We’re totally exposed here. If someone walked in, there would be no doubt what we’re doing, no hiding how close I am to coming, no missing the fact that it’s his fingers getting me there.

  “What are you thinking about?” He asks almost idly as he pumps his fingers a little. “You just clenched around me.”

  “I, um…” I drag in a ragged breath. “I was thinking about how exposed we are right now.”

  “Not we. You are exposed. Spread out in only these tease of garters.” He spreads my pussy with his free hand and bends down to ghost his exhale against my clit. “You’re thinking about the look on his face if he found us like this.”

  I hadn’t been, but now I can think of nothing else. Fierce satisfaction soars through me. I’ve endured so much pain and humiliation because of Kyle. I’m just enough of an asshole to want to respond in kind. “Maybe.”

  Another delicious exhale, the feeling almost enough to tip me over the edge. “I shouldn’t ask…”

  I stretch my arms over my head, writhing almost mindlessly against his touch. “Ask me. I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

  “When’s the last time he made you come, Miya?” It sounds like it’s dragged from him, rough and brutal. “When’s the last time he worshiped your pretty pussy the way it was meant to be worshiped? Fingers and tongue, over and over again until you’re begging for his cock.”

  My back bows and the beginning of an orgasm curls my toes. I’m so close… But Albus’s stopped moving, stopped the heady rise of pleasure while he waits for my answer. I whine and thrash. “Never. He’s never done any of that.”

  “He’s never made you come?”

  “No.” He never seemed to care, either. Not as long as he got his.

  Shock makes his voice harsh. “Not a single fucking time?”

  “No,” I whimper. “Not once.”

  His curse is the only warning I get before his mouth is on me. Licking and sucking and, holy shit, that feels good. I barely get a chance to enjoy it before I’m orgasming, my toes curling and my back bowing.

 I don’t mean to grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face, milking every last bit of pleasure from his clever tongue.

  I don’t mean to, but I’m not sorry I do it.

  Albus shifts me higher on the ottoman and shoves it forward enough that he can go to his knees between my spread thighs. I tense. Most of the time when guys have gone down on me in the past, they’re in a rush, doing the bare minimum to get me ready enough to fuck me.

I’m more than ready to fuck Albus, but he’s giving my pussy slow, thorough kisses. Like he has all the time in the world. Like this isn’t even about my pleasure; it’s simply because he’s enjoying himself.

  Little by little, I relax, my mind unspooling beneath his tongue and the pressure of his fingers against my thighs, holding me open for him. “That feels good,” I whisper.

  He drags the flat of his tongue over my clit. “Stay the long weekend.”

  I lift my head. “What?”

  He’s watching me closely. “Stay the weekend, baby girl. Let me work out two years’ frustration on your tight little body and worship your pussy. Let me make you come so many times, you lose count.” Another long lick. “Surely that’ll satisfy your need for revenge.”

  I can’t think with him working me like this. “But what if he comes to visit?”

  “He won’t.” He nips my thigh. “I’ll tell him to stay away if that’s what you want.”

  I don’t know what I want. If this is only revenge, having Kyle catch us should be the ultimate goal. But if he catches us, this ends. I slowly reach down and sift my fingers through Albus’s silvering hair. I lift my hips, drawing his mouth back to my pussy. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll stay the long weekend.”

  His answering grin makes me shiver. “Good.” And then his mouth is on me again, resuming his slow tongue fucking.

  Even as I tell myself there’s no possible way I could come again, he coaxes my pleasure higher, easing me back to that cutting edge of desire. Quicker than I imagine possible, I’m whimpering and writhing and rolling my hips to grind against his mouth. “Oh my god, why does that feel so freaking good?”

  “Because.” He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. “I have nothing but time, baby girl. Nothing but time and your pussy and a whole fuck-ton of patience. You think I haven’t imagined your taste? I finally get it and you think I’m going to rush? No. Fuck no.”

  I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin. “Don’t stop.”

  He doesn’t answer with words, but he answers all the same. Each stroke drives me higher, winds me tighter. And then I’m at the precipice, suspended between one lick and the next, only to freefall down the other side. I come so hard, I shriek and clamp my thighs around his head.

Albus wedges his big hands around them to force my legs wide again, to hold me open as he continues his assault until my bones turn to putty and I collapse. “No more. Oh god, no more.”

  His dark chuckle promises no mercy. “Miya, you didn’t come here for two measly orgasms.” He’s at my pussy again, dragging his thumbs over my lips and parting me as if he can’t get enough of the sight of me. “So fucking pretty and pink and wet just for me.”

  “Yes,” the word comes out as a rasp.

  Albus sits back a little but doesn’t stop touching me. He avoids my clit for now, but the slow, possessive strokes against the rest of me is both easing me down and riling me back up. He doesn’t take his attention from my pussy. “I’d like to remember this.”

  “Me too.”

  “No, I don’t mean like that.” He finally drags his gaze up to my face. My wetness is all over his mouth and chin. He looks like a fucking savage, and I love that he doesn’t care that I’m all over him. We’ve made a mess of each other and, as he said, we’re just getting started. “I want to film you, baby girl. Something just for us.”

  I go still. Fucking Albus is one thing. Pictures? Videos? Those are forever, no matter if they get deleted or not. There are always backups upon backups. My body shakes, and I can’t decide if it’s need or concern. “What will you do with it?”

  “Remember the weekend when your pussy was mine and mine alone.” He cups me between my thighs hard. Like he’s owning that part of me, all of me. “If it makes you feel better, you can put it on your phone. Decide later if you want to send it to me or not.”

  It’s wrong. The woman I was four days ago never would have consented to something like this, let alone actually desired it. I’m already nodding. “Yes.”

  “Don’t move.” Albus rises to his feet and stalks out of the room. I don’t have time to wonder if this is all one terrible mistake before he’s back, my purse in his hands. He tosses it next to me. “Phone.”

  I dig it out with shaking hands, unlock it, and pass it over. Albus considers me and then jerks his chin to the couch. “Sit in the corner.”

  I obey, moving awkwardly. I lean back against the corner of the couch and spread my legs before he can command me to do it. His tight smile is reward enough. “Good girl.” He stands again and flips on the lights in the living room and turns off the TV. Somehow I feel even more exposed than I have so far tonight as Albus kneels back between my thighs and lifts my phone. “The trees will keep the neighbors from getting nosy.”

  “Too bad,” I murmur. I reach up and back to grip the couch. “I think they’d like the show.”

  “No doubt.” He pushes the button to start the camera, panning it across my lower body. “Needy pussy. Look how wet and plump you are.” Albus drags two fingers down my slit, parting me obscenely. “So fucking needy. You want my cock, but you don’t get it yet, do you? You haven’t earned it yet.” He pushes a single finger into me and then joins it with a second. “You going to take my cock just as eagerly as you take my fingers?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I watch him slowly slide his fingers in and out of me until they’re coated with my wetness, until they shine in the camera on my phone.

  “That’s right. Watch your Daddy fuck you with his fingers like the dirty little slut you are.” He hardly sounds like himself, his voice going rough and edged. “I think you can take another one.” He wedges a third finger into me. It’s almost too much, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips.

  Albus gives me a sharp look. “You take what I give you. Do you hear me? You take my three fingers, and you say thank you when I make you come again.”

  Panic and desire wind through me. I want what he’s telling me, but I can’t possibly. “I can’t.”

  “What the fuck did you just say?” He drives his fingers into me hard, bowing my back, but before I can adjust, he withdraws and grabs my chin the same way he did in the kitchen, shoving two fingers deep. I’m vaguely aware of the phone pointed at my face, but my attention is consumed by him, by the brutal look on his face. He fucks my mouth with his fingers, forcing me to taste myself there, forcing me to acknowledge that I’m just as much a dirty little slut as I’m pretending to be.

  That maybe I’m not pretending at all.

  I gag hard, and only then does he slide his fingers out of my mouth, slowly, reminding me who’s in charge with both his pace and his remaining grip on my chin. “What did you say to me?” he repeats softly.

  There are tears on my face, but I feel like I’m on fire as I stare at him. I slowly lick my lips. “Yes, Daddy.” My voice is hoarse. It’s strange to talk around his grasp digging into my chin. “I’ll take your fingers and thank you when you make me come again.”

  Albus’s gaze drops to my lips and then he drags me to his mouth.

  I have spent far longer than I’ll ever admit wondering what it would be like to be kissed by this man. Fantasy doesn’t come close to reality. There’s no tentativeness, certainly no gentleness. He takes my mouth like a conquering king, forcing me wide to allow his tongue, angling me exactly where he wants me. He fucking plunders me. Somehow the kiss is just as erotic as everything we’ve done so far, only made more so that I can taste evidence of myself all over his tongue. I’m all over him.

  I forget about the camera. I forget about everything except my need for him. I drag my mouth from his and sob against his lips. “Please fuck me. I need you.”

  Albus exhales harshly against my mouth. “There are condoms in the bathroom cabinet. Go get them.”

  I don’t question his order. I simply obey, climbing to my feet and hurrying into the small downstairs bathroom to get a string of condoms. When I get back to the living room, he’s on the couch and pulling his cock out. I stop short. Holy shit, he’s huge. Like really, really huge. “Whoa.”

  Albus gives me his arrogant grin. “Get over here and get on your Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

  He grabs the condoms from me and rips one open, rolling it over his length as I watch. I can’t catch my breath, can’t do anything but move to straddle him and shiver as he notches his cock at my entrance. I half expect him to drive up into me, but Albus sits back and lets me make this choice. As if I had any other destination in mind when I showed up here tonight. Somehow, through all the hazy reasoning that put me on this path, I never expected to enjoy myself so much.

  I let gravity make the choice for me, sinking slowly onto his length. Except that only goes so far. He’s too big to slide in with a single stroke the first time, and I’m left panting and writhing and trying to take him deeper. “God, that feels good.”

  “Take it all.” His hands on my hips, slowly, inexorably dragging me down until I’m sure I can feel him in the back of my throat. “There you go.” He sounds almost kind, almost caring, as he impales me on his cock. Albus hooks the back of my neck and then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me like he needs me more than air to breathe.

  I fight my way up his cock and then resume my journey, fucking him slowly until my body accommodates, and then moving faster. The rest of the scene registers in between slow blinks. The fact that he’s still fully clothed. How naked I am by comparison. It’s like a continuation of our power dynamic, but I can’t tell if I’m the tempting siren or the submissive. I don’t know which I want to be.

  “You’ve wanted this cock a long time, haven’t you?” His voice rips me out of my daze. “Walking around my house in those little teases of outfits, bending over a little too far so I almost see your pretty pussy. You wanted to tempt me.”

  “Maybe,” I whisper. “I liked the way you looked at me. I liked thinking about being bad with you.” I never would have done it if things didn’t come to this point… At least, I don’t think I would have. But that doesn’t stop us from spinning out our unforgivable fantasy. I brace my hands on his shoulders and grind down hard on his cock. “I didn’t have to walk in a towel from the bathroom to his room. I didn’t have to slow down every time I walked past your bedroom like that.”

  “I know.” He tightens his grip on my hips, urging me to move faster.

  “I almost dropped the towel once.” I don’t even know if it’s the truth. I don’t care. “Just to see how you’d react.” I can almost picture it, my new version of the events that day, of catching sight of him in his bedroom, watching me with those dark eyes, pinning me in place. Of letting the towel fall… “What would you have done?”

  “Told you to come into my bedroom and shut the door.” He yanks me down on his cock, holding himself deep inside me. “Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.”

  “I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s my cock you’re riding right now. Not his.” He hooks me around the waist and tumbles me back onto the couch. That’s when I see my phone, carefully positioned to catch the perfect shot to see his cock slide into me. It’s an even better angle now, my body splayed out as he holds himself up and drives into me.

Putting on a show for the camera. I can perfectly see my breasts shake with the force of every thrust, can see his cock, slick with my desire, disappearing into me, spreading my pussy with his width. “Who’s cock do you need, baby girl?” he grinds out. “Say it.”

  I meet my own gaze in the camera. I have never, ever done anything like this before. Apparently this weekend will be one of firsts. I intentionally look away from my phone, look up to find him staring down at me as if he wants to draw forth every filthy fantasy from my head. I hold his gaze as I say, “Your cock, Daddy. I need your cock.”

  “That’s right.” Albus shoves into me hard enough that it drives me several inches up the couch. “My cock.”

  He fucks me like he’s mad at me. Like by showing up here tonight I’ve opened Pandora’s box for both of us and now we can never shut it again. It’s fierce and just shy of brutal, like he wants to punish me for making him want me.

  I love every second of it.

  This time, my orgasm has teeth and claws and rips me to pieces as I come. I twist and bite his arm, needing some kind of outlet for the pleasure that’s bordering on pain. Albus curses and digs his hand into my hair, prying me off him. His strokes become rougher, more frenzied and he buries his face in my neck as he comes.

  I stare up at the ceiling as our harsh breathing becomes the only sound in the room. Part of me can’t believe what we just did. The rest of me is wondering when we can do it again. He asked me to stay the weekend, but surely that’s not what he actually wants? He’s assuaged his curiosity now, slaked his lust. He’ll get me dressed and send me on my way now. Surely.

  I’m so busy preparing myself for that swift exit that it takes me several long second to register that he’s leveraged himself up and is searching my face. “Miya.” There’s a note of concern in the way he says my name, as if it’s not the first time.

  “What?”

  “Did I hurt you?” He slides his hand along the base of my skull where my scalp is smarting a little from how roughly he yanked me off him. It’s barely a twinge, but I have to fight down the impulse to rub all of me against all of him at the careful way he touches me now, when a few short minutes ago he was manhandling me while spilling filth into my ears. The contrast should be jarring, but it just feels sexy as hell. “Miya, answer me.”

  “I’m fine.” My voice is raspy. “Better than fine.” I clear my throat. “Sorry about your arm.”

  “It’s nothing.” He clasps my chin, so much gentler than the last time and studies my face. “You’d tell me if I hurt you.” It doesn’t come out like a question. It comes out like a command.

  I lick my lips. “Yes, I’d tell you.”

  Whatever he sees in my expression seems to be enough for him because he nods and moves off me. Out of me. I whimper a little at the loss and shove the sound down deep. I don’t want him to misunderstand it.

  Albus looks down at his cock and grimaces. “Give me a second.”

  “Sure.” I manage to drag myself into a seated position by the time he returns from the bathroom, his clothing righted. He looks at me for so long, I brace myself. This is where he ushers me out.

  Finally Albus shakes his head. “You still want that drink?”

  I blink. “Um. Yes?”

  “Lose the garters and tights.” He doesn’t wait for a response. He just walks away, expecting me to obey.

  And I do. I unclasp the garters and peel off the tights, and then slip off the belt itself. When he returns a few minutes later with fresh drinks, I’m standing there naked, not sure what to do. We just fucked on the couch, but it feels weird as hell to just sit down.

  Albus stops when he sees me and arches his brows. “Problem?”

  I lift my hands and then let them drop. “In my head, this ended when we both orgasmed. I don’t know how to handle this.” I motion between us.

  If anything, his brows rise higher. “Miya,” he says my name slowly. “You called me Daddy while you came on my cock, and this is what makes you feel awkward?”

  Heat surges beneath my skin, and I don’t have to look down to know I’m blushing. “It’s different.”

  “No shit.” He walks slowly toward me and passes over my drink. I raise it and take a long sip. It’s cool and fruity and exactly how I like it. Albus drops onto the couch and crooks his fingers at me. “Come here.”

  I expect—But then, I should know better by now. If I had a plan coming into tonight, we’ve gone off the rails. Apparently we’re going to keep going off the rails.

I let Albus pull me down into his lap and even though we’ve now had sex, I can’t quite get over how much bigger he is than I am.

 His son is built leaner, but Albus is all broad warrior. Age hasn’t softened him a single bit. He runs his callused hands up my outer thigh to my hip. “I’m sorry.”

  “You didn’t do anything I didn’t come here for.”

  He makes a face. “Not about that. Not about what I’m going to do to you the second I’m recovered.” He gives my hip a light squeeze as if he can’t help touching me, as if he’s not quite sure this is real. “I’m sorry that he was so fucking stupid to throw someone as special as you away.”

  “Albus.” I wait for him to look at me. “I really, really don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Too bad, baby girl. You came here looking for revenge, and if I’m going to take part in that, then you’re going to have to bend, too.” He skates his hand back down to my knee, a slow drag that might be comfort or might be the beginnings of a new seduction. “I thought I raised him better, but I fucked up somewhere along the way.”

  I’m not in the mood to defend either Albus or Kyle. It doesn’t fucking matter that Kyle isn’t a total piece of shit, even if he is a cheating asshole. Maybe the relationship felt just as off to him as it did to me and that was his only way of dealing with it.