Chapter 15: Full Kink Night

Katie’s study group had swallowed the entire afternoon and promised to stretch well into evening, leaving the house wrapped in a rare, sunlit hush that felt heavier than any midnight silence. I arrived a little after two with my bag slung low on my shoulder, the thin cotton sundress already sticking to the small of my back from the drive and the low, constant pulse of anticipation that had followed me since David’s last text. The front door clicked shut behind me like a secret sealing itself, and the quiet hit me full force—no footsteps overhead, no distant laugh from the kitchen, just the faint tick of the wall clock and the low hum of the fridge. Daylight poured through every window, turning ordinary rooms into something exposed and dangerous, every familiar corner carrying the memory of what we’d already done in them.

David stepped out of the hallway before I could set my bag down. The sight of him—bare feet on the hardwood, faded gray tee stretched across the broad planes of his chest, jeans slung low—sent a fresh rush of heat straight between my thighs. His eyes locked on mine, dark and steady, the kind of look that said he’d been counting the minutes too. He crossed the space in three unhurried strides, cupped my face with both hands, and kissed me slow and deep, tongue sliding against mine like he wanted to taste how badly I’d missed him. No frantic rush this time. Just the quiet certainty of two people who had already crossed every line and still couldn’t get close enough.

“Katie won’t be back until after dinner,” he murmured against my lips, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “We have hours. I want to give you everything tonight, Riley. Every single thing you’ve let me have ... and more.”

The words settled low in my belly, warm and electric. I nodded, letting him lead me upstairs to his bedroom, the same room where we’d first crossed into full skin-on-skin territory weeks ago. The afternoon light slanted through the blinds in golden bars across the king bed, highlighting the soft navy scarf and one of his silk ties laid out neatly on the nightstand like an offering. My pulse kicked higher. He closed the door behind us, locked it with a soft click, then turned and pulled me against him again, hands sliding down my back to cup my ass through the thin dress.

“Call me Daddy tonight,” he said, voice low and rough, lips brushing my ear. “Pretend you’re my naughty little girl who snuck in here because she couldn’t stay away. Think you can do that for me, baby?”

Heat flooded my face, equal parts shame and sharp, immediate want. The roleplay felt filthy in the bright daylight, but it also felt safe—his arms around me, his breath warm on my skin, the steady thump of his heart under my palm. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, testing the word on my tongue, feeling it spark something deep and primal inside me.

His eyes darkened instantly. He stripped me with deliberate care, peeling the sundress up and over my head, letting it pool at my feet. No bra underneath—just the faint tan lines from lazy afternoons and the tight, aching peaks of my nipples. His palms skimmed my ribs, thumbs circling slowly before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. I stepped out of them, bare and already glistening, the cool air kissing my slick folds while his gaze raked over me like he was memorizing every inch.