Page 3 of Shifted Desire

Delight at this new scene development thrums through me. I’d almost forgotten about the other man sitting in the darkened corner of the room.

My hands shake with the excitement of being watched as I gather the hem of my dress and slide it up the sides of my body, pretending to be shy about it. Heat washes over my skin as it’s bared, and I gasp when Daddy gets impatient and tears it off the rest of the way, tossing it to the ground. I try to cover myself, but he traps my wrists, holding them above my head with one hand.

“No, leave them here. Let Daddy and his boss see you.”

The interplay of his dominance over me and the implied dominance of this boss over him has me buzzing, eager for more.

I turn to peer into the darkness, wondering what the silent “boss” is thinking. Wondering if we’ve played together before and wishing he’d come closer so I could get a better read on his energy. It’s hard to feel him over Daddy’s potent arousal.

“Such a filthy girl. You like him watching, don’t you? You want him to see what a slut you are.”

Fuck yes, I do. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Open your mouth again,” he orders, and I obey, keeping my gaze on the shadowed figure as Daddy feeds the head of his cock between my lips again. “Let me in.”

I need no more encouragement, loving the ragged groan Daddy releases as I let him slide his cock into my mouth and relax my throat until his balls brush my chin.

“Fucking hell, Princess,” he curses, and I’d laugh if it wouldn’t make me choke on him. He pulls back out, and I exaggerate my gasp. “You were made to suck Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes, Daddy. You’re so hard, it looks painful. I want to make you feel better.”

His lips twist into an indulgent smile, and he pets my hair. “Such a good girl. Just relax and let me fuck your throat. If you do a good job, maybe my boss will let you suck him too.”

I moan as he slides into my mouth again, eager to feel his release.

The filthy wet sounds of a good face-fucking fill the room, building my arousal higher until I’m thrumming with it, unable to keep the magic of my desire contained.

Daddy lets out a choked sound as my desire hits him, his thrusts stuttering. He pulls out and I keep my tongue out for him to paint with his release.

“Good girl, shit, such a good girl.” The first rope of his cum splatters against my chin before he rests the head of his cock on my tongue and unloads into my eager mouth.

The taste is heady and musky and, fuck, it’s almost enough to make me come, but I’m still on the edge. So close I could cry.

The man in the corner lets out a low groan, and I finally feel him. A hot, hungry need so potent it takes my breath away.

I arch, my pussy clenching around nothing, as the best orgasm I’ve had in ages rocks through me.

Gasping for air after swallowing Daddy’s load, I stare toward the shadowed figure.

Who the hell is that guy?

2

The monster that lives inside me, caged and chained, paces impatiently, on the verge of clawing at my insides to be set free. My nails dig into the arms of the pleather chair so hard that I’m in danger of puncturing the thick fabric.

Huffing in a breath through my nose, I watch the dark-haired woman on her knees convulse through an orgasm. The scent of sex swirls in the air around me, and I wonder for the hundredth time since this scene started why the fuck I thought I could handle this.

Damn Declan and his amiable smile and charming insistence that he’d make sure things wouldn’t get out of hand.

Easy for him to say as an oblivious human. He’s thinking in terms of making sure everyone in the scene is comfortable and enjoying it, not the supernatural compulsions roiling within me, making my skin itch with the need to claim the woman on her knees.

To fuck her until we’re both ruined.

Don’t let the curse control you. You’re the one in charge.

I grimace, hoping the darkness shields my expression from view as my father’s words echo in my mind, like they always do.

You’d think at my age I’d be done with family issues, but most people don’t have a family like mine. I’ll be working until I’m in the grave to be the man they expect me to be, and even then I don’t know if I’ll ever truly measure up.