60 Dominant

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I wish I could say I'm completely excited, but a part of me is anxious a little.

He brings a black towel over my eyes and wraps it around my head, tightening it from the back. My entire vision gets blocked. I see nothing.

"Who knew a towel could be so kinky, huh?"

"Do you see anything?"

"No, sir, no."

"God..." He walks away. I get more nervous.

"You putting your peepee away, daddy?" I swing my legs back and forth.

"Layla! Shut the fuck up!" He yells in horror and I cackle, snorting a little bit. He acts like one and he doesn't even realize it.

"I swear to God..." Daddy returns, setting something down. "Behave or I'll smash your face in this fucking cake and choke you with it."

"I'd rather be choked in a different context, sir."

"Yeah. I bet."

"If you bet, then choke me, da—" I shriek as a frozen object touches my chest. "What was that!"

"A gun." He says. "Now shut it before I use it on you."

"A gun?" I expose my neck and smirk. "Go for it."

Lucas grumbles a series of curse words, which is so hot when I can't see a thing—

"Open your mouth."

Gosh. What a beautiful waterfall that is between my legs.

"Open... your mouth, Layla."

Don't smirk, don't smirk, don't smirk.

He slides his palms past my hips, lips over my ear. "Open... your fucking... mouth." A shiver runs down my spine.

A shallow breath gives me away. I do as he says, too distracted by his grunt when a wet and smooth object is pressed on my lips.

"Your dick."

Lucas laughs. "Yeah. I climbed on the chair and shoved it in your mouth."

I don't know, what if he's the type who'd do that? I giggle just imagining it.

"Bite." His tone becomes stern. Like a spell, it makes me comply.

I slip my tongue for a timid taste, tasting nothing, then sink my teeth into it, noticing something tart, light, and slightly sweet.

"A strawberry." I say, proud like a blind tasting champion.

"That wasn't the dessert, dumbass."

"I didn't know my dessert could talk."

"This girl..." he chastises, walking away. An oven door opens and a porcelain gets placed on the counter. An aroma of steamy chocolate takes over the room, watering my mouth.

"Gimme..."

"Wait."

I bite my lip.

"Mm, that's good." Lucas groans and I swear I lose ten years right there and then.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" My voice breaks and he laughs.

Judging from the sound, it's one of those where he throws his head back. My anger goes to trash.

"I'm kidding, I haven't had it yet." He says, composing himself, then leans in and feeds me the best motherfucking lava cake on the planet.

The depth of this dark chocolate is so rich, I want it to run through my veins. The texture is so soft, it's like bouncing on a fat, baby angel. The sponge is so moist, it's like—

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