertop to look at me. Seemingly
innocent except for the way she bites her lip and the way she drags her eyes
up and down, as if she’s undressing me.
“What’s up, old man? What are you gonna put deep into my belly
tonight?” Crack. The wooden spoon I was holding just splintered and broke
in half. Filthy fucking thoughts swarm through my head about fucking
myself so deep into her that it’ll feel like I’m in her stomach.
“Uh, Dad. You okay there or are you going to moonlight as a vampire
slayer and need little mini stakes?” Fucking smart mouth.
“Fine. Just wasn’t paying enough attention. We’re having creamy
lobster linguine. You want to help me out by making a salad to go with?” I
ask her without turning back around to look at her. I feel her move from
around the counter that’s between us, and she’s so fucking close when she
reaches up to grab the salad bowl from the cupboard above my head. I can
feel her breasts pressed against my back, but it’s the way her voice all soft
and wispy says, “Mm. I love cream sauce,” that causes all reasonable
thought to leave me.
I drop the fragmented wood from my hand and spin around, sliding my
hands into her hair and tugging her until no space exists between us.
Bending my head until our lips are a hair’s breath apart, “Quit fucking
testing me, October Leigh, before I bend you over my knee and spank the
fuck out of this ass. You’ve been walking around in these short shorts with
your ass cheeks spilling out and these tight tank tops showing every dip and
curve I want to run my hands and tongue over. I want to sink my teeth here,
and here, and here.” I punctuate each one by running the pads of my fingers
over her throat, the swell of her breasts, and the top of her ass.
There’re so many other places I want to bite, but I don’t trust myself to
touch them just to prove my point. She’s barely breathing as it is and if I get
any closer to her pussy, I’m going to drop to my knees right here and wrap
these strong thighs around my head until I’m the one that can’t breathe.
“Cat got your smart little tongue now? Don’t want to part these and say
some other thinly-veiled innuendo?” I drag the thumb from my other hand
down her full lips, watching as they slowly disengage, and I can feel her
panting as it ghosts across my skin.
“You’re panting like a bitch in heat. I know you want me. I’ve felt it
every day since you’ve been home. Your lust is clouding your vision and
once the haze of it all leaves you, all you’ll feel is regret. I won’t be one of
your great regrets in life. There is nothing in this world that I would allow
to come between us, not even ourselves. So, every reason you’ve conjured
up is moot. It really is simple, baby. I fucking love you too much to be the
one that destroys you.” I seal my mouth to hers, giving myself one more
taste of arsenic before I pull back and let every part of me leave her.
 I feel the loss immediately. I’m not a fucking idiot and knew that what I
felt for her was more than the typical deviant lust that fills me as I act out
anything my wicked heart desires. I weaponise my body to protect my
heart, and anything more with October would ruin me. I would ravage her
and drag her down to the pits of sin with me and not feel bad about it, and
this is why I have to draw the line in the sand.
She’s going to buck up against me; I can feel it in the air between us.
Her eyes lock onto mine and whatever she sees must have her
reconsidering, because all she does is nod before stepping back and moving
to the opposite side of the kitchen. No more words are spoken as we quietly
put the rest of dinner together before carrying everything to the dining
room.
We sit down to eat, and I’m prepared for an awkward, silent dinner to
commence, but thankfully, she starts talking about Justina’s latest girl
drama and intersperses with her latest update on job searching. I feel bad
that she hasn’t gotten an email or call back yet but the job climate is tough
right now. I know something will come up and she will find her perfect fit.
Something that takes her away from me.
Shit, I didn’t factor that in.
I feel a nudge against my arm, “Sorry, what’s up, wildcat?”
“I was asking if you wanted some bread.” I glance down and see the
piece of bread she tore off from the fresh loaf sitting in the middle of the
table.
I really gotta get my shit together, especially before I go into Opal
tonight. We aren’t open, but I have a few admin things I need to do because
I’m a control freak who refuses to delegate most tasks to others. Imagine
fucking that.
Idle chit chat occurs until we finish eating dinner and carry all of the
dishes back into the kitchen. We work in tandem as O puts any leftovers
away and I clean dishes in the sink.
“I’d offer to help, but you’re liable to just redo everything afterward, so
I’ll save us both the time and headache. I’m gonna head upstairs unless you
need anything from me?” I hear her ask from behind me.
“Nah, O. We’re all good here. I’ve gotta go to the office and get some
work done, but I’ll be home before midnight. I’ll lock up and the alarm will
be on just so you know.” I hear her quietly say okay before her footsteps
carry her out of the kitchen.
 I load the last dish into the dishwasher and start wiping down the
counters and stove, making sure everything is shining and ready for me to
use tomorrow. There’s something almost peaceful about it. A methodical
way of ensuring everything is in its place, and I know what to expect in the
morning. Something I can control. October used to fuck with it when she
was a teenager. Purposely coming down late at night and leaving something
in the sink or on the counter, and making my eye all twitchy in the morning
when I went to make coffee. That girl would breeze in late to leave for
school, grab a power bar, and cackle at me.
My phone buzzes with a text, and I check it and see it’s Lincoln.
Lincoln: Feel like company tonight?
God, I want to feel his lips wrapped around my cock so badly right now.
My hand and I have become too close lately, which is a travesty in and of
itself, considering I literally own a sex club. This whole last week with
October has me all fucked up.
Me: Meet me at Opal. You can sit pretty under my desk like the good
boy you are while I work.
Lincoln: Yes, Sir. Want me to wear puppy ears and a collar and if I wag
my tail enough, you’ll give me your bone?
A bark of laughter leaves me. He’s a regular fucking comedian when
he’s not being a vicious pit bull of an attorney, but at least I’m gonna get to
drain my balls into him.

My body is languid as I walk back into the house. The entry way clock
chimes alerting me of the halfway mark of this hour. Just before midnight,
as I promised October.
Finally, some of the tension I’ve been carrying around has been
offloaded and like the good little slut he is, Lincoln took it willingly and
then some. Playing with him is never a dull moment, and he encourages all
my quirks and fantasies.
I’m almost humming as I lock back up and take the stairs. I notice a
light on in the bathroom that connects to October’s bedroom as well, and I
pause to listen for any movement. No sound is heard, so she must have just
left it on by accident. I push the door the rest of the way open so I can hit
the switch, and staring at me from the bathroom counter are a set of toys.
Lined up, one by one, on a towel.
Well, at least she properly cleans her shit and takes care of it.
A rose gold butt plug starts off the line of decadence, and I’m picturing
her naked and splayed out before me as she pushes the pretty little thing
into her ass. Next to that is a glass heart dildo that I can imagine parts her
pussy so well, and I think of all the fun I could have with some temperature
play.
My favorite is number three in the lineup, the Satisfyer Pro 2, which I
imagine sets her up and then pushes her over the edge, both on its own and
coupled with either or both of the other tools in her arsenal.
Unable to help myself, I walk into the bathroom and glide my fingers
over each one before pushing open the door leading into her room. I see her
laying on her stomach, hands curled underneath her head and pillow. As if
I’m no longer in control of myself, I move to the edge of the bed and gently
and slowly tug down the blanket covering her until she’s exposed.
She’s got on an oversized shirt, faded and spotty with holes, and I
realize it’s some old shirt of mine from Edge of Insanity Ink. I wonder how
fucking long she’s had that.
She moans in her sleep before rolling over, and the shirt catches and
tugs upwards, exposing her lower body to me. No shorts, no panties.
Nothing obstructing my view of her sweet pussy where I can see the strip of
hair leading me down my final path of utter decimation.
Her thighs touch, no gap to be seen between them, and I fucking love
how lush and full her body is. She looks like a playground of debauchery I
want to get lost in.
Unable to stop myself, I lean forward, keeping my eyes up to watch her
face as I lower my head into her lap and smell the sweet earthy scent of her
cunt. I inhale deeply, letting her invade all of my senses, and I can feel how
wet she still is from whatever self-playtime she had earlier. I dart my tongue
out, allowing myself one taste from the source, and her flavor explodes
across my tongue.
I feel starving all of a sudden, and I just want to pry her legs apart and
feast on her until I consume everything. With strength I wasn’t even aware I
had, I pull back before righting myself to a standing position. Licking my
lips to catch every drop of her left on my skin, I pull the blanket back over
her somewhat before leaving the same way I came in.
 Temptation wrapped in green eyes, brown hair, and a body to make
most men cry.
She’ll be the death of me whether I give in or not.
I don’t have much more resistance left in me.

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MAVERICK

I ’m getting ready for poker night tonight at the club. I slick my hair back
and finish combing out my beard before spraying on some Sauvage.
Slipping into my gray dress shirt, I button it up, leaving the top three
undone before rolling up my sleeves.
The ink covering my forearms is present and showing. A mix of skulls,
some smiling and some screaming intertwined with vines as if they are
trapped until they stop right at my wrists.
I grab my rings off the countertop and put each one on before looking at
myself in the mirror.
Good enough. It’s just a fucking card game and even if I dip my dick
into Lincoln tonight, I don’t need to look put together in order for that to
happen.
Leaving my bedroom behind me, I enter the hallway and stop at
October’s room and thwack my knuckles against the frame. The rings cause
the sound to be louder than if my fingers were bare.
“Come in,” I hear her yell from her bathroom, and I peer in and see her
brushing some black shit across her eyes. Looks like an inkpot, but as she
turns to me, I notice it’s an odd-shaped triangle coming toward the end. I
think they call the shit wings or something. It looks good, but she always
looks good. A natural beauty that still amazes me, considering I look
average. How is she my female carbon copy?
“Hey, old man. What’s up?” She turns back around and looks straight
into the mirror. It’s been two weeks since I drew the hard line in the sand,
and October hasn’t been trying to push over it. She’s been her typical
outgoing self, but no more innuendos. No touches. Nothing. I would be
lying if I say I don’t miss it. If I haven’t been silently holding my breath,
just waiting for her to do something.
“I’m heading out. Poker with the guys. You all good here?” I lean
against the door frame, folding my arms against my chest so I can peer at
her, but mostly so I can keep my fucking hands to myself. Resist the
temptation of bending her over the sink, pulling her head back by her hair,
and fucking myself into her body as we watch ourselves in the mirror.
She’d tremble, gripping for purchase on anything she could find before
giving up and pushing her palms against the glass to brace herself.
“Yep, sure am. I’ve gotta finish getting ready, and then I’m heading out
also.”
“Alright, well, you and Justina be careful, and let me know if you need
anything. I’ll have my phone on.” I move to turn around and head back out
when the next words to leave her mouth stop me in my tracks.
“Oh, I’m not going out with Just. I have a date tonight, but I’ll let you
know if I’m not coming home tonight, so you don’t worry.” It’s the way she
says it so nonchalantly that has me taking a deep breath. I know when she’s
spurring me on, and this isn’t it. She’s being sincere and I think that’s what
has the lead ball in my gut feeling even heavier.
“Well, be careful, and please keep your phone on. I hope you have a
good time, and remember you don't have to do anything you don’t want to
do. Love ya, wildcat.” I don’t wait for a response and just walk away,
heading down the stairs and out the door until I slide into the driver's seat of
my car.
I hit the contact on my console and let the ring echo throughout the car
until a voice gruffer than my own comes on the line, “Maverick Davis, to
what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”
I roll my eyes because this guy is nothing but a little shit, but he’s a
smart little shit. Logan Walker has been the same private investigator that
Clark and I have both been using for years. I remember we picked him up,
slinking around as a teenager, and now look at the fucker. Thriving fucking
business.
“My kid has a date tonight. I need someone to keep an eye out on her
and give me updates. Don’t engage, just keep me plugged in so I can make
sure she’s good.”
“Ain’t she in her twenties? You plan on cutting the purse strings any
time soon or just gonna keep her tucked into your pocket.” This annoyingly
smug bastard.
“I don’t pay you for your smartass mouth, Walker. Just do it,” I bark
out, already feeling my stress levels rising.
“Roger that. Charging you extra for your rude attitude, though. You can
make it up to me by setting me up with Wilde brothers at the club for a
scene.” I roll my eyes but agree before hanging up so I can call Clark. I
need to fucking rant at him, and he sure the fuck can listen to it since I dealt
with his crisis of conscience with Caroline.
We talk for the twenty minutes it takes me to reach the parking garage
next to my business, and it’s not until Clark says, “Well, all I’m hearing is
you want me to convince you why not to do it, but Mav, you won’t get that
here. I’m not anymore of a paragon of propriety than you are. She’s an
adult, older even than Caroline, and you are younger than me. The age
difference isn’t even as vast and sounds to me like October is of sound
mind. I mean Christ, I forced Caroline’s hand. The entire situation is
different. Either fucking give in and maybe find some fucking happiness for
once instead of just being content, or let her fucking go. To be frank, shit or
get the hell off the pot.”
I hate him. I don’t, but it felt good to think it for a split second. I know
that everything he’s said is true, but my own mother’s words play on repeat
in my head.
You’ll never be anything but a deviant turning all into sin. Nothing you
ever do will be right. This is my punishment; I just know it. You will be the
ruin of everything you touch. Mark my words.
“I hear you. Fuck, I hear you, but you know my hang-ups. You coming
to poker tonight?” I change the subject, but he tells me deftly that he won’t
be attending tonight, which causes me to sigh. He could have kicked my ass
verbally in person also, and I’m nothing, if not a fucking masochist.

We’re all gathered around the table in the poker room of Opal, and I keep
glancing at my phone that I’ve left face up, impatiently waiting for an
update. I know October left the house in her car and didn’t get picked up. I
don’t know whether to be annoyed because the man couldn’t even pick her
up, or grateful that she’s got her own car and isn’t dependent on someone
bringing her home.
“You might as well fold now. You’re so distracted taking your money is
becoming entirely too easy,” Lincoln says from my right side, and the other
assholes I call my friends laugh along with him.
I flip them off right before my phone goes off.
Walker: Hello, Daddy. You can chill on sprouting any more gray hair.
She just walked into Onyx and is sitting at one of the booths in the west
corner with her date. I’ll keep eyes on her in case she takes off, but I don’t
think she will leave with him.
I don’t know what the fuck he means, but I choose not to fucking ask.
He speaks in fucking riddles, and my capacity for his shit is at its max.
She’s here even if it’s one hundred feet away and a tunnel away. I let myself
relax and start actually fucking playing poker, letting the guys rib me about
being an overprotective dad. I make no apologies for being obsessive about
where October is. I’ve given her plenty of space, but after the break-in, all
of that shit went out the window. If I could, I’d put a tracker on her phone…
shit that’s not a bad idea. Not the phone, but a piece of jewelry. My
thoughts run rampant, and I know that just a quick call to one of the
jewelers that frequents Opal would have the ball in motion.
I lose this hand, but I win the next hand, and I’m gloating when I bow
out, “Alright you fucks. Play this one without me. I’m going to go walk the
floor and check in with staff. I’ll be back in a bit.” Clapping Linc on the
shoulder, he just looks me up and down, damn near undressing me, but I
shake my head and he pouts. I really do need to check in and okay, I’m
going to go spy on O and see what this fucking dude she’s on a date with
looks like. He’s probably fresh off frat life and still thinks that because he
buys a woman a drink, he’s owed a blow job in the back of his rusted-out
4Runner.
Christ, I’m spiraling, and I recognize this is fucking unhealthy, but I can
admit I won’t stop. It would be hypocritical to lie to myself about it.
Walking out of the poker room, I scan the main floor of Opal before
walking up to one of my club managers and checking in. He reassures me
everything is satisfactory and running smoothly. Just how I like it. I give
him a nod before I duck into the alcove behind the bar that leads to my
office here.
 I hit the end of the tunnel that connects directly into my office at Onyx
and slip out. I turn on my computer and pull up the security program, and
within minutes I can switch between any area of the club I have except for
the bathrooms. I didn’t want to risk stepping out onto the floor and being
spotted. I want to jump immediately to the west side cameras but force
myself to check everything else first. Nothing stands out and looks like a
typical quiet Tuesday night until I finally click on the bank of cameras
covering the west side of the club. My eyes strain until I find the one that
holds my daughter. Pulling that camera wide until it fills the whole left side
monitor, I can feel the moment recognition sets in. He leans forward from
the back of the booth, and I see him clear as day.
Brandon fucking Turner.
A frequent member of Club Opal and collector of women to call him
Daddy.
How the entire fuck did these two fucking meet?
Unbridled rage gathers in the base of my spine, traveling up and
outward until my hands curl into fists, and I can feel the clench of my jaw is
as unrelenting as that of a great white shark. I stand up so fast my office
chair slams against the back wall as I storm out of my office and directly
into the club from off the side of the bar.
“Hey, boss. You okay?” I ignore Ian, my bartender on duty tonight, and
my feet eat up the floor until I’m at their table.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Both of them look up at me, October
with semi-confusion on her face mixed with annoyance, and Brandon just
looks at me with his head cocked slightly to the left. He glances from me to
my daughter and his eyes slightly widen when recognition sets in.
“Maverick. I didn’t know that the lovely October here was your
daughter. My sincerest apologies. If I had… well, I would have still gone
out with her, but I would have, of course, informed you first. No hard
feelings, hmm?” He can’t be fucking serious right now.
“Shut your fucking mouth. You get the fuck up and get out of my club
right now. You don’t look at her, don’t speak to her. Ever again. She’s too
good for the likes of you. Test my fucking patience and I’ll revoke your
access to Opal,” I seethe through clenched teeth and all I want to do is
swing on him.
He turns to my daughter and asks her if she wants him to leave her
alone, and I snap. I crowd into her side of the table and as gently as I can,
touch her arm and guide her out from the booth, leaving her standing next
to it.
I cock back and swing, feeling the impact of my knuckles hitting his
jaw, and when I look, I notice my rings have left cuts, which is the least of
what he deserved. “You disrespect me, in my own business and to my face.”
A madness falls over me like a blanket of darkness. I check out, not
hearing anything but the roaring in my ears and the incessant drive to make
Brandon Turner bleed even more. Grabbing him by the lapel of the jacket
he’s wearing, I haul him over the table and throw him toward the entrance.
Out of my peripheral vision, I see my bouncers step forward, but a shake of
my head stops them in their tracks.
Brandon scrambles up and he swings on me, but I duck, grabbing his
arm and forcibly pushing him further across the floor. He’s fighting me the
entire way until I get him once in the kidney, and he doubles over. We keep
exchanging hits, mine landing and his missing, but he does manage to land
one across my face. I feel my lip split and taste the coppery liquid hitting
my tongue.
“Get him the fuck out of here. You’re fucking done, Brandon. Don’t
come here, and consider your membership revoked. I’ll refund you for the
year, and I’ll blacklist you from every business I have my hands on.” I turn
my back on him, letting my crew take out the trash so I can lock eyes again
with October.
She’s staring at me slack-jawed with her hands wringing tightly, but the
flush spreading across her chest gives her arousal away. Moving swiftly
until I’m just in front of her, I scoop her up and she squeals, holding onto
me tightly.
My arms are wrapped right under her ass, and I’m hauling both of us
toward my office yet again. Different night and a different office, but it’s
like déjà vu.
“Put me down. I’m too heavy,” she yells down at the top of my head.
“Shut. Up. I don’t want to hear a word out of you, and especially not
about your weight. Does it fucking look like I’m struggling?” I let one arm
unwind from around her, and she tips over my shoulder, but my stride does
not break until we hit the office, and I deposit her ass down on the edge of
my desk.
“Sit here and stay quiet as I fucking talk.” She glowers at me but listens
for fucking once.
 I pause, trying to gather what it is I’m going to say. Fuck, I got us here
and now I need to not fuck it up.

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OCTOBER

I ’m furious and I know there’s fire in my eyes. How dare he come in here,
ruin my date, and then haul me out in front of these people I’ve been
working with for the last two weeks. I’m afraid to open my mouth right
now, afraid of what might spill out between my lips. Things I can’t take
back. Things that I might want to say, but know I shouldn’t. We’ve been
walking a tightrope, and it’s all coming undone.
“How could you be so… so foolish? You can’t just go on a date with a
man like that and not know what you’re getting into. What would have
happened if I hadn’t of shown up? Fuck, October. You have to be careful.”
His hands are flying this way and that as he rants. I let him spew his shit as
if I wasn’t fully aware of the type of man I was on a date with.
“Are you done?” I ask him calmly. Calmer than I’ve ever been, and I
know it sets him on edge. I’m not one to speak quietly when enticed.
“Am I done? Am I fucking done? Are you fucking done being careless
with your life?” I don’t bother answering that question. He’s lashing out in
anger and repressed need.
“You’re a hypocrite. You can’t keep me in a bubble. I’m not some pure,
delicate, fucking fragile thing. You know how you raised me. You can’t
possibly think I would knowingly put myself into certain situations. I mean,
for fuck’s sake, I made him meet me and I chose here.” I throw my arms out
indicating Onyx.
“I’m aware of his age, and I met him through someone who understands
I have kinks. Because surprise, surprise, Daddy, your daughter is into some
not-so-vanilla stuff. Clutch your cufflinks and get the hell out of my face.
You don’t want me, but no one else can have me either, huh? So should I
lay there in missionary as some polo-wearing jock ruts for three minutes,
comes, and then rolls over? Leaving me unsatisfied and bored in my life. I
want you, you stubborn, thick-headed, miserable ass m—” I’m cut off when
he kisses me. Forcing his tongue past my lips and I want to push him away,
but the need to be connected to him is stronger.
My hands grip his shirt as I taste the blood still on his lips from the cut
that has stopped flowing. Raking my hands down the shirt, I feel the buttons
pop, and then I deliberately pull the two halves apart and I slide back up,
feeling the warm heat of his chest and the wiry hair sprinkled across the
surface.
His hands grip my legs, and I can feel how tightly he’s holding on
through my jeans. If it was my bare skin, I have no doubt that marks in the
shape of each of his fingers would be blossoming already. He pulls each
one to rest on his hips and I lock my ankles together, forcing our lower
bodies flush. I’m grinding against the thin cotton of my panties and the hard
denim, and I can feel him hard and thick through his dress pants.
A moan escapes my mouth as he grinds further into me, and I remember
how it felt when I rode him on the couch. All the sweet, decadent places he
could touch in me with that big cock.
I feel him pull back and a whine escapes me, and all he does is chuckle.
He tugs me up and off the dark wooden surface before ripping my lacy top
clear down the middle, exposing the black bra I have on. He yanks the cups
down and my boobs spill out.
“I should slide my dick right between these and fuck until I decorate
your delicate collarbone with a pearl necklace.” My core clenches at the
thought of him doing exactly that, but I’m interrupted when he pushes me
down to the floor. My knees hit the hardwood floor, and I wince but look up
at him.
He pulls my hair out of the sleek ponytail I had it in before cupping my
jaw and pushing his thumb past my lips. He doesn't move, just rests it there
lightly, letting me feel the weight of the digit on my bottom lip and my
tongue.
“Such a pretty little kitten. I love when you’re my fierce little wildcat,
but I love it when you’re quiet and look up at me with such reverence. You
don’t have anything to say now, do you, kitten? No, I didn’t think so. Is this
what you wanted? To be at my mercy and for me to treat you like I do any
of my other conquests?” I nod my head, afraid to speak and shatter this
moment. I might be on my knees, but I feel powerful. The movement forces
his thumb deeper into my mouth and then back out, mimicking the act of
sucking a cock.
My dad must be thinking the same thing because I see the front of his
slacks jump before he moves his hand and undoes his belt, drawing the
zipper down slowly and I swear I hear the zip of each set of teeth as they
come apart. I don’t think it’s that loud, but it echoes all around me as if
that’s the only thing I can hear besides the thrumming of my own pulse as it
pounds. A symphony beating and he is the maestro.
I can’t tear my eyes away from his face, and he knows it. He smirks and
the left side of his face goes up, and the way his beard looks makes me
squirm. I want to feel it rough on my thighs until it leaves me raw.
“Pretty little kitten. You're gonna suck my dick until I come all over
your tongue. You love cream sauce, remember? Don’t think I’ve fucking
forgotten.” As he speaks, his hands work deftly, and he pushes his pants and
briefs down until he springs free.
“Go ahead and look. We both know you want to. I want you to watch.”
He fists his cock and I watch, mesmerized, as he strokes up and down. I’ve
never looked and thought a cock could be pretty, but if I did, it would be
his. Dark hair at the base leads to a thick shaft, and his head is swollen and
red with a shine as he leaks precome. He smears the drop hanging off the tip
with his thumb before bringing it up and rubbing across my bottom lip.
My tongue darts out to taste the trace amount coating my lip.
“Fuck,” he groans out, watching my tongue and he moves forward,
“Open wide, baby.”
I do as he commands, desperate to get my mouth on him, and he doesn’t
make me wait as he slowly slips the head into my mouth. Hot, hard, and
heavy, it rests on my tongue, and I close my lips, wrapping them around the
whole thing.
I feel him petting my head, and my eyes roll back into my head at the
sensation it brings.
“That’s my good girl. You look like such a pretty little slut here on your
knees in my office. Anyone could come in at any time and see you with
your mouth wrapped around your daddy’s cock. Would they be horrified?
Or would they instantly get turned on and stay to watch? I bet they’d watch.
Who could resist watching as I come all over your beautiful face?” I
mumble, but I don’t know what I’m even agreeing to, not really. But it does
sound kind of hot to have someone watch us, just like I watched him weeks
ago.
“Yea, you like that idea. Your panties are all wet and sticking to you.
Your pussy is clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled and to come.
Maybe I’ll make you ride the person that comes into my office. Should you
be gagged by my dick, or should I fuck them as they fuck you? Recreate the
scene that you intruded on. You pictured yourself as her. I know you did. I
can make that come true for you, wildcat.” His thrusts are shallow in my
mouth and he’s right. About all of it, and I just nod up and down.
He pulls all the way out, and I inhale once before letting a please escape
me.
He pushes back in and grips my head. “You want gentle? You picked
the wrong man. You need to stop, you better tap my leg twice and pinch me
if you need to, otherwise I’m not stopping until I come… and baby, I’m
about to fuck your throat raw.” He shoves all the way in and he hits the
back of my throat causing my eyes to water as I try and breathe through my
nose and swallow to force my gag reflex to relax.
He uses me like a rag doll. Pushing and pulling my head across his cock
as he thrusts also to get the most power behind each forceful plunge. I can
feel the tears escaping my eyes and running down my face, no doubt
smearing my mascara and the black eyeliner I had put on my lower lash
line.
I’ve never felt more… just everything than in this moment. I can barely
describe it, even to myself. Powerful, beautiful, fierce. I’m the one making
him lose control. He’s here with me, consciously, and no one else can take
that from me.
My jaw is sore, and my throat already feels bruised, and I love the fact
that I’ll feel him with me for days. I dig my hands into his lower thighs,
right where they meet his ass, and I feel as they flex on each move.
In between thrusts he starts to speak, “I’m gonna come and I don’t want
you to swallow. I want to see it in your mouth and on your tongue. Nod if
you understand me.” I nod quickly, urging him on.
He grunts before a groan slips out, and his muscles flex harder than
before, and his orgasm washes over him. He pulls back until just the head of
his dick is in my mouth, helping me to not swallow as he spurts come.
My mouth is so full, and I can feel it slip toward the back of my throat,
and I struggle to keep from swallowing. He pulls the rest of the way out and
I seal my lips shut, darting my eyes to the come and saliva covering his
cock until he drops to his knees before me.
I watch, unsure of what he’s going to do. Maybe tuck my boobs back in
and help me to my feet.
He does neither of these things.
He leans forward, running both thumbs down the column of my throat
before kissing me, causing me to gasp and my mouth opens. His come
flows out of my mouth and into his as our tongues tangle, and I go to pull
back.
He tightens the hold he has on my neck, forcing me to stay connected to
him as he kisses me, and we swap his come back and forth. I’m forced to
swallow, and I feel an odd twinge in my lower belly. I can’t believe this is
happening right now. I didn’t know this was even a thing.
The kiss ends, and the debased look on his face consumes me, and I can
tell he still has come in his mouth as he hasn’t spoken, and his mouth has
the slightly puffed-up look to it. I still have to look up to see his eyes
because of our height difference.
He’s leaning back over me, and I think he’s going to kiss me once more
but all he does is force three fingers into my mouth until I open, and then he
lets a mix of come and spit fall from his mouth and land into mine.
“Swallow, kitten. Now you’re just as much of a fucking deviant as me.
My little come whore.”
And I swallow.
And shamelessly, I swoon.

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MAVERICK

I ’m lost to it.
To her.
To us.
To the feeling of hedonistic pleasure that has washed over me.
To everything I just did to her, which she did it, full of trust and no
complaints.
I look down slightly as she swallows the last bit of me, and I reach out,
tracing the black streaks running down her face. They’ve already started to
dry. She looks like a work of art. My very own Rembrandt to gaze upon.
My fingers itch to grab my phone and take a picture to forever immortalize
her, just like this.
“I messed up your makeup. Your little wing is more like an irregular
blob now.” She smiles a dopey smile at me before shrugging.
“You can mess up my makeup anytime. Worth it.” She runs the pads of
her right hand back and forth over her lips as if she’s still stuck in the
moment from before.
Her tits are still out, and I pull one up, latching on to the nipple and start
to suck and bite until the bud hardens. Her areolas are large, and I love that.
Like a goddamn landing pad and bullseye for my mouth and my cock. I
wonder if she’d lay down and let me jack off using her tits as my target.
I’ve already defiled her, so I might as well give myself what I really
want. I stand up and keep my gaze on her.
“Get up,” I tell her and she starts to stand, but I reach down, extending
my hand and she slips her own in it and allows me to help her.
 “Thank you,” she murmurs to me, and if all I had to do was feed her
some dick to turn that fiery temper down a notch, I’ll keep her gorged on it.
She looks almost shy, unsure of what to do or say. What happens next? I
know she’s expecting me to freak out and tell her this was a mistake. I
should do all of those things, but I do none.
Spinning her around until her back is flush with my front, I cup her
breasts in both of my palms and walk us back around my desk until we’re
facing the closed door.
The door with a full-length mirror running from top to bottom. The only
thing obstructing it is the monitor and stand. I let go of one breast and
sweep my hand, knocking everything off and onto the floor.
“Wha—” she gasps, but I push her down, removing my other hand from
being trapped between her body and the wood.
“We have the money to replace all of it. I don’t care. What I do care
about right now is getting these fucking jeans off you and sinking into your
tight cunt as you watch. Is that a fucking problem?” I’m working on the
button and zipper of her pants before she can even answer me.
“Nope. No problem here.” She shakes her ass at me as I start tugging
the tight denim down. Fuck, it’s like she painted them on. I finally get them
down past her ass, which is staring at me as I kneel back down to get them
down her muscular thighs. I work the fabric down until it’s only left at her
ankles, along with the flat sandals she’s wearing.
I make quick work of the straps and get the shoes and pants off, leaving
her in only her bra and bright purple thong.
Purple is my new favorite color.
Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into the Roman numeral X resting just
on the top of her right cheek and listen to her quick gasp of shock.
“You think you can handle me, wildcat? I could devour you, unleash the
jaws holding back every dark, dirty, and depraved thought that fuels me on
a daily basis and consumes you. I would relish in it. In the power of gorging
myself on everything good and sweet about you. Gluttony has always been
one of my favorite sins.” I pull the panties down until they are around her
ankles before lifting each leg in order to slip them off.
Bringing the damp fabric up to my face, I inhale the smell of her before
stuffing part of it in my mouth and getting the barest morsel of her flavor on
my tongue. I leave it there while I stand up, and she looks over her
shoulder, seeing me with the lace hanging between my teeth as I grin at her.
 I pull them out before quirking an eyebrow at her. “Wanna taste?” I love
the way her eyes widen, trying to find out if I’m serious.
She finds out as soon as I shove the thong past her own lips, then force
my hand to stay cupped over it so she can’t spit it out.
“Tsk tsk, wildcat. You asked for this, so now you’re going to take
everything I give you and say thank you, aren’t you?” Her teeth find the
fleshy part of my palm and she bites down, but all I can do is give her a
feral look. The sharp bite of pain does nothing but make me feel alive,
shooting a current through my body, and if any of my nerves were
dormant… they aren’t anymore.
Using that same hand, I pull her head back, forcing her back to bow as I
ghost my lips across her shoulders and up her neck, letting her entire body
shiver against mine. My dick is throbbing, desperate to sink into another
hole of hers. To use her body until my own is spent, and she’s left laying
across my desk a quivering, wet mess.
It’s only when I reach her ear that I whisper to her, letting my tongue
flick against the lobe as I speak, “Be a good girl and spread your legs so my
dick can rest between your thick, delicious thighs.”
She tries to buck back against me, not in any actual defense, but simply
in defiance. She both wants to do as she’s told and doesn’t. Her body and
mind warring, but one wins out against the other.
Her legs shuffle, each to its respective side, letting the warm flesh part
and I slide right in, feeling my dripping cock rest snuggly between them as I
feel the wetness of her pussy coat the top of my shaft.
It’s like fitting two Tetris pieces together, and October’s body sags just a
bit, and I feel the sigh in her chest blocked by the panties I’m still forcing
her to keep in her mouth.
My other hand travels over her back and glides down her side, flowing
over every dip and curve it can find and eating up all the distance. I can’t
get enough of the feel of her body. Her skin is smooth and smells like sex
and peaches.
I can feel her tense as I move to the front of her body, lifting the weight
of one breast into my palm and squeezing it gently before moving between
her sternum. I can feel the tension lining her body again as I move south
until I cup her belly. Her body flinches, and both of her hands fly to mine,
trying to pry it away from the fleshy little pooch I’m holding.
 “Don’t even fucking think about it, October. This right here…” I trail
off, grabbing it tighter and thrusting my hips so she can feel my dick move
against her slit, “… this is a goddamn wonderland. Don’t ever stop me from
touching it. You want something to feel bad about, you can feel bad about
not listening to your daddy. You fucking get me?”
Her hands stop pulling at me, but they don’t move, both of them linked
together to cover mine. Just resting there but I feel and see her head move
just a bit, but it’s enough of a nod for me to be satisfied that I got my
message across.
I stroke and caress her belly before dipping my hand to rest just above
her slit. Her little landing strip along her pubic bone beckons me to just
move an inch lower, but I hold myself back. Exhibiting a control I don’t
feel like I have being this close to her, I give her a little pat before
withdrawing. I definitely hear and feel the whine that leaves her.
“I get even harder when you do that. If you could speak right now, I
have no doubt I’d have you begging like the filthy little fucking girl you are
for my cock. Just how desperate are you?” I pull my hand away from her
mouth, backing away just enough to turn her over so I’m looking directly
into her eyes.
I crowd back into her, forcing her legs up and around my hips and with
no warning and no guidance needed, I thrust once, burying myself to the
hilt in her.
Her mouth falls open and I watch as the sodden lace falls from the force
of her gasp as I penetrate her.
“Fuck,” I groan out, gripping her face between my hands.
“You feel like every fucked up, bad decision dripping in platinum and
emeralds, leading me both to salvation and ruin. You. Destroy. Me.” I thrust
hard on each word, overcome with the need to get even further inside her. I
told her I would consume her, but it’s her who’s about to consume me.
Wholly.
She’s gripping me tightly, her legs, her hands on my sides, and her cunt
is suffocating my cock.
I drag out slowly, bending my head to watch as her lips spread until just
the head is left encased. I give small thrusts, barely giving either of us
anything. I slip an inch into her and then out, over and over. I keep
repeating myself, keeping my head down and locked on our two bodies.
What she doesn’t notice is that my eyes are drifting from watching us to
watching her.
I can see the frustration building. Her desire to feel more, to come, is
going to break her. I want her to shatter until she opens those pretty pouty,
red-stained lips and begs me.
Begs her fucking daddy to destroy her pretty cunt and wreck her for
anything else.
One minute.
Three minutes.
Five minutes and then she cracks.
“Please stop. Stop teasing me. Fuck me. Please fuck me,” she whines
out, but it’s not enough. She hasn’t debased herself enough for me.
“Mm. No, I don’t think I will. Tell me, October. You like feeling your
own flesh and blood splitting you open? Fucking you like a whore? Does it
make you wet to know that your dad is fucking his daughter? Because it
makes me fucking feel like granite. I want to hold you down and cover you
in my come until you’re nothing but a broken little kitten, craving to do
anything for my approval. Yearning to lick up every ounce of what I give
you.” I pull all the way out now.
Call me a manipulator.
I don’t care.
She looks at me, truly staring at my face, searching for something. She
doesn’t move. Doesn’t look at the hard cock bouncing between her thighs.
She does nothing but fall into me.
Her hands move from my sides, sliding up my arms and cupping over
my own that are still on her jawline and laced into her dark, silky hair.
“Like it? No. I love it. Feeling you inside me is hedonistic. It’s all the
quiet things we’re not supposed to do and say are finally out loud. I love
feeling like your whore and you experienced it firsthand how fucking wet it
makes me to have my daddy in my cunt.” Her words offer a balm to me.
My deviant daughter. Cut from the same cloth. I’m sorry, baby, but you
were doomed from the start, having me as your dad. I think those things but
don’t give them a voice. To do so would be pointless.
“Please fuck my cunt, Daddy. Mark me in your come and make me just
as immoral as you. Baptize me in all that is unholy, and I’ll be everything
you need. Just please be here with me. Let me in. Please… Maverick.” My
name poured from her lips like honey, sticky and sweet like it’s straight
from the combs of Honeycomb Hideaway farm.
I kiss her, devouring every bit of her mouth and tongue that I can.
Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down until I can taste the tang
of her blood, and she yelps. Pulling back, I see the red streaked across her
mouth. Both lipstick and blood.
“I am damned. A better man would free you from himself. Free you
from the condemnation that befalls you, but a better man, I am not. I’m not
even a man. I’m a devil in disguise and you, you have the blood of a devil
running through you.” I push my cock back into her as the last of my
statement falls from my mouth, groaning once again as the vise clamps
down, sealing us together.
I rock our bodies together, hearing my desk scrape across the ground as
I fuck October harder than I’ve ever fucked someone before. Pounding into
her, knowing it has to hurt. I want to leave bruises on her.
I suck the flesh on the top of one breast into my mouth, biting and then
lave it with my tongue, leaving a hickey in my wake. Moving both hands to
cup her tits together so I can put both nipples in my mouth, licking and
sucking as she pants.
I feel her fingers sliding into my hair, holding me to her, and it grounds
me. I can feel an orgasm building, but I need her to come first. Moving my
hands causes her breasts to drop from their weight and I can only keep one
trapped between my teeth and in my mouth. Working my tongue in tandem
with my fingers sliding between the fine hair leading me to her clit, I slide it
between two fingers, gently scissoring them together, causing a delicious
friction to build.
Popping off her tit, “You’re gonna come all over my dick, wildcat. Drag
those claws down my back and mark me up. Cause I’m gonna come all up
in this pussy.”
She shudders, breathlessly crying out, “Harder. My clit. Make it hurt,
please. Please, Daddy.” My little masochist, and who am I to deny her?
Pinching her clit hard, she flinches and her entire body trembles, locking
down on my cock. I force myself in and out of the tightest grip I’ve ever
had. It’s almost painful for four thrusts before my balls draw up.
“Fucking gonna come into this cute belly of yours, babygirl. Make you
so full of me from both ends.” I thrust hard, feeling my hips dig painfully
into her pelvis as I lock us together and come deep inside her, emptying
every last drop I have from my body into hers.
We’re tangled together and all you can hear are harsh pants as we try to
catch our breaths. I don’t think she can move. I start moving and that cute
ass whine leaves her again.
“Shh, wildcat. Let Daddy do what he needs.” I back up further,
removing her arms from around me and unlocking her legs. I can feel our
combined juices leaking from the plug my dick has created in her pussy.
I pull all the way out and cup her cunt with my hand, letting us fill up
my hand before lifting and smearing it across her face, mixing with the
dried mascara and smeared lipstick before going back and dipping two
fingers into her raw, used hole.
I use those two digits to write across her chest from one side to the
other.
DEVIANT
She utters not a word but allows me to do it all without complaint as
she’s spread out across the wooden surface.
“You look like a whore. My perfect little whore, ridden hard and
covered in my come. I want you to lay here and be a good girl as Daddy
gets cleaned up. Understand?” I ask her, but don’t really expect an answer.
“Yea.”
Yea. Fucking yea. Very little respect in that one word.
“Yea? No, babygirl, you can do better than that,” I tell her, running my
thumb across her mouth.
“Yes.” I quirk an eyebrow and I get what I’m looking for, “Yes, Sir.” I
nod before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, tasting us before
placing one on her forehead.
She leans all the way back and watches as I work to move to the closet
in my office, pulling out towels and wiping the sweat and fluid off my body.
I try not to look at her because if I could go another round right now, I
would, just from seeing what I’ve done to her.
I guess my mother was right. Everything I touch was always going to
end up destroyed.

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MAVERICK

I ’m just getting home from dinner with Clark, Lincoln, and a few of the
other men I play poker with. Once every couple of months, we try to get
together outside of the actual club or business meetings and enjoy a good
meal and a great glass of bourbon. Even though I just saw them last night.
October worked a bar shift tonight, but considering it’s Wednesday and
typically less busy, I felt less concerned. It helps that I had the fucking
camera on her all damn evening watching as she moved behind the bar,
pouring drinks, and leaning against the bar top, letting her cleavage spill out
just enough to tease me without causing jealousy to take root.
My daughter is a very beautiful, voluptuous woman, and she should be
admired. From afar and under my watchful eye.
It’s late as I close the front door and the house is quiet, even though I
know she made it home over an hour ago.
Last night was… well, I don’t even have the words to fully articulate
what last night was.
Demented.
Wrong.
Taboo.
But we couldn’t stop even if we wanted to. We were two magnets, and
no amount of force was forcing us off the connection. I remember dressing
myself and then pulling her tattered clothes back on, so her body was
covered at least. No amount of wiping her face with a dry towel was going
to clean up the dried makeup, blood, and come from her face. I just carried
her out through the back hallway with her face in my neck.
 We were quiet as I cleaned her up when we got home, using whatever
fucking fancy wipes she had on her bathroom counter. I don’t know what
the hell they were, but they cut through the makeup on her face like a Mr.
Clean magic eraser. I tucked her into bed when I wanted nothing more than
to put her into mine and crawl in beside her, but she needed space.
I provided aftercare, and she was happy and blissfully in her orgasm
coma, but with everything that happened, she needed to sleep and process
it. I spent the rest of the night on the couch watching some show called
Manifest and letting the plot twists distract me until I fell asleep.
Today, we didn’t really have time to talk. I was in meetings for most of
the day, and it’s not a conversation I wanted to rush in between both of our
commitments.
I stop outside her door and peer in, but I don’t find her in her room, and
she wasn't in the front room or kitchen as I passed by.
I wonder if she went out. Her car is here, but Justina probably picked
her up. I wish she would have called or at least text me to let me know she
was going out. Another thing I need to add to our discussion.
Rolling my shoulders back, I feel the tension I’m carrying, but I start
undoing the buttons on my shirt, pulling the ends out of my slacks before
shrugging out of it as I walk through my bedroom doorway. Flinging the
shirt onto the highback chair in the corner, I toe off my black Ferragamo
oxfords while working on removing my pants.
I’m using the back of the chair for balance to take down my socks, and
I’m left in just my black briefs, and I turn to head into the bathroom when I
see a brunette goldilocks in my bed. Sprawled right in the middle under my
comforter with her hair in that damn messy bun blending in with the dark
pillowcases.
Detouring to the bed, I sit on the side, brushing my fingers over her hair
and down her face. I wonder why she crawled into my bed. Not that I’m
complaining. She barely moves as I caress her, noticing that in sleep is the
only time she looks even semi-innocent. Every other time she looks like
hellfire could spill at any moment.
“Mm,” she mumbles, and I choose to say fuck going to shower and pull
the covers back to slide in beside her.
Satan fucking condemn me. She’s got on a short white crop tank top
that barely covers her tits and pale green boy shorts cover her bottom. Her
belly is visible, and it’s calling my name, and I am unable to resist. I lay my
hand against the soft flesh, spreading my fingers so I can touch from her
belly button down to her clit.
My thumb rubs back and forth, and my cock starts to harden, causing
my briefs to tent. All I would have to do is roll over on top of her and slide
those panties to the side, and I could sink into her. My dick likes that idea as
it jumps, trying to escape.
Moving my hand, I jump myself, debating on what to do, but it only
takes minutes to make a compromise. I push the underwear down, kicking
them off before rolling over and straddling October’s legs. My dick is red
and angry, eager to come as I stroke it from root to tip. I lean forward,
bracing one hand on the wall as I jack myself, drinking my fill of her face,
her tits, her stomach, and knowing her pussy is right beneath me. I swipe
across the head, spreading my precome around and using it as lube as the
friction between my hand and skin becomes intense.
It doesn’t take long as I work my shaft just how I like it, knowing what
will get me to bust quickly, and ten minutes later I’m spilling come aiming
for that little pooch I’m infatuated with and across the front of her panties.
Once my balls are drained, I sit back on my haunches just enough so I can
admire the patterns of come, and then I rub the sticky fluid into her belly
skin, once again marking her as mine.
Rolling off of her, I lay back down before reaching over and gathering
her into my arms.
Everything else can wait until tomorrow.
Tonight, I’m going to sleep like the devil.

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OCTOBER

S unlight streams across my face, waking me up, and I move to languidly

stretch to work out the kinks in my stiff body. I’ve felt the aches of two
nights ago start to really set in yesterday afternoon, and today from head to
toes feels like it’s been imprinted by fingerprints.
I don’t get very far when I hit something hard, and those imprinted
prints turn to real ones as I feel the tips of a hand dig into the soft flesh of
my hip, gripping tightly, pressing along the bruises that already exist.
Blinking rapidly to clear the sleep from my eyes, I turn my head just
enough to see the dark tousled head of hair sprinkled with gray behind me.
His face is relaxed and his breath even so he’s still in slumber.
Turning my head back around, I look below and see how his tattooed
hand grips me, and if I could stay right here I would. We didn’t talk
yesterday about anything that happened, and I don’t know what to think or
how to feel. It feels like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to
tell me it was a mistake again. That giving in and fucking me was a
mistake.
I’m a lot of things but never a mistake, so if he ever begins to utter those
words, I’ll shove them right back down his goddamn throat. Make him
choke on each syllable.
Shaking off the slight rage beginning to fill me at the what-if scenario, I
start untangling us so I can slip out of the bed. I need to pee, and my
stomach is screaming at me to eat. Finally freeing myself, I get out of bed
and that’s when I feel the skin of my stomach pulling taut. Rubbing my
fingers over it, I feel something and that’s when I notice the dried spots of
come dotted against the cotton panties I wore last night.
 I guess Daddy Dearest decided to mark me as I slept. The proof of this
and the sheer fact he was in bed with me, regardless of if it’s his bedroom,
gives me a little bounce in my step as I walk out. He can say whatever lies
from his forked tongue of sin, but he wants this as much as I do.
Heading to my bathroom, I shower quickly, foregoing washing my hair.
It’s still good for another day or two before I need to clean it, but I need to
scrub the dried come from my belly because this shit is uncomfortable.
Hoping I have enough time before he wakes up, I throw on shorts and a
tank top and get to work on making breakfast. I think I’ll make one of his
favorites that we hardly ever take the time to prepare. A German Apple
Pancake. I pull my phone out and turn on my Lana Del Rey playlist as I
move about the kitchen, preparing everything.
Sliding the dish into the oven, I start cleaning up the mess I’ve made
because if he comes downstairs and sees the disaster of a kitchen, I know
his eye is going to start twitching. I prefer to not start the day with him
already heading to a ten.
I’m scrubbing a dried spot of batter off the counter when I feel him right
behind me as his arms box me in against the counter. The inked forearms
flex and the veins are prominent as I see the back of hands spread against
the counter.
“Morning, O. Smells good in here.” Speechless. I’m never fucking
quiet, but right now I can’t seem to find words. All of this feels so…
domestic. It feels right and I realize that I want this also. Not just the sex. I
want him. Like as a partner, in life.
The feeling smacks me in the face. I never really gave much thought to
settling down. I’m only twenty-two, but even taking that out of the
equation, it never appealed to me. I’ve had relationships, short ones, and
longer ones, but nothing that I would ever truly consider serious. Despite
some of the people I’ve dated. But the way we’re standing here in the
kitchen, with his nose buried in my hair, pressing his entire body against
mine and holding me tight, I feel my eyes water.
Shrugging my shoulders, “Just was craving an apple pancake. Sorry
about falling asleep in your bed.” I’m trying to appear nonchalant when all I
feel from the butterflies in my gut and the emotions hitting me is that I
might vomit, metaphorically or physically. Who’s to fucking know?
“Mm. Yes, I’m sure you are. Purely by accident. Just tripped and fell
into my bed, rubbing yourself against my sheets while you breathe the scent
of me in.” He turns me around so our eyes lock. “Lie to yourself all you
want, but you can’t lie to me. Save the effort and just don’t even try. I can
read you better than I can read myself, my little twin.” He bops my nose at
the exact time the oven timer starts beeping and he backs up, letting me
escape the sanctuary of his arms.
I pull the cast iron pan out and the smell of apples and cinnamon assault
me, and I hear both of us groan. This really is one of our favorite breakfast
foods. Setting the hot pan on top of the stove, I drizzle a bit of Honeycomb
Hideaway honey across it, followed by a sprinkle of powdered sugar.
Cutting the pancake in half, I plate both before turning around to carry
them to the island bar top. He watches me with hooded eyes. He must have
turned around to lean against the counter when I was getting everything out,
and all I can focus on is his broad shoulders and the low-slung basketball
shorts he has on.
“Coffee?” I ask, moving to the pot I brewed and automatically pouring
two cups. I already know he wants coffee, and then he’ll drink a cup of tea
after it before switching to water for the rest of the day.
Hydrate every day all day long, October. It’s important.
Dad’s words of wisdom for as long as I can remember.
We eat in silence except for our hums of approval as the sweet flavors
invade our mouths. The only other sounds are the haunting voice of Lana as
she croons about a dark paradise. My obsession with her is unhealthy and as
I sit here and really listen to her lyrics, it’s like she wrote this song for him
and I.
He finishes up, and he’s taking his plate to the sink when my phone
goes off on the counter next to him, interrupting the music. He glances
down at it and whatever he sees changes everything.
All of a sudden, it feels like the room got colder, his sharp jaw twitches,
and he’s got a death grip on the dish.
“Why the fuck is Turner texting you?” I pause in confusion before the
realization hits me. Oh, for fuck’s sake. I don’t know why the hell that man
is sending me a message. I assumed he got the hint after Dad kicked his ass
the other night at Onyx. If he was going to contact me, it would have made
more sense to do it yesterday.
Lifting my fork up in a shrugging I don’t know motion, “I really don’t
know. I didn’t expect to hear from him after you went all Apollo Creed on
him. Guess he’s not very bright then if he’s reaching out. Either he’s got a
death wish, or he really wants to piss you off. Possibly both.”
“Don’t be fucking smart, October. Unlock your phone.” He tosses the
device across the counter until it stops to rest right by me.
“Uh, excuse the fuck outta you, Daddy. One, you don’t bark orders at
me unless we’re fucking. Two, the invasion of privacy stopped once I
turned eighteen. Three, how about fuck no? I just fucking told you I don’t
know why he did. I’m not fucking talking to him, and my word should be
good enough. Do you know me to fucking lie about things like this? And
even if I was fucking lying, wouldn’t you know? You said it yourself just
earlier that I can’t lie to you because you can read me. Take your little alpha
posturing bullshit and knock it off. I might like when you boss me around
when bent over your desk, but this… this is going too far.” Angrily, I push
up and away from the bar top, leaving my plate and phone behind and
walking away.
If he wants to be an asshole, then he can watch my ass walk the fuck
away. I don’t give a fuck about the phone, nor do I care about if he looks at
it. I literally have nothing to hide except maybe my weird as fuck NSFW
Twitter feed. It’s the tone and expectation of it. He shattered all those
emotions and butterflies from before, and all that’s left is a bitter feeling.
“October Leigh, don’t walk away from me.” I flip him off without
turning around. I’m starting to ascend the stairs when I hear him behind me,
“How the fuck did you even meet Turner, and don’t give me that bullshit
about someone. Tell me who the fuck introduced you two.”
Pausing, I let a smirk cross my face, turning toward him. “Oh, this is
gonna be good. You’re going to lose your shit. Monica, of course. She
introduced us. I wonder if she knew this would happen.” I gesture between
our two bodies before continuing upward, listening to him curse under his
breath as he stomps back to the kitchen. No doubt to finish cleaning up and
stew on how he’s going to handle Monica. He can’t fire her, nor do I think
he even wants to.
Neither of those things are my problem though.
I need to get out of the house today and set about packing a bag to head
to the beach for the day. I don’t work tonight at Onyx, so maybe I can
convince Justina to order takeout and watch trash TV with me before I
crash at her place.
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MAVERICK

“M onica. Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck were you
thinking?” I holler out as I walk into Flesh and Fiddle and see her
behind the bar.
It’s early, only eleven in the morning and the burlesque tavern isn’t even
open yet, but I knew she would be here. We’ve been friends for too many
years to not know each other’s habits. There’s a reason I hired her to assist
me in interviewing members. She’s an excellent judge of character and as a
woman, offers so many more different opinions than myself. She’s
invaluable, but right now, all I want to do is cut all ties.
Fucking introducing my daughter to that conceited bag of dicks.
“Oh hello, Maverick. Do come in and make yourself known and
comfortable. Can I get you something? A drink? A goddamn lobotomy?
Because nothing short of needing a brain adjustment could explain why the
hell you barge in here as if you own it. Did I suck and fuck you for the
money to open this place? No, the fuck I didn’t so show a little goddamn
respect.” She sneers at me and she’s not fucking wrong. If the situation was
reversed, I would feel the same sense of indignation and disrespect that she
is right now.
I take a seat at the bar directly across from her, steepling my hands and
staring at her.
“I deserved that, but I also deserve to know why you put October into
Turner’s orbit. You know how he is.” I cock my head at her, and she mimics
me.
“I do. I also saw October at Opal the other week, entranced by
everything. She fit in almost too well. Almost like her dad. She’s an adult
and a woman, so when we had lunch last week we talked.” The words are
said innocently enough, but nothing about Monica Sinclair is innocent.
She’s been having lunch with October at least once a month since I was
dealing with her teenage angst. Monica was a safe woman she could talk to,
and I welcomed their friendship until this moment. Now it’s coming to bite
me in the ass.
“Come off your high horse, Maverick Davis. You’re just mad because
you thought for a moment that Brandon was going to do every wicked thing
that you want to do to her. I saw her as she left your office, and she told me
about the little couch scene a few days later. If you weren’t going to give
her what she wanted, well, I was going to give her the power to get it from
somewhere else. Say whatever you want, but she was never in any danger.
You are well aware he’s safe, otherwise he wouldn’t be a member. Your
jealousy is showing. I never thought I’d see the day.” I hate her. She’s right
and we both know it, but she doesn’t need to be so smug about it.
She slides a cup of tea in front of me, and now it’s my turn to quirk an
eyebrow at her.
“I’m not giving you liquor this early. The tea should help mellow your
ass out, you grumpy bastard.”
Sipping the hot liquid, I inhale the citrus scent, letting the lemon notes
calm me down. Looking around, it amazes me how different this place
looks in the day compared to at night when it comes alive. I’m proud of
Monica and what she’s built here. She’s a woman that O can look up to
while her mother is off wandering every corner of the world.
“So, the real question is, what are you going to do about it, Mav? You
love her. You want her. When have you or any of us really given a flying
fuck what society thought of us? Two consenting adults should never have
anyone but each other in their own personal business.” She stops speaking
and I can see the gears working in her head. She’s contemplating her next
words before she utters them.
“You are a triangle. Sharp angles but steadfast, always the same shape.
You don’t waver on who you are, you never have. October, well Mav, she’s
a triangle also. The two of you are the type of people that everyone strives
to be. Unapologetic in how you live your lives and what you do. Owing no
one but the people you care about, any explanation. The two of you
coincide.” I’m dumbfounded as I hear what she’s saying. I open my mouth
to speak, but she cuts me off with a shake of her head.
 “Coincidence doesn’t mean it was by chance, like you assume.
Coincide. She is you and you are her. Two triangles fitting together
perfectly. On your own, you are a complete picture and so is she. Coming
together, you are once again a complete picture, just in a different format.
She belongs to you and you to her. You’ll see it. I believe that with
everything.” Stunned doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.
No other words are spoken as we both sit there in silence, finishing our
drinks.
Knocking my knuckles against the bar top, I stand up and walk round
the bar to give Monica a hug.
“I’m still fucking mad at you, but thank you,” I tell her before walking
back out.
I’ve got a lot to think about, but everything Monica said replays in my
head. She makes sense and I never would have thought about it in that
context.
Goddamn devil woman with her sharp wit always putting me in my
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OCTOBER

T hings have been awkward for the last few days since Thursday when I
left and spent two days at Justina’s. He called me but I didn’t answer,
instead choosing to text him, letting him know where I am and when I
would be back.
Space and time. Two things I needed at that moment, and I think he did
as well. Everything that has happened has overtaken us, and I don’t think
either of us can think clearly.
It’s like being high and you keep smoking, elevating your high and you
can’t come down enough to see through the haze yet. We need to let the
haze dissipate some so we can see the truth splayed at our feet, figuratively.
I smell the Dior Sauvage before I see him. He’s rolling the sleeves of his
burgundy dress shirt up in the bathroom mirror when I peek into his room.
He’s already got on black slacks and knowing him, those shoes cost more
than my phone.
Such a contradiction, dressed in expensive clothes that million-dollar
CEOs wear but tattooed heavily with multiple rings adorning his hands. My
thighs clench and I feel my panties dampen because this man is exquisite,
and I’ve felt him between my legs. I’ve had those hands on me, touching
and stroking. Gripping and bruising. Those teeth biting and that tongue
licking. I’m lost in it all.
“You gonna be okay because I’ve been staring at you in this mirror as
you stare at me and let me tell you, wildcat; I’m surprised there isn’t a
puddle on the hallway floor right now.” His voice cuts through, bringing me
back and chasing away the haze. Fuck, I thought I was doing better.
 “I’m sorry, October.” Shock must display on my face, because he
smirks ruefully before walking out and coming to stand in front of me. He
never apologizes. I mean, he does, but not like this.
“I lost my mind, and I took it out on you, and that is not okay. I knew. I
knew it was an out of the blue text, but I let it consume me and, like poison,
it ran rampant through me. The thought of him. The way he touched you, in
my club. I could have killed him. I wanted to, desperately. But I wanted to
fuck you even more, and that desire won over my rage.” He sinks to his
knees before me and now it’s me gazing down at him as he asks for
forgiveness in his own way.
No one else may understand it, but I do. I understand everything he’s
trying to convey, and I drop to my own knees, mirroring his exact position.
Tipping my head up so he can kiss my lips, he says, “It’s Saturday night. Do
you want to come to Opal with me?”
“I have to work.” He smirks at me before I see his eyes roll just slightly.
“Any other time, I would commend your work ethic, but I think your
boss will give you the night off. Before you even protest, you aren’t leaving
them short-staffed. Serena asked for extra hours if they come available and
would be happy to take them. So, if you want to come to Opal, the
invitation is there.” He stands up and walks to his dresser, sliding on his
watch and fiddles with the face of it until it sits just right.
Club Opal. I haven’t been back there since the night of the masquerade
party. He forbade me from going and I didn’t even bother trying because I
know I wouldn’t have been able to get in if I tried. Looking down at the
leggings and t-shirt I’m wearing, I grimace. I’m in comfy clothes until the
last minute when I would put on my skin-tight jeans and black Onyx logo
tank top for my shift.
Cataloging my closet, I try to figure out if I have anything to wear and if
I have enough time to fully get ready. Almost as if he’s reading my exact
thoughts, he says, “Go get ready. Don’t feel the need to rush. We don’t have
a time frame.” A sigh escapes me because I really do want to go, and he
eased my anxiety by giving me the go ahead. I get up and hurry out of his
room and toward my own.
Showering, I scrub every inch of my body and shave everything, even
though I did it yesterday. I don’t want underarm stubble. No fucking thank
you. I touch up my pussy, leaving the small patch of hair just above my slit.
 Toweling off, I plug in my curling iron while I start applying makeup. I
keep my face light just using a smoothing serum and adding a small amount
of blush. I pay more attention to my eyes, inking them in black, drawing my
cat eye before shaping and darkening my brows. A neutral eye shadow on
my lids and then mascara completes the look. All that’s left are my lips.
Urban Decay’s Vice in shade 69 glides on my lips, completing my
brunette bombshell look. I know what works for me and I utilize it to my
ability.
Curling my hair in soft waves until they fall down around my shoulders
and skim the top of my chest. I’m satisfied with my appearance.
I slip into a black lacy thong and matching strapless bra before pulling
up a tight black bodice asymmetrical dress with a red and black lace overlay
that falls just above my knees. Stuffing my boobs into the top, I pull the
wide straps up to sit on my shoulders before rearranging, so I’m
comfortable and nothing is going to pop out randomly.
Shoes, shoes, shoes. I think as I glance around the closet, trying to
decide. Do I go with classic black or classic red? I’m holding two different
pairs of heels in my hand, trying to decide when the choice is taken away
from me. Both are removed and the black ones are set back down, and I see
my dad bend down, lifting one foot to slip the deep red stiletto on before
setting it back down and repeating the action with my other.
His hands grip my ankles before coasting up my legs, and everything in
me wants to say fuck it. I don’t want to leave the house; I want to drop to
my knees and make him fuck my face until I choke. The smirk never leaves
his face, and I know he can tell the exact thought in my head.
“Behave. You can do that at the club. Maybe I’ll put you on display and
let all the others watch as you smear this pretty lipstick across your daddy’s
cock, hmm?” My stance is rigid because I’m both turned on and nervous.
“Come, October. Let’s go see what kind of debauchery we can get into
tonight.” He holds out his hand, a simple act, but it speaks a thousand
words.
It’s saying, Do you trust me? Trust that everything I do you’ll love?
How I won’t truly do anything you don’t want? Do you trust me?
Call me naïve. Call me stupid. Call me any name in the book, but I
know once I accept his hand that it will all change. We’ve been living in a
bit of a bubble, but tonight that changes. We both know it and so I slip my
own into his and link our fingers together, feeling the smooth platinum of
his rings against my bare skin.
He looks like a devil, and I already know he fucks like one.
Leading by both name and sin, we walk out of the house and into a den
of sin.
Deviant desires taste sweet, and I’ve never denied my sweet tooth.

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 CHAPTER 21
MAVERICK

I knew what I was doing, inviting her tonight. I was prepared for it and as
we walk in and all eyes turn to look at the knockout entering with me, I
feel pride and a bit of jealousy as men and women drink her in with their
eyes. I can see them admire her face, her curves, and the way she carries
herself. Confident and it’s only myself that can feel the anxiety flowing off
her a bit. This is new territory for her, but she’ll ease into it, I have no
doubt.
I feel him before I see him moving toward us. Lincoln fucking Ashford.
Friend. Lover. Pain in my goddamn ass.
“Mav.” He grins at me, appraising both October and me. He knows this
is my daughter. He’s watched her go from teenager to adult and never once
has he looked at her as anything but my daughter… until now.
I can see the subtle change in him as he shifts on his feet, and he bites
his lip before dragging his gaze back to my own. A half smirk on his face,
sheepishly looking at me like how could I blame him? Quirking an eyebrow
at him, I shake my head at his antics.
October watches our silent conversation, trying to read between the
lines.
It’s only when I bend down and whisper in her ear, “Do you want to
play with me while Linc here watches us, wildcat?” Her breathing quickens,
and I revel in it. Soaking it in as red splotches plume across the skin, but
she doesn’t say no. She doesn’t say anything and all I do is wait.
Moments later, she whispers just loudly enough for both of us to hear
her, “Yes.”
 Leading her further in, I go back into a private room, watching as
Lincoln follows us like a puppy. If he was wagging his tongue anymore, he
really would look like a puppy. He’s a good little puppy. Obedient and
won’t do anything unless I tell him to.
“Strip.”
Lincoln moves quickly, shedding his clothes until he’s naked in front of
us. His hard cock laying against his stomach as he stays standing. Not
moving or touching anything.
Like I said, a good little puppy.
“Do you see how he listens and obeys me? Didn’t even stray a finger to
touch his aching cock. He’s been hard since you walked in. Isn’t that right,
puppy?” I’m standing behind October but eyeing him. Watching her finally
noticing him as well gives me a rush.
“Yes, it’s true. As soon as she walked in it was like I couldn’t see
anything else but her and you. She looks just like that one actress. There
was a show about two girls in New York City who worked in a diner and
had a cupcake business.” He trails off, realizing he’s rambling. No one
gives a fuck about the show.
“I’m going to undress you now. You want me to stop, say Ten. Do you
understand?” I don’t touch her. She needs to have the clearest head for this
moment.
“Yes.” I clear my throat at her answer.
“Yes, Sir, I understand. If I want to stop, all I have to do is say the word
Ten.” I look at Lincoln and he nods his head at me, letting me know she’s
clear and concise. We both understand here.
Moving her hair to one side, I step closer letting my fingers drift to push
the straps of her dress down, letting her pull her arms free before I continue
my descent pushing the material off her chest and down her body.
Bending my head so only she can hear me, I whisper into her ear,
“Before you can even let it cross your mind, don’t think about him seeing
your stomach. I can tell you right now he loves it just as much as I do. Own
it and your power. Don’t let it hold you back.” And I push until it pools at
her feet and hold on to her as she steps out of it.
Left in nothing but her undergarments and heels, she stands there,
shivering from the heady feeling in the air. I pull her backward until we
reach the chaise lounge in here and perch her on it before stepping back.
 Walking back to Lincoln, I don’t even need to verbalize what I want. He
already knows and starts removing my clothing for me, folding each item,
and setting it on the ledge by the door like the good boy he is.
“Touch yourself, wildcat. Show us what you do late at night when
you’re all alone in bed and no one is there to make you orgasm except
yourself.” I give the command and wait to see if she’ll follow through.
She drags her fingers over her thighs before spreading them just a bit as
we watch her. Getting bolder on each pass, she finally has her legs splayed
open, and we can see the thin fabric barely covering her center.
Her fingers move over the lace that I know has to be wet before finally
dipping beneath it and touching herself.
I move to stand behind Lincoln, “Do you like watching my daughter
fuck herself?”
I can see his cock leaking, red and angry as we listen to the squelch of
her fingers moving in and out of her center and the labored breaths leaving
both him and her.
“Since you’re such a good boy, I’ll let you touch yourself. Go ahead,
Lincoln, fuck your fist as you watch my wildcat.” I give him permission
and he doesn’t hesitate, groaning as he finally wraps his hand around his
shaft. Angrily tugging on it.
Like a maestro, I flit between the two of them, conducting them in their
masturbation.
“How does it feel to have his eyes on you? To know he’s watching you
and getting off on it? Does it make your cunt drip more and tighten?” I ask
her, and her pupils look at me, blown lost to her pleasure. Yeah, she loves
this shit.
I’ve ignored my own cock until now. Gripping it, I start jacking myself
as I watch the scene play out before me.
I can see they are both about to come and, well, I just can’t have that.
“Stop. Both of you.” Lincoln groans, but like the little trained puppy he
is, he stops and drops his hands.
October, on the other hand, protests as her hand slaps harder against her
pussy, trying to drive her fingers in deeper.
“I said fucking stop, October.” I rip her hand out from her panties and
hold her wrist tightly. Not enough to hurt or bruise, but so she knows I
meant what I said.
 “Please, fuck. I was almost there.” She whines and begs, and I keep
ahold of her as I thrust into my fist twice more before I spill come all over
her cloth-covered pussy.
Letting go of her wrist, I step back. “You need to listen better.” Her
pupils are still wide and she’s panting heavily, and I decide to push her
further.
“Clean her up,” I tell Lincoln and he doesn’t hesitate to move closer and
drop to his knees before us. He looks up at her before looking at me,
waiting. Presumably to see if she’s going to protest.
“She knows what to say, and she hasn’t said it. So, clean her the fuck
up,” I bark out at him and that’s all it takes for him to drop down headfirst
into her cunt. Licking and sucking every ounce of my come from her skin
and panties. I know she can feel his tongue probing her through the fabric. I
don’t even watch, too captivated by her staring at me and I her.
“He’s a good boy. You should reward him by coming all over his face. I
know you want to come, babygirl. Soak his face and let him walk out of
here covered in you.” My words trigger her orgasm as he keeps licking and
sucking her sensitive flesh and she comes, squirting out her climax, and all
three of us groan.
He doesn’t wait for the command he knows is coming. He pulls back,
sitting back on his heels, looking at me. His short beard is soaked, and the
puddle below him gives it away that he came while eating her.
Bending down, I kiss him, licking his lips and tasting October on him.
“You’re excused, Lincoln. Thank you and, as always, such a good boy.”
I give him words of praise, petting his hair and face, watching the euphoria
cross his face. He stands up, glancing at both of us before nodding and
quickly getting dressed. He stops and turns.
“Thank you, both of you,” before he leaves.

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OCTOBER

S ilence descends as soon as the click of the door is heard shutting behind
Dad’s friend Lincoln.
The man that just ate my pussy until I came all over his face. The one
my dad calls a puppy, a good boy. At first, I felt a little gross at those words,
but the more he said them, the more appealing they came to be.
Maybe I don’t dislike them at all, and Lincoln was all of those things.
The way he listened to my dad was intriguing. The way he knew what he
wanted without having to be told. Silent communication that only comes
from being intimately entwined with someone frequently.
He sits down in the armchair in the corner, and I frown, “Why are you
over there?”
“Because I can see it all play out across your face, and I know you have
questions. I’m sitting over here so you can ask them, and I can answer,
because if I sit next to you, I’m going to be in your cunt and no talking will
happen except when I command you.” My thighs quiver and my core
clenches because yes, please, I want that as well.
“Are you two…”
“Together? No. Do we fuck? Yes, sometimes. Randomly throughout the
years. There are no feelings there except our friendship. Lincoln has his
own demons he battles and an unrequited love that spans the ages, but that’s
his story to tell. We are friends and there is a mutual respect and
understanding there. Nothing less and nothing more.” I sit back, thinking
over his words. I believe everything he said. It’s clear as day there isn’t
anything romantic between them.
“Have you guys… done that before?” I gesture around the room.
 “Mm. Play with others? Yes, but let me be clear. That was different
from what happened here. I trust him explicitly. I would only ever allow
him to scene with us, no one else. Letting others watch? I have no issue
with, but no one will be touching you but me. Ever.” I mull over his words,
letting a bitter tang gather on my tongue before I let the next question out.
“And what about you? Am I supposed to let others touch you? Fuck
you? Do you expect me to watch?” Rapidly they fall from my mouth.
He just looks straight at me, stone-faced. “Do you want me to fuck
others? Watch as they touch me and do wicked things with me? Do you
want to extend those claws of yours right now and scratch the eyes out of
anyone who dares try?” Fucking answering questions with more questions,
because of fucking course he is.
“I—” Pausing, I take a couple of deep breaths before continuing, “No. I
don’t want them touching you, fucking you, or doing anything with you.
They can watch us, but that’s it. Lincoln—”
I shake my head because I truly don’t know about Lincoln. If we’re
together, I don’t want them to keep fucking, but I don’t even know how to
approach that.
“Is a nonissue. Lincoln and I scratch an itch. There are plenty of others
he scratches an itch with, and he won’t be devastated, and neither will I.
You have my word.”
In this world, your word is your bond. Mean what you say and say what
you mean.
His word is enough about this. I have no reason to doubt it.
“What else do you want to ask?” he inquires, but there’s nothing left to
say.
“Only one thing. Are you going to fuck me in here or out there in front
of the crowd?” I say saucily, and the grin that stretches his face excites and
terrifies me.
He stands up so fast I actually throw myself back against the chaise as
he takes two long strides and scoops me up and over his shoulder.
“Hey!” His hand lands firmly across my ass, heating the skin and
causing the sting from his palm to travel directly to the throbbing in my clit.
He’s striding down a hallway, and part of me is afraid he’s going into the
main room, but he turns and takes me into a smaller area.
Only a third of the size of the main room, there is a bar and various
chairs and couches which have random couples sprinkled throughout. A
much quieter venue and my nervousness tampers down. He walks us to the
bar, nodding to a few people before putting my ass right smack on the
smooth granite.
“What are you doing?” He drags my panties down, wrapping them
around his wrist before pushing my legs open wide, exposing me to him
and everyone else in here. Most of them aren’t even watching, lost in their
own ecstasy.
“I’m giving you what you want. You don’t want to be in front of
everyone, all eyes on you, watching every little move and seeing
everything. Here, you can have the experience you crave and be
comfortable. Remember, I won’t ever give you anything you can’t handle.”
Tension bleeds out of me as I fully grasp what he means. He leans over,
drawing my tongue into his mouth, fucking mine like he fucks my pussy.
Harsh but controlled.
“Lay back, I’m famished.” He pushes me down with a hand on my
sternum before lifting my legs and placing them over his shoulders, the
sharp points of my heels digging into his shoulder blades. Suctioning onto
my clit, he slurps and eats me as if he’s a man on a mission. Lips, tongue,
and teeth battle for purchase on me. He uses everything in his arsenal,
including his fingers, to spread me wide so he can devour me.
The cold of the bar top cools my overheated skin as I thrash. I can feel
my hair tangling from the way I’m throwing my head from side to side.
Two fingers slide into my center, and the thumb of his other hand
presses on my bundle of nerves. The rest of his hand is flared out along my
lower belly. His shoulders press in, making me spread my legs further, and I
feel his wet tongue flick across my asshole.
I jump but the weight of him holds me down. “Relax. I ain’t fucking
you here yet.” Like that’s supposed to be reassuring. He goes back to
licking between my hole and the sensitive area between it and my pussy
while pumping his fingers in and out until the sensations overwhelm me
and I shatter, squirting over the bar and covering him in it.
He looks up at me before pulling his fingers out, and poking his tongue
out to lick his lips and any other trace of me he can reach.
“Oh god. I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Not god, baby. But you can call me your own personal devil.” I don’t
know when he did it, but he notched himself at my entrance and he drives
into me at once, forcing two of his fingers into my mouth at the same time.
I can taste myself immediately, so I know these were the same two digits
that made me come just moments before.
He fucks into my body with wild abandon, shoving his cock and hand
as far as they can go into my body. I gag and feel tears spill down my face
as saliva dribbles from between my stretched lips.
“Daddy’s little fucking whore. Do you feel the eyes on you as you
choke, making a mess?” His degrading words make my core clench tighter,
and my eyes roll further back into my head. I let the feelings wash over me,
losing myself to everything until all I can feel is him.
“Came all over my bar, leaving your juices behind for someone to have
to clean up. Do you think Brian here behind the bar is going to use a rag or
his tongue to clean up the mess you made? I pay him enough; he’ll do
whatever I tell him to. Maybe I’ll make you fucking clean it up.” I use my
hand to brace myself against the lip of the bar to keep from falling off as he
drives further into me, unable to speak even if I wanted to.
A sharp slap against the top of my pussy sets off my climax, smaller
than before, but my body is so overstimulated all I can feel is the never-
ending tremors as I hear my dad grunt before stilling, spilling into me.
I don’t know how much time passes, lost to the sensations still running
through my body until I feel a tongue licking me, sucking hard at my sore
hole. The slurping sounds are illicit and finally I open my eyes and see his
bright green eyes staring at me.
But if he’s looking at me, who’s…
Leaning up on my elbows, I see Lincoln between my legs again, this
time with no barrier, cleaning my dad’s come out of me. Dad pets his hair as
he works and then Lincoln pulls back, and Dad tilts his head to inspect the
job he’s done.
“Look at this puffy, red pussy. You’re gonna be sore for a bit, wildcat.”
He turns his head to Lincoln, offering him praise, “Immaculate clean-up
job, puppy. Thank you,” before pressing a kiss to his head and watching as
he walks off.
“We’re gonna go to my office here and get cleaned up, and then let’s go
home. You need to rest, and all I want to do is hold you.” My body sags in
relief as he carries me in a bridal hold with my arms looped around his
neck.
I’m so sleepy.
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MAVERICK

I ’m lying here in my bed with October curled into my side. She kept quiet
most of the time when we cleaned up and on the drive home, lost to her
own head space. I made sure she was clean and safe. Made her drink some
water and offered her some food. Taking care of her is paramount over
anything else.
I may treat her like a whore, but we both get off on it. Treating her like a
queen any other time is as fundamental to my being as having a healthy
outlet for all my desires. I think she’s fully starting to realize how my life is
like, and while I’ve never treated anyone with the level of care as I do her, I
always make sure anyone I’ve ever played with is safe and okay afterwards.
My shirt is huge on her and seeing her in my clothes does something
primal to me. I will my dick to fucking chill out because now is not the
time. We’re both tired and chasing an orgasm right now is unnecessary.
But some other time if I was to come home and see her in the house
with nothing but this shirt, I’m going to chase her until I can sink myself
into her. Primal has never been high as one of my kinks, but right now, I
have a newfound appreciation for it.
I’ve spent the last hour stroking her hair, waiting for her to fall asleep,
but she hasn’t. She’s still awake and finally I break the silence, “What
troubles you, O? Usually by now, you’d be passed out.” Concern colors my
tone because if she’s not fucking okay, then I’m not half the man I thought I
was.
She sighs before pulling out of my arms and sitting up. Turning to face
me, she crosses her legs underneath her and pulls my t-shirt over her knees.
I sit myself up and rest against the headboard, giving her space and the time
to say whatever is weighing on her.
“What are we?” her brow furrows and I see the stress lining her face.
It’s a valid question and the talk we should have had two days ago before I
had to be a dick would have eased her worries. She’s back down to earth
and no longer caught up in the haze that surrounds us, and now all of it is
coming up.
Smoothing my fingers down her forehead and bridge of her nose, I
reach down to her hands and lace my fingers through hers. Something so
uncomplicated, but the sheer act is a level of intimacy that I am unfamiliar
with. But it feels right, holding her hand and experiencing something much
rarer than fucking and pleasure. The pleasure this brings is the closest
feeling I’ll ever get to being holy.
“We’re triangles.”
A laugh escapes her before a, “What?” slips out.
I smile because now I have to explain it to her. I tell her about what
Monica said, and how she explained it to me.
“Triangles, huh? I guess I can get behind that title.” She gives me a
beaming smile back.
“We are whatever we want to call ourselves, October. Together. A
couple. I know we talked briefly earlier about no one touching the other, but
let me make myself clear. I want you, that much is evident. I love you more
than I will love anything else in this world and the next. You are chaos in an
angelic form for me. They call me a devil but make no mistake, I will love
you with the same ferocity that I love hell. Wholly and completely. Never-
ending and with no limits. I will capture the moon so you can bathe in its
light. All you have to do is wish for it and it’s yours. That’s how I will love
you from here and now and until a sinner like me sits on the throne below.”
I blow out a breath because I just gutted myself from sternum to stomach
and spilled everything I’ve held in tightly. Part of me is nervous about how
she’ll respond to everything I just said.
“If I’m chaos and you’re the devil, then I’m happy to be with you in
hell. I’ll follow you for always, because what I’ve been trying to tell you for
weeks is that there is nowhere else I would want to be. I knew it
subconsciously before I really confronted myself about it. As soon as I saw
you that night, it’s like it all clicked. Two triangles merged into one final
form.” A lingering anxiety leaves me because she gets me. She understands
me and us better than I could have hoped for.
I tried to fight it. My attraction and hers. I wanted to keep her pure and
untainted from the venom that runs through my veins, but what I failed to
realize was that it was the same. I was denying her to be her most authentic
self. Trying to force her into a box that she didn’t belong in.
And that’s the thing about life. We can only force it for so long before
something snaps and breaks.
She wasn’t meant for society.
She was meant for me.
All wild hair and sharp claws.
Soft yet fierce.
She was the part I’ve been missing for thirty-plus years, and I no longer
feel that way.
What’s the devil without a queen to conspire in sin with?
He’s just a mere mortal man.
And I’ve never viewed myself as a mortal man.
If there really is a Hell, then I hope one day to be there and claim it for
my own, just like I’ve claimed her. A queen of darkness and depravity.
A deviant all of my own.

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OCTOBER

I put my arms behind my back and stretch, feeling my vertebrae crack. I

quit working at Onyx about a month ago to take this flex job.
I work half the week in the office and the rest of the week I can work
from home, which is a nice change of pace. I never get stagnant, staring at
the same four walls of an office area for five days straight.
Bartending was just a way to pass time as I looked for work elsewhere,
and after Dad and I got together, I just preferred no longer working for him.
Our world was already so tightly bound together, we both needed a line
drawn in the sand for professionalism. But that month I spent working the
bar at Onyx was one of the funnest times of my life, and I don’t regret it at
all.
Leaving the room that Maverick, yes, I refer to him by his name more
often than not, turned into a home office for me, I head to the kitchen. I pull
items out of the fridge and the pantry so I can get started on making dinner
for tonight.
Before we head to Opal.
All I know is Maverick has something planned, and I’m both excited
and nervous. In the last two months I’ve been to the club numerous times,
sometimes to play and sometimes just to watch. He either joins me or he
takes care of whatever has popped up that requires his attention.
I’m seasoning steak when my phone goes off.
Justina: Can I drag you out or are you spending the night bouncing on
Daddy’s dick? Winky face. Drooling emoji
I roll my eyes at my best friend. I still remember the day I had to tell her
that she wasn’t high as fuck when she saw us kissing at the club. We were
there for a girl’s night and Ian had just dropped drinks off at our table when
I told her I’d be right back.
I slinked off so I could pop into his office knowing he was working on-
site that night, and he was in the hallway coming toward me.
“Hey wildcat. I was just popping out to say hi to you two and making
sure you guys didn’t need anything,” he told me and I leaned up to kiss him,
pushing him against the wall. His hands were on my ass as he ground his
erection into my belly.
Pulling away, I told him, “I need to get back to Justina.”
A throat cleared before I heard her, “Oh, don’t stop on my account. I
was enjoying the show and have so. Many. Questions.” The smugness in her
tone was not unnoticed.
“Go on, and yes, you can tell her. You aren’t my fucking secret and she’s
your best friend. Give her a chance to prove you wrong.” He already knew
where my head was at.
Justina and I walked back out and went back to our table, and I laid it
all out on the table. I told her literally fucking everything, not leaving a
single moment out.
I remember what she said to me after it was said and done.
“October, I love you. You’re like my sister and I will never judge you.
Unless you wear stripes and polka dots together. Then I’m judging the fuck
out of you. You’re happy, happier than I’ve ever seen you and you finally
are you. I can’t explain it. I don’t have the words, but this is who you were
meant to be. I’m so fucking happy for you and that you got some fine-ass
dick. Some daddy dick, to be exact. I just know he’s got that devil dick.”
If she only fucking knew.
I finish preparing the salad and put the baked potatoes in the oven to
cook before going outside to start the grill. It’s when I’m standing there
watching the coals ignite and burn that he appears. Dressed all in gray from
his suit to his shoes, he looks delicious and all mine. His arms are gripping
the sliding glass door frame on the other side of the deck, and we both just
stare at each other.
One eyebrow raises, and I stop resisting. Closing the lid of the grill, I
move toward him, leaning up on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his jawline
before giving him a kiss on the lips.
“I missed you.”
 “I bet you did.” Dropping his arms, he pulls me into his body, holding
me close and burying his face into my hair. I feel him breathe me in before
placing a soft kiss on my crown.
“I missed you too, baby. I’m gonna go change and then I’ll cook the
steak if you’ll put them on the grill for me.”

We’re doing the dishes side by side after dinner. He washes and I dry as our
hips sway, bumping into each other.
I never pictured I’d be twenty-two, almost twenty-three, living with a
man and in a serious relationship. If you had told me it would be with my
dad and I’d be frequenting a sex club, I would have choked on laughter, but
it’s funny how my life worked out.
I couldn’t picture it any way else.
The last dish is dry, and he’s tugging me out of the kitchen and up to our
room.
“Go shower and I’ll leave an outfit out for you on the bed,” Maverick
tells me, and I’m intrigued. It’s not the first time he’s put clothes out for me,
but I know he has something in mind tonight. It’s almost sinister the way
the words came off his tongue, but I shower quickly.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I stop to look at the bed. I can’t do my
hair or makeup until I have some idea of what I’m wearing.
A black cat suit, not leather but some kind of sheer material with darker
material just barely covering my intimate parts, but that’s the least
surprising thing. Tall black stiletto boots that lace up are next to it, but my
eyes stray to the all-black headband with a pair of stiff slightly curved black
cat ears with a lacy overlay on them and rhinestones. They almost look like
horns, devil horns.
Pulling the headband closer, I look at it again, and I hear him chuckle.
“These aren’t rhinestones, are they?” I question him.
He just shakes his head.
“No, wildcat. They most definitely are diamonds. Finish getting ready
while I get cleaned up. We’ll leave for Opal as soon as you’re ready.”

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MAVERICK

C oming home to October is one of my favorite things about this life. I

don’t ask her to make dinner, but she does sometimes, and I always
make sure to let her know how thankful I am. I may have gone overboard
tonight, but I know tonight I’m going to strip her down, so I wanted to give
her additional praise now.
The last two months have had their own ups and downs. We both are
stubborn and prideful. We use our words harshly, battling verbally, with
neither one of us backing down. Usually over insignificant issues, like if
she used the last of the coffee creamer, or did I remember to buy tampons.
Domesticity at its finest, but if the worst things in our life are these, then
I welcome them.
I can’t wait to see her all dressed up, my pretty little wildcat.
The look on her face as she realized the hundreds of little diamonds I
had sewn into the ears that will adorn her head today was fucking adorable.
I’m drinking a glass of water because I want to be completely sober for
tonight when I hear her heels clack on the stairs. Setting down the glass, I
smooth my hands down my shirt. I’m wearing all black, even my watch. I
turn my right wrist over, looking at the black bat identical to October’s own
that I got three weeks ago from my old friend Banks Madden at his shop
Edge of Insanity. I remember coming home and surprising her. Only thing I
added was an ornate O below it.
I may mark her with my come every chance I get, but she has as much
claim and a permanent mark on me.
My mouth goes dry as she steps into my line of sight.
 She looks better than I even could have imagined. The epitome of
opulence without even trying. I’m envious of myself right now.
I have half a mind to drag her back up the stairs and tie her to our bed so
no one but me sees her like this.
“Put your tongue away and let’s go.” She straightened her hair, so it’s a
sharp long sheet on both sides of her head, and her staple red lip and cat eye
is present. Squinting, I notice her lashes are longer than normal, so she must
have added them. Her eyes are smokey instead of the neutral look she
usually goes for.
She looks like every wet dream I’ve ever had rolled into one.
“I love you.”
She beams at me, “I know you do. I love you too.”
“Good, just making sure you know that, because tonight I’m fucking
you like I don’t. Fuck.” And with that, I place my hand on the small of her
back and lead her out of the house and into my car.

Walking into Opal I see Lincoln, Callum and Royce right away. Turning
slightly, I see Clark and Caroline sitting back in a booth and we both nod to
each other. I’ll speak to my best friend later. There are more important
things that need to be done.
We keep moving until we stop in one of the rooms I had the staff
prepare and keep closed until we got here.
The glass window spans two of the four walls, allowing anyone who
wants to watch the ability.
October sees this and I stop in front of her so I can read her face. We
spend minutes just staring at each other before finally she nods.
“I’m good. Promise,” she tells me.
“I have my word, and I’ll use it if I need to. I’m ready.” We spent
countless hours talking about this. Maybe not this exact scenario, but about
being on display. Having a crowd explicitly there to watch her and to have
her perform. I would have never had this set up if I didn’t truly think she
wanted it.
“Keep your eyes on me. Just me. It’s only us here until you’re ready to
see everything else. You understand?” I tell her. All of her attention focused
on me should help distract her enough to let that lingering nervousness
disappear.
“Get on your knees, baby. Pull my cock out and make Daddy feel
good.” I hold a hand out, letting her slip her own in mine and helping her
get to the floor in those ridiculously tall boots I made her put on.
People start to gather, but I’ve positioned us so her back is to them, and
she doesn’t even notice. She’s undoing my pants and tugging them down
just enough for my cock to spring free, and it smacks her in the face with
how close she is.
Her small hands grab my shaft, pulling it all the way out and freeing my
balls before she swallows me in one gulp.
“Fucccccck,” I groan out, sliding a hand behind her head, careful not to
knock her cat ears off. She’s gotten too goddamn good at sucking my cock,
and I feel the conceited smile pulling her mouth up.
More people gather, the need to watch a man and his daughter fuck
fueling their own corrupted desires. There is no longer space as every
available spot is taken. I see Lincoln, Callum and Royce front and center,
and I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t end up somewhere after this to
cause a little scene themselves.
She is soaking my dick with her mouth, and I feel my precome and
saliva slipping down to coat my balls as she works her tongue and hands in
tandem. I don’t even bother trying to hold back my orgasm to draw this out.
I’m too eager to come so I can play with her.
My climax is hovering just at the edge when I grab the hair where her
scalp meets her neck and pull her off.
“But wh—” I silence her with one stern look before letting her go and
walking over to the table I had brought in.
Three strokes are all it takes before I come, draining my dick until it
hangs semi-hard.
I grab the stainless-steel dish with the Wildcat engraved into the side
and bend down, putting it on the ground.
“Crawl. Crawl to me,” I instruct her and she looks confused for a
moment, and I half expect her to safe word right now. I’m prepared to end
this if she needs to, but she leans down and starts crawling to me on all
fours. Those goddamn cat ears bouncing at each slink along with her tits
and ass.
 She stops right in front of me and looks down at the bowl, and that’s
when she sees it's full of my come. This is the make-or-break moment. I
don’t look at everyone watching, but if I did, I imagine they are all holding
their breath, waiting to see how this plays out.
I expect her to question me, but she looks up at me with eyes full of
trust and need, and I squat down. Petting her hair and running my hands
down her back, I give her the command and the permission she seeks.
“Go ahead and drink. Lap up my come like the pretty little kitten you
are.” I grab her hair gently, holding it back as she bends forward and pokes
her tongue out and starts licking up the liquid in the dish. Her little moans
and mewls have my cock starting to harden again, and I finally look up and
watch the crowd.
Each and every one of them is captivated by her, as they should be.
“Such a good girl for Daddy. I’m so proud of you.” I praise her over and
over, letting it override any humiliation she feels at having to drink my
come like a cat. When I notice every drop is gone and she’s licked it clean, I
pull her back up.
Dragging the zipper down her back, I expose her flesh to the onlookers
before peeling the lacy material down until I hit her boots. Unlacing them, I
tug both off and remove the rest of the bodysuit until she’s naked except for
that damn headband.
I touch her breasts, playing with her nipples before sliding my fingers
between her legs and feeling the slick covering her thighs. She’s so turned
on I imagine she could come within minutes, and I slide two digits into her
center, sinking in to the second knuckle.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass tonight. Remember not to tense up, baby,” I
whisper in her ear to let her know what I have planned. I’ve fucked her here
a few times, but I always like to remind her to fucking relax. She gets stuck
in her head sometimes.
She nuzzles my hand, reminiscent of a cat rubbing up against its owner,
and I bask in the feeling it gives me. Stroking each strand of hair and
touching softly along her hairline. There is no convention label upon us in
this community because no one would understand. We’re triangles and I
quite enjoy only her and I knowing what that means.
“Ready?” I ask her, holding her gaze until I see her steadiness. Yea,
she’s ready.
 I spin her around so her eyesight is filled with all the watchers pressing
up against the window. All of their pupils blown out watching what we’re
doing, and it spurns me on. I love feeling the caress of them as I’m
watched. I get high off it, being watched knowing that I control their desire.
This club? I control desire.
My scenes? I control desire.
Her? I control desire.
My body and mind were created for it like a Bacchanalian party of old
come back to life.
“They both want to be you and want to be me. Forever their own desires
dueling between which. They want to be you, my dirty little whore wildcat
crawling around, drinking come from a bowl. They want to be me, playing
your body like the instrument it is until you exhale your last note before
drifting off into the ether.” She shudders at the words I’m painting. A vivid
picture plays at each thought, and all of it is true.
I've been fielding countless comments about this. Men and women alike
have approached me about October since I made myself off-limits.
The need to have something now explicitly forbidden amping up their
carnal urges to experience just one single taste.
Denied.
No one will ever be able to claim that, save for one.
Lincoln Ashford. I see him fidgeting as he looks at us. He’s transported
to the one and only time I let him enjoy us together. He’ll never cross the
line, but if I gave him one small indication, he would cross the threshold
without a thought and join us right now.
I crowd the space behind her, resting my chin on her shoulder as I cup
her breasts, letting the heavy weight settle on my palms, and I squeeze them
gently before tweaking her large, darkened nipples until they are hard. I
pinch one hard enough. She gasps, and her legs move together, trying to
alleviate the ache between them.
Letting her squirm for a few moments, I finally cup her belly and she
doesn’t even flinch. I’ll never get tired of her, no longer shying away from
her body, from the extra meat here and along her sides, hips, and thighs. It
makes me happy that all the work I’ve put in has paid off because this is
one of the sexiest things about her.
The tops of my fingers play in the pubic hair she has, and I know she’s
getting impatient. Her hands are gripping my legs and she’s digging her
fingers in to try to stop herself from acting out.
Unable to hold out any longer, I don’t even ease her into it and thrust
three fingers into her cunt, feeling her walls try to stretch to accommodate
the intrusion.
“Ow.” Her words indicate pain, but her tone lets all of us know she
fucking likes it. Her body adjusts quickly, swallowing up my fingers and
tightening down on them as I thrust in and out, making sure to push against
the little spongy button on her upper wall.
“Look at them as you come all over my hand and make a mess, baby.”
Her orgasm washes over her and just like I commanded, she drips down my
hand as she shakes. Pulling the digits out, I hold them out to the crowd
before wiping them across her chest and turning her around.
Pushing all of my love into the kiss, I give her strength and desire as
well until she’s mewling again.
“Love you,” I whisper against her lips before bending her over the
chaise.
I grab the lube from the table, popping it open and letting it fall onto my
cock, which has once again hardened to the point of it being damn near
painful. I stroke it all over my shaft, twirling my fist at the head before
rubbing some of it into my sac until everything glistens like it just took a
bath in her pussy.
Pouring some on her ass, I rub it into both large cheeks, letting myself
grip each bouncy muscle before gripping one to pull it apart and rubbing the
lube along her crack and pushing more into her hole with my finger.
“Relax.” I stroke my other hand up and down her back to get her body
to loosen up and finally it does, and I add another finger, scissoring the two
in order to get her ready for my dick. I’m not monster-cock sized, but seven
inches is still gonna require a little prep.
When she’s loosened up enough, I grip both cheeks, fully exposing her
to me as I rest the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly push. Her
body naturally resists me, but I am persistent and with a few more gentle
pushes, it pops in, clamping down hard at the tip.
Feeding another inch into her before pulling back has me shallowly
fucking her body until I slam into the hilt until my balls slap against her
pussy, and I groan at being encased by her.
Indiscernible words mixed with moans are muffled by her head into the
soft fabric of the lounger. I hold myself still as I reach into the table drawer
and grab the item I stashed there earlier.
A purple g-spot vibrator with fluttering cat ears to rest right alongside
her clit. I reach down, sliding the device between her slit until it slips right
in before I tilt it down, so it rests right where I want it to.
“This is the only way you’ll feel two cocks in you, baby. En-fucking-joy
it,” I say before flicking the switch and turning on the vibration. I can feel it
through the thin wall that separates us, and the way my hand is resting to
hold it allows my balls to rest right on the base of the toy as well.
Goddamn, I love my little partners in crime.
“Put your arms in the small of your back.” I direct her and like the
obedient little kitten she can be, sometimes she listens without giving me
any of her smart mouth. She holds her wrists together without me even
having to tell her, and that pleases me. She’s coming into her own and
learning to read my cues.
Looping my free arm behind them, I pull her back, trapping her and
forcing her to look out.
“No hiding your beautiful face. Own it and let them watch as I come
deep into this fine ass,” I growl out as I start thrusting in and out of her, my
body forcing the vibrator to dig in deeper. The tandem work of both has her
sobbing and I know if I could see her face right now, there would be tears
running down her cheeks.
“They’re watching your tits bounce as I move in you. Watching how
you’re helpless, unable to move, and the only thing you can do is take this
dick and cry. Pretty little wildcat tears that turn to moans. I’m gonna come
in your ass and then stick a plug in it so you have to walk out of here stuffed
full of me until I let you go home and shower. My perfect. Pretty. Whore.”
She’s coming before I can even tell her to wait for me, and I can’t find it
in me to be mad. Her body has locked up and the vise her ass has on my
dick feels like it might just cut it off, and I force myself to pull almost all
the way out before thrusting back in.
Removing my hand from the vibrator, I grip her throat as I violently
move inside her, chasing my own climax, and the tingling in my balls tells
me it’s rising and within moments I’m coming, filling her with all of me.
I pull out and quickly reach into the drawer to grab the plug and push it
into her.
“Wha—” I finally hear words leave her mouth.
 “You know better. Nothing I say is ever in jest, baby. You did good. So
fucking proud of you.” I tell her loud enough that everyone can hear us. I
don’t even bother looking at them, just flick my hand to signal that it’s over,
and they all need to disperse.
Linc is the last one lingering, giving me a small smile before hitting a
switch that immediately darkens the windows and then he shuts the door,
leaving us alone.
I pick her up and lie back on the lounger, draping her over me.
“How did you know?” Her question is soft, and the puffs of air hit my
neck and brush up against my beard.
I debate on telling her exactly how I knew everything she wanted me to
do to her since she’s never verbalized it. Part of me wants to keep quiet and
let her think I really can read her damn mind. Instead, I give her the truth
because I promised both of us I would never keep something from her, and
a lie by omission is still a lie.
“You really gotta watch what you’re writing in your notes app. You
added this to the grocery list and, well, who am I to deny you anything you
want? Can’t really find it at Hill Shoppe, but I had no issues cooking this up
from scratch.” I laugh out loud, shaking the both of us.
“Oh, my god. I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I did that.” She
burrows further into my neck.
“I love our own version of domesticity, baby. I once told you that I
would love you more than I love Hell. I would wrangle the moon and
capture the sun for you. I’m not perfect, but I’ll never stop loving you and if
I had to choose between you and the world…” I put my fingers under her
chin and bring her face up to mine.
“…Let the world fucking burn.”

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 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Daddy J, sorry it’s late… again. Thank you for always doing what needs to
be done. You are the Cunt of Chaos.

Thank you to our Beta’s for always taking the shit we randomly throw at
you and helping us make it not a pile of literal crap! Shawna, Britt,
Stephanie, Jaime, and Savannah.

To everyone on our teams, and in the Banned Baddies Reader Group!! We

love you and thank you for letting us make our group our safe space!!!

To everyone on social media who stays tagging us we see you and we love
you!

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 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tate Monroe likes filthy sex, filthy mouths, and writing books that cause you to read one-handed and
question, “Do I like this?” and cause you to scroll back up to double check.

Stalk Me!
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You can find me also on Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok
Our reader group is Banned Baddies | A Rory Ireland and Tate Monroe Reader Group

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 ALSO BY TATE MONROE

Co-Writes w/ Tate Monroe

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Little Dancer - Only Available on Banned Baddies
Edge of Insanity - Only Available on Banned Baddies
No Crosses Count - Only Available on Banned Baddies
Fuckboys in Flannel
Fu*k Around & Find Out
Our Illicit Desires

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