Touch of Trouble
Page 8
Oh. My cheeks heat up as I smile, also remembering. It was the night we met. "I'm really glad I came up here."
"You have no idea, sweet girl." He gently palms my cheek and presses a kiss to my nose. "You've turned my life upside down in the best ways."
And he has stabilized mine in the best ways.
Chapter 8
Only a few minutes pass in comfortable silence before there's a knock on the door.
I quickly gather Jackson and Oliver close before they can become fugitives.
"Reality interrupts." Daddy stands up and opens the door, revealing Mark with an ice pack to his neck. "You look like death warmed over, my friend." Daddy gestures for Mark to enter. "You all right?"
"I'm fine." Mark looks irritated, probably with his brother. I would be, too. Actually, I am! "I just came to tell you that everything's been taken care of, and…" He glances over at me apologetically. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Sir." I nod and wave one of Jackson's little paws at him. "Wanna say hi to Jackson and Oliver?"
His mouth quirks up. "Maybe later, honey." He turns to Daddy again. "Ray thinks you're gonna fire him for letting Greg get past him. You want me to tell him anything?"
Daddy shakes his head and walks over to sit down next to me again. "He's not getting fired. I should've had two men at the door from the beginning, not waited to see if a second was needed. I knew there was going to be a big crowd tonight." He sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. "I'll be down soon, but—"
"No rush, man. We have it covered. Rio left, but Cade's called in two more DMs, and Leo has arrived now to help Ray at the door."
Daddy frowns. "Rio left?"
That makes me frown, too.
"Yeah…" Mark furrows his brows. "He muttered something about ghosts from his past." He shrugs while my eyes widen and I slap a hand over my mouth, just knowing Chelsea's that ghost. And I missed it! Crap, crap, crap. "Want me to call in Kevin, too?"
Oh yeah, Kevin—the club manager and Daddy's right-hand man—isn't here tonight. Can't believe I forgot that, seeing as he's pretty much always here.
Daddy waves that off. "No, it's his anniversary. The man works too much—let him have his weekend off." He pauses and gives me a fleeting look. "I have a feeling I know why Rio left. I'll call him later. And this with your brother…?" He raises a brow.
Mark's scowl is back. "Oh, trust me. I'll take care of that." He brushes a thumb over his bottom lip, wincing slightly at the cut there. "I punched him for you, too, by the way. Fuckin' scratcher." He makes a face and applies pressure to the ice pack on his neck. "The cops are taking him to the hospital for a broken jaw—silver lining, right?" He sighs. "Let me know if you wanna press charges."
Ugh. I just want this past hour to go poof—like it never existed. Dragging in the police isn't gonna help me forget.
"I'd prefer to get my hands on him myself." Daddy smiles tightly. "But thank you. You should let your subs take care of you now. They're probably worried downstairs."
Mark nods, then faces me one last time. "I'm really sorry about this, Kayla."
"What?" I scrunch my nose. "Don’t be silly, Master Cooper. It's not like you're to blame for your dumbass brother." I shoot Daddy a quick look of apology. "Sorry for the cussing, but I had to. It's like that."
He chuckles and touches my cheek. "That's quite all right, sweetheart."
Good.
Dumb, dummy, dumbass Greg.
*
Once Mark has returned downstairs again, Daddy strips me down and gives me some jammies that I keep here for late nights. Just a long T-shirt with pretty hearts on it, and he tells me to rest for a while. My precious kittens are snuggled up with me under the soft blanket, and Daddy puts on soothing music for me to listen to while I fall asleep.
"Do you know what else I remember from the night we met?" He sits down next to me on the edge of the couch, and to my confusion, he lets Jackson and Oliver down on the floor.
Shaking my head in reply, I watch as the kittens play with each other, crouching and jumping and bumping in to one another and wielding their paws like swords.
"I remember the ways I wanted to cure your headache." Daddy's words certainly have my attention now! The left corner of his mouth slants up as he slowly slides a hand under the blanket. "How is your head now?"
I exhale and part my legs, his hand now caressing my inner thigh. Thank goodness for no panties. "Um." I swallow and lick my lips. "It still hurts a little." Holding up my thumb and forefinger, I show how much the painkillers haven't fixed.
He hums. "Probably best Daddy takes care of that, then." He moves farther down on the couch and bends low over my middle. The blanket is shifted aside, and then he kisses where his hands have been. "God, you smell good." He nuzzles the lips, then licks the length of my sex. "Delicious, too."
"Ohh!" My heart starts beating rapidly, almost racing. "Daddy—oh Daddy, it's not nice to tease." It's agonizing, the softness and wetness of his tongue ghosting over my needy flesh. I get goose bumps and the shivers. "Please. More."
He doesn’t reply, but he does give me more. He kisses my pussy as if he was kissing my mouth. Passionately, thoroughly, possessing it, loving it. My headache pounds as I stiffen, but I know it's only a matter of minutes before it all fades. Daddy's skilled fingers coax more wetness out of me, his lips suck on my clit, and his tongue presses down on it, circles it, and strokes it.
The buildup is maddening.
He moans quietly and licks me harder, greedier.
I squirm and buck my hips, 'cause I just can't control myself.
"That’s fucking beautiful, Kayla." He watches me with lust-filled eyes as he brings me closer and closer. His right hand comes up to cup my boobs, playing them expertly and sensually.
I suck in a sharp breath and hold it, right on that edge. The pain of my headache vibrates instead of pounds, as if it's struggling to keep up. But Daddy's fingers and mouth win. As he brushes the pad of his thumb over my back entrance, I screw my eyes shut while ripples of ecstasy shoot through me, and I explode like a shaken-up soda.
I'm like a puddle of goo, barely able to breathe. I hear breathless little whimpers and realize they're coming from me, but it's not until the pleasure has subsided that I can control much of anything.
"How is your head now?" Before Daddy lets me answer, he covers my body with his and kisses me ruthlessly. I taste myself on his tongue, feel his hardness between my thighs, and sense his need in every touch. "Christ, I'll never be able to get enough of you."
"Good." I giggle, out of breath, and that's my answer for everything he said. "May I help you now? You're so hard, Daddy."
But he shakes his head no and kisses me again, softly this time. "You're going to rest now." Then he composes himself and sits down next to me. "I've left your cell phone on the table here." He taps the coffee table and caresses my cheek with his free hand. "You can come back downstairs whenever you want, but call me first. I'll come get you." He gently unties the bows that keep my pigtails together and weaves his fingers through my long hair. "I'm afraid I'll be keeping you close for a while." I understand that, but right now I'm still more focused on helping Daddy with his hard cock. "Anything you want me to tell Chelsea?"
I flush, flustered, because I can't get back to normal as quickly as he can. Hell, my breathing's not even regulated yet! But aside from his eyes being a shade darker, proof of his aroused state, he's as cool as a cucumber.
"Just…tell her I'm fine." I shake my head, gathering my thoughts. "And make sure she's okay, too. She got close earlier—I think she hit Mark's brother."
Daddy's definitely torn between worry and amusement. There might be a pinch of disapproval, as well. "I'll be having a chat with that girl. I'm proud of her for defending you, but the last thing I want to see is a sub getting hurt. You girls need to learn how to call for help." He gives me a pointed look, to which I pull the blanket up to my nose. "Speaking of Chelsea, we'll be addressing her situation with Rio soon."
"It would appear so, yes." He fights a smile as he returns my kittens to me. "What that means, I have no idea. I'll have to talk to Rio." Jackson cuddles close to my neck, and Oliver bumps his little nose to my shoulder. "He probably won't be in a good mood."
Uh-oh. "Do you think he'll be mad at me?" I do not want Master Rio to punish me.
"No. I'm responsible for you, and I've kept the truth from him, too." He dips down to kiss me on the lips. "Rest now, baby girl. We have hours until closing, so focus on feeling better. I'm only a phone call away, and you'll have plenty of time with your friends later."
A nap does sound good. A yawn slips out, to boot. "Okay. Love you, Daddy."
"More than words can say." He does show it well, though. I'm so lucky. "Sweet dreams."
Always. Sometimes funny dreams, too. Like…about what kind of trouble I can get into next.
*
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