Touch of Trouble (Touch Series) (9 page)

"In his bottom?" I get all breathy and needy and achy. "
Can you put your cock in my bottom, too?"

He swallows and rests his forehead at the soft spot next to my hip, his breath hot and labored over my mound. "Of course, sweetheart. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, please." Excited, I jump down from the seats and wriggle in between Daddy's legs. "First, I wanna see if your cock is wet, too." I swiftly unbuckle his leather belt before unzipping his pants. I don’t like the pain that belt can cause to my bottom, so
maybe
I scowl at it internally. In one fluid motion, I drop to my knees, and Daddy lifts his hips so I can pull down his pants and boxer briefs. My grin is triumphant. "I think you want something, Daddy."

I grasp his smooth, hard, and heavy cock; there's a small bead of arousal at the tip, and I lean over to lick that right up.
Mmm
. I love tasting Daddy, both hard and soft. Okay, hard is the best, but sometimes, before I go to bed at night, he lets me replace my thumb with his cock.

"
Fuck
, Kayla."

I giggle around his cock
, 'cause Daddy can be so funny—cussing when he's taken off guard.

Humming and soaking him with my tongue, I take him to the back of my throat and remind myself that this is about Daddy getting off. Fast. Like a contest, and I
like contests sometimes. They can be super fun. 

Behind me, I feel Dylan settling on his knees, too.

Cade lets out a gritty moan. "You're not supposed to be this good, baby—oh, Jesus fucking
Christ
, Dylan."

As Daddy gets more and more into it, his breathing uneven and shallow, I release his cock with a pop and crawl up to his lap and kiss him all over. "May I have your
cock in my bottom now?" I flutter my lashes—once, twice—and give him my sweetest smile. The one that melts him. "Pretty please?"

It works like a charm
, and he tells me to get a condom and a packet of lube from the small compartment attached to the side of the booth. It's very convenient for the few people allowed to use our private space. What's
not
convenient is that we have to use condoms, because we don’t do that elsewhere. But…safety and hygiene measures at the club and all… So, with the condom and lubrication in hand, I give it to Daddy, and he silently twirls a finger.
Turn around, baby girl
, that means.

I comply
and settle on his thighs so I face Cade.

My butt clenches in anticipation
; it's been weeks since Daddy took me anally, and it's been days since he used my favorite plug on me.

It's light yellow with white polka dots. Daddy had
it specially ordered for me because he knows yellow is my most favorite color in the whole world.

Only Daddy's cock beats that pretty plug
.

"Are you being a baby slut again?" His voice is soft, almost a taunting coo,
and it sets me on fire. I shift on his lap, though he doesn’t let me get too close, because he's slicking up his erection with lube. "Thinking about Daddy's cock?" I flush and duck my head as Cade's hooded eyes meet mine, an indecent smirk spreading across his lips. "I don’t think good little girls are allowed to wear such pretty dresses." Before I can even pretend to protest, Daddy pulls my dress over my head, leaving me in kneesocks and my purple Mary Janes with cute bows on the straps. "You'll be naked for the rest of the evening."

I gasp at that, sort of mortified at the thought. "
Daddy
! Even outside in the club?"

"Yes." He reaches around me and pinches my nipples. They get shiny from the residue of the lubrica
nt, not to mention hard from his teasing. Goodness, it feels so good. "I want everyone to see what a gorgeous little girl I have."

Oh, all right…I
guess
that’s fine.

"
Lift up." He gives my hip a light smack, and I stand up so he can position himself. But to my dismay—and then, suspicion—he circles my hole with a finger instead. As if he's going to prepare me. As if I'm not used to anal sex. As if he doesn’t like to stretch me out with only his cock. As if I haven't admitted that’s exactly how I like it, too!

"No! Nuh-uh." I twist my body and wrap my fingers around his cock as best as I can and guide it to my bottom. "You're not gonna distract me, Daddy. No, Siree." I won't allow him to stall.

"Clever little sweetheart you got there, Nicholas." Cade chuckles, but it morphs into a hiss of pleasure when Dylan…does something. Something Cade evidently loves. I can't see around Dylan's head, so I have no idea. "Are you that hungry for Daddy's come, baby?" Cade weaves his fingers through Dylan's hair and gazes lustfully at him.

Closing my eyes, I slowly sink down on Daddy's cock, involuntarily tightening my muscles before I force myself to relax and push for more. His low groan against my shoulder spurs me on
, as do his lips against my overheated skin. The pain as he reaches deeper and deeper gives a raw, biting edge to the excitement, intensifying everything I love instead of hurting me.

Once
he's completely buried inside me, I don’t pause. Need claws at me, and I lean back against Daddy to feel as much as possible. The air is thick with sex, the heavy music from outside causing the surroundings to buzz in a steady hum that only fuels my desire. Shifting my hips forward, Daddy's cock slowly slides out of me. Then I push back again, hard, and force him all the way in.

Rushing
does nothing for Daddy and me, so that’s the last thing I do. Instead I show him how needy I am for him; I whimper and pull at him, hugging him from behind, my arm around his neck, my head tilted so I can kiss his jaw.

"So beautiful." Daddy's hands roam the front of my
naked body. His palms, warm and smooth, slide down to my knees and under them. "Put your feet up here."

I quickly pull up my knees, the angle of his cock in my butt making me wince, but as soon as my feet are planted on the seat, on either side of Daddy, a bolt of pleasure shoots through me. Squatting over him like this
lets him go deeper, and it allows me more control of the movements. Control—not used to that, but I can be a greedy girl. If there's a chance to take whatever I want from my Daddy, you won't find me complaining!

"Are you watching Cade and Dylan, baby girl?"

I wasn’t, but I do it now. A flash of heat surges forward, and my eyes grow heavy with lust. No longer sucking Cade off, Dylan is now bent over the table a couple feet away, and Cade is lubing up his cock, ready to take his little boy. The sight of Cade, so masculine, strong, and assertive with his bad-boy front, caressing Dylan's smooth bottom, his thumbs sliding between the cheeks…

I moan and arch my back, riding Daddy a bit faster.

When his hand covers my pussy, pushing two fingers inside and rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clit, it's sensory overload. At the same time, Dylan's whimpered pleas for more of Cade's cock—
faster, Daddy; I want more, more, more, all of you in my butt
—leave me flustered and feverish.

Cade swallows hard, his thrusts seeming rougher than in
tended, as if he can't help himself. He grits his teeth; his neck looks strained, and tiny beads of sweat begin to trickle down his sculpted torso.

It can't be easy for him to restrain himself when he has his Little begging for more.

"Mmm, Daddy…" I turn my head and kiss his chin. "Do you like having your cock in my bottom?"

"Jesus, Kayla." H
e growls through heavy breaths, then leans closer and captures my mouth in a deep kiss. "You have no idea. Maybe—maybe you should slow down a bit—
fuck
."

"No!" I
huff and move faster. "I don’t wanna." Pressing his hand harder to my pussy, I ride both his cock and his fingers, all of which quickly brings me toward climax. The dull pain flares up and sharpens every feeling. I get hornier, more determined, needier, more desperate, and totally shameless in my chase.

Breathing is necessary, I remind myself as I get closer and closer.

"Daddy, my tummy tingles now." I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut. "Ohh!"

"Fuck, Dylan." Cade lets out a gritty groan. Skin slapping against skin. Panted breaths. "I can't—"

I can't, either. I can't hold back. My orgasm ricochets through me in a million directions, stealing my breath, awareness, and control. Every tiny explosion bursts toward my lower belly where a bigger sensation is set off. My toes curl; I shudder violently, and I'm only vaguely aware of Daddy coming, too—along with a string of bad words. Abandoning my pussy, he grips my hips hard, groans against my neck, and yanks me down on him a final time.

When I come to, I feel light
-headed and disoriented. It's like a fog, or…or, or, like when you're dreaming, and you're all sluggish.

Oddly enough, I'm not very out of breath, but maybe that passed while I was regaining a grasp o
n reality.

Daddy, on the other hand, sounds like he does when he comes home after his daily five-mile runs.

"Damn…" Cade mutters that, I think. I'm not sure. "Guess I'll start working on some furniture." There's the sound of a kiss. "You were too good, sweetheart."

A tired chuckle escapes Dylan.
"Does that mean Mr. Ford and I won, Daddy?"

Oh, right. The bet.

As I crack open my eyes, I catch Cade smirking at Dylan. "Don’t look so smug about it. He had me beat with a few seconds. And I can still spank your ass when we get to my place." He caresses Dylan's butt and dips down to kiss the spot between his shoulder blades. "Or perhaps I'll bottle-feed you tomorrow."

I giggle sleepily, knowing that Dylan is what some refer to as a Middle. He doesn’t revert to a young child like I some
times do; he's more at home as the cheeky pre-teen he was some thirteen years ago. In other words, baby stuff isn't for him at all. Then again, that’s not really my thing, either. There's a difference between being childlike and toddler-like.

Sighing in contentment, I lean back against Daddy, though a pinch of sadness seeps into me at the thought of my kittens not being allowed in the office upstairs, after all.

"I wish I'd won," I mumble wistfully, absently trailing my fingertips along Daddy's arm around my waist. "It would've been fun to decorate a corner for Jackson and Oliver. They'd love that."

Daddy h
ums and kisses my shoulder. "Good thing I'd already decided to let you bring them anyway, huh?"

I gasp and turn
my body to face him. "You really mean that, Daddy?" He smiles and kisses my nose this time. Happiness bubbles up in me. "Pinkie swear on it?" I hold up my pinkie.

He laughs softly and hooks his pink
ie with mine. "I swear, my love."

I have the best Daddy in the world!

The monthly theme night in January takes place on the 25
th
, and this time it's Edgeplay Night, which can explain the good mood Mark is in. Well, he has plenty of reasons to be happy, collaring his subs being the biggest one.

They got back from
La Jolla yesterday, and I was ecstatic to see the bliss on their faces. Evangeline's black velvet collar is gorgeous, and it has a tag in the shape of a kitten's paw where it says "Master Cooper's Kitten." Brayden's tag is shaped like a dog's paw instead, and it says "Master Cooper's Puppy" on it. Totally cute!

To make things even better, they've exchanged "I love you"s, and that means marriage...
um, however that would work with three people
...and lots of babies aren't that far away.

Right?

Anyway, what with it being Edgeplay Night and all, Mark is covering the early shift behind the bar, because he's in charge of two demos later. One breath-play scene with Brayden, and one scene with Evangeline where he's going to whip her with something called a single tail.
Scrunchy nose
.

A lot of space is needed for that, so Mark will do it on the platform for public scening in the Club; meanwhile, there will be several other demos in the Cave.

Right now, for instance, Daddy is supervising a branding scene in the Cave, and that’s why I'm
not
there. That's icky. So, I'm enjoying a Sprite in the Club instead, and Evangeline, Brayden, Dylan, and Gabriella are with me.

The only one missing is Chelsea, who is supposed to be here any minute.

Daddy's given her a management position at The Library, another club of his, which was super nice of him. So, she flew out the day before yesterday, and we helped her get settled in the apartment she's now sharing with a few others.

"There're so many people
here tonight." Brayden takes a sip from his Coke, looking a little dazed as he watches the crowded dance floor. The music
almost
drowns out his voice. "Master even told us there's some BDSM community visiting from Chicago."

Daddy's told me about that, too; they've booked the Cinema for a collaring ceremony.
There're also a few who've flown in from San Diego for the demos later, lots of regulars of course, and several out-of-towners who have been on a BDSM cruise and are ending their vacation with a visit to Switch.