He tsked, even as his hips bucked up against my hand, “You want more than that, little brat, don’t you?”

I bit my lip against the harsh bark of laughter I could feel bubbling up. He wasn’t wrong. I wanted it all every single time. I needed every bit of his malice and venom as much as I needed the tender strokes he gave me when he thought I was too sleepy to feel them.

I craved the rare, chaste kisses he landed on my forehead when I had pushed myself a little farther for him. I didn’t say any of that though, just like he wouldn’t.

I looked up at him from under my lashes, “I want your help.”

He shook his head, his lip twisting, “I already told you I’d help you, didn’t I?”

I smiled, absolutely loving andhatinghow he made me say everything out loud. He loved to give me a hard time about wanting him, and he knew it.

“I want you to help me come.”

His armor of control slipped just a little, a groan, soft but sure, falling from his lips, “Do you now?”

“Yes,” my nod was eager, hungry to have him inside of me again.

“Yes, what?”

My breath hitched as he leaned back, settling his hips towards me, showing me what I could have if I just asked for it. A smirk danced across his lips, and I could imagine the menthol cigarette he would place between them later tonight after we were both sated and spent, laying on his bed.

“Say it.”

I shivered at the demand. His tone always had a bite to it when he thought I was going to disobey or pull away from him; it hit different when he saw me hesitate.

“Yes, daddy.”

He smiled, full and bright, his teeth glowing in the small sliver of moonlight that slashed across his face, “That’s it, baby. Take your pants off, and come sit on daddy’s lap.”

I stood, shucking the shorts before I crawled onto him. The cold autumn air sent goosebumps down my flesh, making me shiver, and the moon was waning low, allowing less light for anyone around to see. Not that I would have cared.

He wasn’t wrong about my penchant for public sex. Bryce had always indulged me, making sure to be the eyes and ears for both of us while I lost myself. The risk factor sending thrills through me like nothing else could.

Seeing him fully clothed, with half my body naked to the elements sent a shiver down me that had nothing to do with the cold. I slipped onto his lap, settling my legs on either side of him being careful against his hard length.

“Unbuckle me.”

I worked quickly, my heart racing. My small fingers were cold, and his buckle seemed glued to his hips. I made a small, distressed sound when the hard leather didn’t have much give. His hands came to my arms, running his fingers in a circuit around my shoulders and arms as he shushed me.

“Slow down, baby. Try again.”

I took a deep breath, hands still shaky but manageable as I fiddled with the leather until it came loose. When his belt was undone, I plucked at the button on his pants, pulling each one out and peeling it back from his hips.

As always, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. My breath shuttered out of me at the sight of his length, thick and curved up as my hand trailed down the soft, velvety skin. He hissed, his hips shifting up as the cold of my hands hit his warm body.

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. Touch yourself for me. Warm your hands up.”

“Where do you want me to touch?”

His arms wrapped around my back. I leaned slightly into them to make room between us as his gaze fell between my legs.

“Touch your clit. Slowly,” he purred, “Just like daddy would.”

I pushed my thong to the side, dipping a too cold finger between my slit. My hips jerked slightly, making Bryce chuckle. I thought about stopping, whining that if he was going to laugh at me then he wouldn’t get anything, but the hungry set of his mouth kept me from disobeying him.

I knew that look. It said I would be across his knee with no orgasms if I didn’t do what I was asked, but it also promised me everything if I didn’t kick up a fuss. So I didn’t.

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