My Bestie’s Dad Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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I blush and bite my lip.

“Sometimes. Yes. You?”

He watches the movie a little more, his hazel eyes looking straight ahead. Then he turns to me.

“Yes, but not much. I think watching is more my thing.”

I smile. “That can be very wicked, you know.”

He grins lasciviously.

“There’s something wicked I want to try with you.”

“Yes?”

He leans so his lips are against my ear and admits, “I want to try anal.” Then, he throws me a wink.

The thought of his giant cock back there is absolutely enticing, and actually, I want it too. I know it’ll hurt, but I’m game. There’s just one catch.

“I’ll let you try it, but you have to give me something in return.”

“Anything,” his eyes became animalistic upon hearing permission.

“You have to tie me up first.”

A black eyebrow quirks at me.

“Zip ties, handcuffs, shackles, neck ties, or rope? Pick your poison.”

I laugh. “What?!”

He shrugs with a naughty glint in his eye.

“The Cube recommends being prepared for any sort of play, so I put together a box full of toys per their FAQ.”

My eyes bulge. “Are you kidding me? Please don’t tease me about this.”

He shakes his head.

“It’s under the bed right now. I’ve been dying to whip it out.”

“Oh, you’re in trouble now, Mister. Safe word?”

“Pineapple. Yours?”

“I use the stoplight system.”

He frowns. “The what?”

“When I say red, you stop. Green is for go. And yellow means it might be too much soon, so be ready to stop.”

“Okay, but does that mean that I have the green light to fuck your ass?” he asks in a caressing voice.

My heart races and my body flexes in new places when I say, “You do.”

A devious smile lights his eyes and a harsh flush descends on his high cheekbones. “I’ll get my box of tricks. But first, there is something else I’d like from you too, sweetheart.”

I shoot him a coy look.

“Aren’t you getting a lot of me tonight already?”

He laughs and says, “At the best restaurants in the world, chefs understand the importance of setting the table.” Brent gets up from the bed and saunters to his dresser, still speaking. “They make sure the lighting is perfect, the tables are set just so, and that the beverages pair perfectly with each course because every part of a meal can make or break the experience.” He turns around and in his hands are a collection of lace, vinyl, and leather items. “In order to maximize our enjoyment of what I am sure will be a spectacular meal, I want you to set the table.”

I’m confused. “What are you talking about?”

He drops the bundles onto the bed and I gasp because it’s an enormous assortment of exquisite pieces of lingerie, all in my size. “I intend to dine on the finest parts of you tonight, Jane. Select your table setting.”

My lips part in a gasp and every part of me throbs in anticipation of his meal. “Yes, sir.” He waits as I finger through the collection. I settle on a black latex catsuit that’s assless where it counts and bright red lacing up the corset-style back. “This one, sir.”

He nods approvingly, and hands me a pair of black vinyl spike heels to pair with it.

“Go to the bathroom and put this on.”

I follow his order and head in, my knees shaking. My mouth is dry from anticipation of our role play, but I manage to squeeze the snug garment over my ample body. I see myself in the mirror and smile. The girl before me is saucy, confident, and practically busting out of the outfit. Brent’s going to love it. However, I can’t lace the back myself so I come out of the bathroom with a sway to my step.

“Sir, I could use a hand. Could you lace me up, please?”

“Certainly, my pet.”

This is the first time he calls me his “pet,” and even though it’s a bit derogatory, my libido begs him to do it again. While I was changing, Brent’s been setting the stage. He worked fast because now, the room is completely different. The sheets are black, candles flicker along the dresser, and quiet music I don’t recognize is on. The biggest change, though, is Brent because he’s shirtless, showing off that toned, bronzed chest. He’s also got on black vinyl pants which hug his package and a devious smirk. I can feel the heat from his gaze on every inch of my skin.

“You have certainly set the table, pet,” he growls, his eyes ravishing me.

My pussy flexes when he calls me that. My voice is quiet when I say, “Thank you, sir.”

“What is it that you need help with?”

I turn around and he comes closer to me. “I can’t manage the lacing myself.”

“I’ll help you then.” His warm breath falls on my bare skin as he comes near. His fingertips brush over my creamy back while methodically weaving the red lacing into place. My goosebumps have goosebumps, it’s so sensuous. Each touch is half tickle and half promise of things to come. He works all the way down my back to the belt of the catsuit. Below there, my exposed ass anticipates the feel of his skin on mine. I swallow hard and hope for a caress, but I am left to stew in my longing. He chuckles and murmurs, knowing exactly how I feel.


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