Page 19 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

I added pressure to my touch, and she shivered.

Right on my lap.

A full-bodied tremble that only made me want to know exactly what she looked like as she came, good and hard. I was tired of having to rely on my damn imagination. I was a creative fucker, but I had a feeling reality was better than anything I could come up with.

“Look at you.” My hand cupped her face, and she leaned into my touch like she knew she belonged to me.To us. “You’re such a good girl for daddy,” I complimented, pushing her further, giving her a hint of what we wanted and liked, trying to see if it would be something she would be interested in. Any worry about her slapping me and running off faded when her eyes flared to life, then softened. I waited on bated breath for her to push me away and stand up from her seat on my lap.

But she didn’t.

Her thighs pressed together. Tight. Naughty girl tried to find some kind of relief. I had to breathe in even deeper.

“You like that, don’t you, Serena?”

“Fox.” My name was whispered between us.

“You know what I want you to call me, don’t you?” I was taunting her. I leaned in closer, making sure my nose brushed her jaw line. My mouth watered at her scent. I’d never smelled anything sweeter, more perfect, than our beautiful little doll.

“Did you sit on Carey’s lap while he fed you lunch?” I asked, trying to hide the jealousy I felt.

Not that it bothered me she would sit on his lap, but because I hadn’t been there to watch. No. The asshole shut the cameras off the moment she walked into his office, only keeping the audio running. The sounds alone had made me want to punch a hole in a wall. The soft sounds of them kissing, her tiny moans from eating lunch, and then later while they made out, had driven me crazy.

It had almost made me come in my pants.

The only thing that stopped me from jerking off in the bathroom attached to my office was knowing I was up next.

Kiss her.

That’s all we were allowed to do. When I’d laid out the plan, it made sense to me. Us making a move to get her open to the idea of the three of us even though I had a feeling she had already gone down that twisted road.

But now that I had her on my lap? Her body fit so damn perfectly against mine. My hands stroked her body, and all I wanted to do was hoist her up on the table and eat her like an all-you-can-eat buffet on a three-day cruise. I was gluttonous for her. I wanted to gorge myself on her.

My hands roamed into the back of her head, open handed, making sure to get a good hold of her hair without hurting her or breaking any strands. I tugged on them and loved the way her mouth parted into a perfect O.

“Did you, Serena? Did you sit on Daddy Carey’s lap while he fed you and you made little kitten noises?” She shook her head, her eyes wide, and relief hit me.

Not that I would have cared if she had, but I wanted the moment her lips touched mine for the first time to be different.

“Words, Serena. Use your big girl words,” I urged.

“No. I didn’t. He didn’t.” She shook her head again, clearly flustered.

“Breathe for me, baby girl.”

She did as I asked, and when she exhaled, I felt her body completely relax on my lap. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The trust she handed over, whether she knew it or not, humbled me. I was all but pawing at her, yet she trusted me not to take things to a place she wouldn’t want.

She wanted me.

More importantly, Serena wanted us.

“He didn’t feed me on his lap but—” Her words faltered, and I filled in the blanks.

“You ended up there, didn’t you?” I knew she had.

My eyes skated down her face. Smooth skin, a beauty mark above her lips that were bare of any kind of makeup.

“What else did you do?” I asked, not waiting for her to answer me. “Did he touch you under your clothes?” My hand rested at her thigh, and her nose flared.

“No.” She shook her head, licking her lips, leaving them nice and glossy for me. I had no idea how the hell I hadn’t already stolen a kiss.