Page 13 of Daddy's Temptation
Temporary fun.
Quit borrowing trouble, Candace,I scold myself.
The door opens before I knock. My breath catches when Andre scoops me up into his arms and crushes his lips to mine in a panty-melting kiss. I give myself over to him as his tongue tangles with mine. He licks and sucks at my lips, my tongue… I tilt my head back as he explores the side of my neck, gasping when his teeth scrape the sensitive skin on his way back to my lips.
Andre does nothing in half measures. He kisses me like he owns me, and he does. I kiss him enthusiastically, my body on fire from desire. I came for a spanking, but now I think I could escape reality with something else entirely. By the time he breaks away, I’m so turned on, I feel like I could crawl out of my skin.
All thoughts of him being embarrassed by this thing fly out the window when he levels lustful eyes on me. There is possession in that look. It says,‘you’re mine and mine alone.’It’s much easier to believe that he purposefully chose to play in the privacy of his home because he’s greedy with the time we have. He owns Bidden and Bound, there’s always some kind of distraction. Here at his place, he’s not a club owner, he’s just a man, and I’m just the woman he wants.
For now,I remind myself again. My heart aches a little at the idea this is all temporary. I’m starting to regret setting restrictions between us. He didn’t put up a fight, though. In fact, he almost seemed relieved that I wasn’t asking for promises. It’s smart to have limits. Right? It’ll keep things from getting messy…
Andre kisses the tip of my nose, and I let go of all of my doubts. Right now, we’re together, that’s what I’m going to focus on.
10
Andre
Something is bothering Candace.She’s usually full of energy and easy to smile. Tonight, she’s withdrawn and pensive, not to mention that she looks exhausted. My angel isn’t sleeping well for some reason, but I know if I ask her before she’s ready, she’ll completely shut down on me. I press a kiss on the top of her head and lead her to the table where I’ve laid out dinner.
“You cooked?” she asks, looking shocked.
I chuckle. “Even big tough doms need to eat.”
She gives me a shy smile as I pull her chair out and help her sit. “Thanks.”
I tip her face up with a finger under her chin and brush my lips lightly over hers. “Never thank me for taking care of you.”
Candace’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and she lets go of a little bit of her tension. I want to kiss her again, but my angel needs to eat. There will be time for kisses after she’s fed, and we’ve had a chance to talk.
“This looks yummy.” Candace scrunches up her nose and pushes the asparagus towards the plate's edge so it’s not so close to her mac and cheese.
I hold back a chuckle, knowing she’s going to try to get out of eating her vegetables. I almost hope she tries; it’ll be a good reason to turn her pretty ass a nice shade of pink. My cock throbs behind my zipper, imagining her freshly spanked bottom high in the air with her pussy wet and ready for my cock. I push those thoughts away. As much as I want to fuck Candace senseless, I also want to show her this thing between us can be more.
We fall into silence as we eat, though, after the first few bites, Candace starts pushing her food around the plate more than eating. I have a feeling that whatever is bothering her has been eating away at her for quite some time. Time for our little chat.
“Candace.” She’s so lost in her own little world that it takes saying her name a few times to grab her attention. “Want to tell me what’s bothering you, angel?”
Her brow furrows. I get the impression she’s weighing the truth verses claiming she’s fine. With a heavy sigh, she sets her fork down. “I think I hate my job.”
I figured that she had issues with her boss, you don’t spit in the coffee of someone you like. She’s never once hinted that business and real estate isn’t her dream job. She worked so hard through school to graduate top in her class and was so happy when she landed her job at the prestigious Sloan International.
“Why is that, angel?”
She shrugs, then worries her bottom lip between her teeth. Something she only does when she’s extremely uncomfortable or feeling especially vulnerable. She probably doesn’t even realize she does it. She spends so much of her time putting up a strong front that I can’t help but wonder how heavy that burden is for her as a babygirl who doesn’t give herself the freedom of release.
I gently cup her cheek, and using my thumb, free her lip from her teeth. “It’s okay to open up to me. You’re completely safe here.”
With a shuddering breath, she rests her face against my palm and sighs in contentment. Candace only allows herself a moment of what I think she views as a weakness before pulling away and straightening her spine. She looks as if she’s preparing for battle instead of having a conversation.
“I don’t like working in business. I think I like real estate even less…”
“Then why did you choose that for your degree?” I ask, not understanding why she would spend so much time on something that she obviously dislikes.
Her shoulders slump as she loses a bit of that hard outer shell she clings to. “It’s like playing chess. I always feel like I’m two moves behind. Instead of being the queen, I’m just a pawn waiting to be sacrificed.
“I should be working on my own accounts by now. Instead of fetching coffee and making my boss look good by doing his work for him while he screws his way through the female staff.”
“Is that why you spit in his coffee?”