Page 37 of Daddy's Temptation
I snort. “This has nothing to do with our last scene. It was perfect.” In fact, I’ve had to banish it from my mind because it was what solidified my feelings for him. It was the moment that I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Andre’s the perfect daddy for me.
“Then what? I don’t understand.”
Anger courses through my blood. Is he really going to play stupid? “I’m not a fool, Andre, and I’d appreciate you not treating me like one. I was here that night…” My voice cracks before I can say more. My emotions are all over the place. Anger and hurt both vying for control.
His brow furrows in confusion. Does he really not understand how wrong what he did was? “You’re the least foolish person I know, angel. What night are you talking about?”
“The one where you brought another submissive to this very office and dominated her!” I scream, letting my anger take full control. “The night you broke my fucking heart into a million tiny pieces! The night you became just like every other cheating bastard out there. That night.”
Andre seems stunned by my vehemence. He doesn’t stay stunned long. No, not my Andre. He shakes himself out of it and storms toward me with purpose. Before I can decide on an escape path, he’s got me in his grip. His brown eyes burning into mine as if he’s willing me to bend to his will.
“I didn’t cheat on you. I would never. God… I couldn’t so much as look at another woman, let alone dominate one. You’re my whole fucking world, Candace.”
“I heard—”
He shakes his head. “Whatever you heard isn’t what you thought it was. This is all just a misunderstanding.”
What he’s saying is impossible. I heard him in here with another woman. She was begging as he spanked her. “I heard her begging before you spanked her. You can deny it all you want, but I heard you.” A sob catches in my throat. “I couldn’t wait to see you after… You said you had work, but I wanted to see you.” I turn away so he can’t see my tears.
Of course, he doesn’t let me have my dignity, no the stubborn man whirls me around to face him again. Only this time, I’m overwrought with emotion, and there’s no hiding behind my fortress of indifference. Tears are streaming down my face, and I’m entirely open and vulnerable.
“You came here that Sunday?”
I nod miserably.
His face lights up with realization. “Sweet girl, Ididhave meetings that night.” I flinch at his words because obviously one of those meetings was with his other submissive. “Workmeetings,” he says, stressing the word ‘work.’ “I had a conference call with my accountant and a meeting here in my office with my realtor.
“A meeting that didn’t go well. One where she begged me not to fire her on the spot. I stupidly gave her another chance and damn near lost out on yet another property.”
“But I heard—”
“Me smacking my hand down on my desk in frustration and a desperate woman pleading for her job,” he explains.
Andre pulls me into his arms, banding them around my body so I can’t wriggle away even if I want to. His chin rests on the top of my head, making me feel downright petite. He’s holding me as if we’ve cleared everything up, and we’re back on even footing.
Are we?
My mind is at war with my heart. One says to run away, protect yourself. The other is dancing the mamba and celebrating being reunited with its love. I have no idea which one to listen to…
He loosens his hold on me, then tips my face up for a kiss like he’s done a dozen times before. I’m torn with indecision. Debating if this is what I really want. I spend too much time thinking because before I know it, his lips are descending on mine.
His kiss starts slow and sweet but quickly turns into a claiming. He licks at my lip, asking for entry. When I don’t instantly relent, he nips my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling a gasp from me. He quickly delves between my lips, slicking his tongue against mine until my resolve cracks, and I’m returning the hungry strokes of his tongue.
The kiss goes on and on until my lips feel swollen, and I know I’ll have beard burn from the fierceness. Still, Andre kisses me. When we finally break apart, I’m gasping for air and aching between my legs. He licks and nips his way up and down my neck as if he can’t get enough of me. It’s like he’s dying of thirst, and I’m his oasis in the desert.
I’m drowning in desire. It feels so good to have Andre's mouth on me. To be reunited with the man I’ve fallen in love with. His lips find mine again, and he devours me. When we break apart, I blink in confusion, realizing that I wrapped my legs around Andre’s waist at some point during our kiss. If it weren’t for our clothes, I would be riding his cock. As it is, I’m pressed against his hard length, probably leaving a wet spot on his jeans from how turned on I am right now.
Andre has one of his big hands palming my ass, and the other is buried in my hair. Once again, he’s kissing every inch of my neck. He squeezes my ass, working me against his cock. I groan at the sharp pleasure that small motion causes.
Fuck, this got out of control quickly.
I disengage my legs from around his waist. Despite my best efforts, a small moan falls from my lips as my body drags down his until my feet hit the floor. Jesus, he feels so good against me. So right. Which makes what I’m about to do nearly impossible.
I step out of Andre’s grasp, my fingers against my kiss swollen lips. He moves to follow my retreat, and I shake my head, putting my hand out to keep him at bay. I continue to back towards the door, shaking my head the whole way. “I can’t… we can’t… I’m sorry.”
Whirling around, I quickly run from his office, leaving a confused Andre behind. I let out a sigh of relief when I see my Uber driver still waiting. Best five-hundred dollars I ever spent. I can’t imagine having to either wave down a taxi or wait for another driver to come. I’m even more thankful when I turn to look back and see Andre standing on the sidewalk staring after my retreat.
My heart aches, but I did the right thing…