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Quaking with need, she kissed him back feverishly.

He laughed. “Do I have a horny little girl on my hands?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He sighed. “You have earned an orgasm, I believe. You’ve been a very good girl today.” Kissing her again, he trailed his fingers down her stomach, toward the center of her aching need.

Then he popped up. “I’ll be right back.”

She groaned softly. Where was he going? She felt as if she might die of desire at this point, if that was even possible. Every nerve ending was alive. All the blood in her body had rushed between her legs.

He came back carrying a huge dildo.

“Daddy, that looks too big for me.” She stiffened.

“Relax. Trust Daddy. It never hurts a girl to stretch a little.”

She closed her eyes.

“Clasp your hands and hold them behind your head.”

She obliged.

She heard the squish of a bottle of lube. Then cold assaulted her between her legs. Damn, that thing was cold! She squeaked as he inserted the massive dong inside her.

At first her vaginal muscles complained, fought the intrusion.
Relax. Be calm. Breathe deeply.

He fucked her with it. Slowly at first, then picked up the pace.

It was hard to be still. She wanted to wiggle with pleasure, but she knew better. He wanted her still. She bit the inside of her lip instead.

While he was fucking her, he ran his fingers over her clit. The combined sensations took her to a new place. The pleasure was intense, almost too intense. Within a matter of minutes, she was begging him to let her come.

“Okay, doll, you can come now.” He pinched her little nub, rolled his fingers over it. She moaned in ecstasy.

Arching her back, she let the orgasm flow through her, convulsing with his every touch.

He worked her until the climax ebbed. Then he pulled her onto the couch with him, encircling her in his arms.

“Thank you, Daddy.” It was weird to be thanking him, but it seemed right. She was grateful. As demanding as he was for her to service him, he was just as focused on meeting
her
needs. This thing between them was so, so… caring. Thoughtful.

Did he really care about her and her needs? Or was he just a good man who believed in the golden rule?

She puzzled this as she snuggled in his arms and fell asleep.

Chapter Eleven

Bile threatened to rise up in her throat. Marley had been unable to eat this morning, she was so nervous about meeting this group of girls for lunch. She sat in the back seat. The smell of the car’s leather seats soothed her. Definitely new. If not, how did they keep the car smelling this good?

She crossed and uncrossed her legs, picked at her fingernails.
Bet these girls have nice manicures, and here I am, turning mine into nubs
. Taking a deep breath, she sat on her hands and tried to regain control.

In high school, Marley had lots of friends. She got along with most people. But that was then. Before she balled guys for a living. Now, she felt… less than. And Lord help her—what if these girls
knew
? If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that women didn’t like hookers. They were threatened by them. Everyone thought men cheat on their wives with hookers. It was like the kiss of death, even worse than being a stripper or a waitress at Hooter’s. Women would find out you’re a hooker and they’d write you off that instant. Hate you on sight.

Dear Lord, please don’t let that happen today
. She clutched the driver’s phone number in her hand. At least she could call him if she needed a quick getaway.

Why had she let James talk her into this?

Because she was crazy about him. She’d do almost anything to please him, and he wanted her to go. He’d done so much for her, given her so much, and he asked for so little in return.

Well, just her body. But she’d give that to him anyway. She smiled to herself, her mind wandering to the things he had done to her last night. A squiggle of delight coursed through her. He was
so
damned good to her.

The car pulled up in front of Hillstone Restaurant, and the driver opened the door for her. Marley tentatively stepped out onto the pavement.

Time to cowgirl up and walk through those doors.

She had spoken to Kimberly on the phone a few days ago. Kimberly had said that she would meet her a few minutes early so Marley would at least ‘know’ someone when she arrived.

Marley had to admit that Kimberly was warm and welcoming. She wasn’t scared of her. It was the rest of them that worried her.

As soon as Marley entered the restaurant she saw her. Sitting at a large table all by herself was an attractive brunette with big dark eyes. The girl rose and approached her.

“Marley?” she asked.

“Yes.” Marley nodded. The girl took her by the arm, all smiles and enthusiasm. “Hi! I’m Kimberly. It’s so nice to meet you, glad you could come. C’mon. We’re over here.”

She led Marley back to a large round table in the middle of the restaurant. So much for being inconspicuous.

They sat down. Kimberly was having iced tea. Marley ordered the same.
Daddy would be proud
. She had texted him to let him know where she was going and with whom. He’d replied, telling her to have a nice time and to text him when she got home. Originally she thought checking in would be irritating. Instead, it made her feel that someone cared. Most of her life, no one had been concerned with what she was doing. Except maybe her brother.

“So I hear you’re getting married.” Marley said, knowing that most women would talk a blue streak about their weddings. She’d rather put the spotlight on Kimberly and refrain from talking about herself.

“Yes, next fall. Plans are slow right now, but at least we have a date. I think.” Kimberly’s eyes danced with a warmth that put Marley at ease. She didn’t have anything to fear from this girl.

“You
think
?” Marley asked.

“Yes,” Kimberly sighed. “It’s Charles’ ex. We want his son to be in the wedding and she’s not cooperating.”

At that moment a striking young blonde breezed up to the table, setting down a huge black portfolio case with a thud. “Hi! You must be Marley.”

The blonde looked like she was holding back a secret.

“Marley, this is Sloane. Sloane, Marley,” Kimberly introduced them.

Sloane proffered her hand and Marley took it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Sloane found a seat on the other side of Marley. Sitting down, she flipped the sleek mane behind her shoulder. “What are you girls drinking?”

“Iced tea,” Kimberly answered.

“I’ll have one too. Long Island.” Sloane captured the waiter’s attention and ordered her libation, her waist-length hair swinging like a curtain down her back.

“That sounds good. I think I’ll have one, too.” Marley happily ordered the adult version of the tea in front of her.

Sloane turned her attention back to Marley. “So you and James? Wow, that’s cool. He hasn’t had a sub since Karen ran off with that old guy. I thought he’d given up on women.”

Marley smiled, shifting in her chair.

“Tell us about yourself, Marley. Are you from Dallas? How did you meet James?”

Maybe they didn’t know. Good!
“I’m from Abilene, and his assistant Milton introduced us. He thought we might hit it off.”

“Obviously ole Milty was right. You moved in with him. Is that right?” Sloane leaned forward.

“Sloane! We don’t need to give Marley the third degree,” Kimberly said, smoothing a napkin in her lap.

Shaking her head, Marley replied, “No, Kimberly, it’s okay. Yes, we’re living together. I moved in a couple of weeks ago.”

“Damn, he works fast. I’ve never heard of you, and James and I go back forever.” Sloane furrowed her brow.

“It was rather sudden.” She laughed nervously. “So how do you and James know each other?”

“College. We both went to the University of Texas in Austin. It just doesn’t seem like him… such a workaholic. He never goes out with us anymore. I didn’t think he had time for women.” The waiter brought their drinks and Sloane took a big sip.

“Sloane, not everybody needs to work all the time like you,” Kimberly pointed out.

“Well, I know that, Kimberly, I just thought… well, anyway, I’m happy for you two. If anyone deserves a good woman, it’s James. He’s a great guy.”

Marley beamed. “He is.”

Two more young women walked through the door. They waved when they saw the group and approached their table. Kimberly introduced them as Carmen and Nellie.

Carmen mouthed ‘hi,’ waving as she came toward the table. A halo of chocolate curls surrounded her cherubic face. Marley liked her right away.

“You wouldn’t believe the traffic! Are we the last ones here?” Nellie’s entrance was more dramatic. She spoke louder than was necessary with a thick Southern accent. She reminded Marley of a beauty queen, poised with ‘fixed’ blond hair.

Nellie flounced the latest Louis Vuitton bag onto the floor beside her seat and peered intently at Marley. “You must be Marley!” Her broad smile seemed rehearsed. Marley hoped it was genuine because this one intimidated her.

Marley nodded wordlessly.

Sloane addressed Nellie’s question. “Charmaine’s supposed to be coming. You don’t really think you’d be later than her, do you?” She rolled her eyes.

Nellie twittered. “Oh no, I guess not.” She fussed with the napkin she’d just pulled into her lap. “What are you girls having?”

“Tea and Long Island iced tea,” Kimberly answered.

“Ooh! I’ll have one of those,” Nellie said.

“Sweet tea for me,” Carmen said. “I have to work this afternoon.”

“Oh? What do you do?” Marley asked, seizing the opportunity to take the attention off her.

“I’m an artist.” Carmen said.

“Fascinating. What kind of art?” Marley asked, determined to steer the conversation.

“Painting. Portraits, among other things. I have a deadline so I’m working a lot lately. Can’t believe I came out to lunch today.” She fidgeted with her fingers.

“Carmen, you can’t stay in that loft all day long every day with all those paint fumes and never leave your studio!” Nellie shook her head, beseeching the other girls, “Am I right?”

“It is important to take a break every once in a while,” Kimberly agreed.

“I know. I know. That’s why I’m here today. And to meet Marley.” She smiled at Marley.

The attention was back on her. A droplet of sweat rolled down Marley’s back. She smiled at the group.

“Lucinda’s on tour, but you know she knows James,” Nellie said to Marley.

“Oh, who’s Lucinda?” Marley asked.

“She’s a member of the club, too. She’s a pianist, a former student of James’ mom. She and James have known each other forever. I think she started lessons around age five. James is kind of like a big brother to her,” Sloane said.

So James’ mother was a piano teacher? And this Lucinda was like a sister to him? Why hadn’t he mentioned that to her?

Thrown, Marley nodded. “Oh. So y’all have a club?”

They nodded. Nellie said, “Yes, it’s loads of fun! We tell each other everything.” Nellie had been a cheerleader and a sorority girl in school. Marley would lay money on it.

“Nellie! Marley does not have to tell us everything. You’ll scare the poor girl off,” Kimberly said.

Thank God for Kimberly
. Marley exhaled.

“A few years ago, I met a few girls who were in relationships similar to mine. We talked about how our other girlfriends didn’t really understand the daddy/little girl dynamics we had in our relationships,” Kimberly explained. “So we made a point to get together. It evolved slowly, but eventually it became a kind of club. Nothing formal. Just a way for us to be around other girls who have similar interests.”

“So how did you know that you wanted to be in a relationship like that?” Marley asked.

Kimberly laughed. “I didn’t. For me it just kind of evolved into that.” She shrugged.

“I met my daddy, and he showed me the ropes,” Nellie said.

Sloane snorted. “Ropes.”

The other girls laughed. Marley did too. She’d been shown some ropes. Recently.

“I’m between daddies right now,” Sloane said. “So is Charmaine. Where is that twerp? It would be nice if she could be on time just once.” She glanced at the diamond watch that dangled from her thin wrist.

Kimberly explained to Marley, “Charmaine’s a professional party girl. She usually sleeps all day.”

“She doesn’t have a job?” Marley asked.

“Oh, no. Charmaine has a trust fund. A big one. I can’t picture her working. She’d be a disaster.” Kimberly laughed.

“What about you, Carmen? What’s your daddy like?” Marley asked.

Carmen gazed at Marley with eyes that were either green or blue. It was hard to tell.

“Carmen has the Mac Daddy!” Nellie giggled.

“What?” Marley knitted her brows.

Sloane looked around to be sure she wasn’t overheard. “Carmen’s daddy plays for the Dallas Vipers.” She put a finger to her lips. “We keep quiet about everybody’s business, because it’s the right thing to do, but also because some people in the club date celebrities.”

“Oh.” Marley’s ears perked up. “What position does he play?”

“Wide receiver,” Carmen said.

“It’s not Natron Dakers, is it?” Marley teased.

Carmen nodded reverently.

“You’re kidding!” Marley squealed. Natron Dakers was one of the most famous football players in the country. Even though Marley wasn’t a huge football fan, she knew about him. The man was featured in at least three commercials every time she turned on the television.

Carmen weighed a good thirty pounds more than the swimsuit models most celebrities seemed to prefer. Good for her. Hell, good for him! Carmen was darling, and she exuded a great energy that made Marley want to get to know her better.

Just then, one of the most gorgeous girls Marley had ever seen stepped inside the door and removed her sunglasses. Charmaine. Had to be.

The beauty stalked over to their table and tossed out an unenthusiastic, “Hello.”