Chapters (42)
- Charming Your Dad
- Spotify Playlist
- Dedication
- Content Warning
- 1. Blair
- 2. Dax
- 3. Blair
- 4. Dax
- 5. Blair
- 6. Dax
- 7. Blair
- 8. Dax
- 9. Blair
- 10. Blair
- 11. Dax
- 12. Blair
- 13. Dax
- 14. Blair
- 15. Dax
- 16. Blair
- 17. Blair
- 18. Blair
- 19. Dax
- 20. Blair
- 21. Dax
- 22. Blair
- 23. Dax
- 24. Blair
- 25. Dax
- 26. Dax
- 27. Blair
- 28. Blair
- 29. Dax
- 30. Dax
- 31. Blair
- 32. Dax
- 33. Blair
- 34. Blair
- 35. Blair
- 36. Dax
- About the Author
- Acknowledgements
I smile at him as he looks into the crowd. He looks over at the two gentlemen closest to us. They are leaned in close, forearms on their knees, like they are trying to get as close to the show as possible.
“Watch out fellas, you’re in the splash zone.”
“Dax!”
“Oh, little witch, you’re in no position to scold me. Plus, the way your pussy is glistening for me, I know you like it.”
Guilty.
“It’s Halloween, so I had plans to leave your ass alone tonight and fully focus on your pussy. But it appears you have changed tonight’s proceedings.” His finger swipes through my wetness, making me shiver. “So lovely tonight. Are you going to be my sweet little witch tonight?”
“Is that what you want?” I ask him, arching an eyebrow.
“I want you so wet your cum is dripping off the floor for all of Hell to see. Then once you’re nice and soaked, I’m going to fuck your pussy with this precious plug in. After you come I’m going to take your ass.” I shift my weight in the harness, and Dax places a hand on my calf, steadying me. Leaning over to whisper so only I can hear. “Show them what your daddy does to you, pet.”
Dax drops to his knees. His shadows widening my thighs and his thumbs spreading my pussy lips as his tongue spears my entrance and rolls around my clit. My back arches with nowhere to go. The chain holding the swing jingles as Dax’s shadows move me back and forth, causing me to fuck his face.
His beard causes the roughest friction against me, and I moan as his fingers slide inside of me. I swear I can almost hear how wet I am. I look out into the audience and watch as the on goers touch themselves or watch in fascination. Having the power to turn people on makes me feel more powerful than being a demon or having magic. I feel sexy and desired, but no one desires me more than the man between my legs right now.
With two large fingers fucking in and out of me, Dax’s lips sucking roughly on my clit and his shadows wrapped around my thighs, I couldn't stop my impending orgasm if I wanted to. My legs shake in the stirrups as I throw my head back and moan in ecstasy. Dax doesn’t stop touching me until my body quivers and I release one hand, pushing at his head. His lips leave mine and I wince as his fingers leave me.