But that’s right, anything could happen and I had nothing to offer Mr. Channing. So why was he being so nice to me? Why was he spending time with a small-town girl who had nothing but dreams?
“Mr. Channing,” I began.
“Thorn, baby,” he interrupted, that low voice smooth and deep. “I want you to call me Thorn.”
“Thorn,” I said tentatively, tasting the name on my lips. It sounded right, like I was calling out to a lover, a male animal who could take and control, one that waited in the bushes until his female was ripe and ready. “Thorn,” I began again slowly.
A black eyebrow quirked.
“Yeah sweetheart?”
I took a deep breath.
“This is an amazing place, and you’ve been very kind to me,” I began. “More than generous.”
It was true because Thorn had made sure that I landed a solo in our next performance. It wasn’t a huge part, I wasn’t the Black Swan in Swan Lake or anything like that, but my solo was a solid five-minute routine where there’d be no one on stage but me. So I took another deep breath.
“You’ve been very kind,” I said bravely once again. “And I just wanted to know, is there something I can do for you?”
My cheeks colored because of course there was something. I’m eighteen, young and innocent, but I’m not that naïve. I knew there was something that I had, and that only I could give.
Mr. Channing shot me a long, amused look.
“And what makes you say that?” he rumbled, that huge frame sitting on a couch, dark and imposing. “What makes you say that, sweet thing?”
I colored.
“Well, it’s just that, we’ve already, you know,” I said helplessly. “We’ve already, and then you…” Oh god, the words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t say it, my tongue tripping over itself.
“You mean, because I’ve already tasted you?” he rumbled, lips quirking into an amused smile. But that smile was dangerous too, because the blue of his eyes turned dark, gleaming with purpose.
I nodded helplessly, every nerve in my body quivering with awareness of this man.
“Yes,” I whispered. “You’ve been so kind to me already, and I just thought ….”
“Thought what?” he rumbled deeply, blue eyes searing. “What did you think baby girl?”
By now, my nips jutted out from my sweater, like hard bullets pointed straight at his mouth. And those lips curved into a knowing smile again, taking in my huge, luscious Double Ds, the generous flesh already quivering for him.
I swallowed thickly.
“Well I just thought that I should do something for you,” I whispered. “You’ve been so giving.”
The black eyebrow quirked again, but something imperceptible changed in the air. Sure, he was still a powerful male animal, leaning back against the white leather couch, but somehow now that huge form was filled with tension now. Even if Thorn hadn’t moved a muscle, suddenly the distance between us was charged with electricity, that blue gaze hot.
But his voice remained completely calm, giving nothing away.
“What did you have in mind, baby girl?” he rumbled. “What were you thinking of doing for Daddy?”
I blushed because when he’d tasted me last time, he’d called himself Daddy. It was weird at first, but within minutes, it felt right. Because this man is my Daddy. Mr. Channing makes things happen, he makes me feel treasured and precious, like the world will fall at my feet. So I nodded hesitantly, brown eyes wide.
“Daddy, I was going to let you taste me again,” I whispered this time, looking down before looking up once more and meeting his gaze. “I want you to taste me again.”
For sure, I thought he’d jump on it. I thought Thorn would have me in his lap in a second, face buried between my thighs. In fact, my pussy juiced in anticipation, moist fluid seeping from my slit. It’d been so good last time, so unbelievably arousing, and I desperately wanted to feel his mouth on me once more.
But Thorn didn’t jump. The alpha male remained seated, arms deceptively relaxed on the back of the couch.
“And?” he asked, voice smooth. “And then what?”
I paused, stupefied. What was he saying? What did he want?
“And then you know,” I added helplessly, squirming a bit in my seat. Today, I’d worn a loose dress, a pink thing that was perfect for summer in New York. It had spaghetti straps and a wide ruffle across the front, highlighting my generous décolletage. But suddenly, even this thin fabric was too tight and uncomfortable. “And then you know …” my voice trailed off.
Thorn saw that I couldn’t get the words out and stood to tower over me in the living room. I gasped. Oh shit, it wasn’t just that he was six four and massive, ungodly handsome in a black suit. It was that he had a raging hard-on that the alpha was no longer bothering to hide. That’s right, as the billionaire stood, the tent in his pants became obvious, that hard ridge an enormous python ready to devour its prey.