Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

Chapter 8

(Kaden POV)

The satiating alcohol flavor coats my tongue as my lips press to

the rim of the tipped glass in my hand. Traveling down my throat,

the liquid slightly burns the surface. I sit on the couch, with a bottle

of tequila situated on the coffee table in front of me, as I wait for

the love of my life to return home. We have both mastered the act of "daddy" and "kitten" during our

love making. Especially when having BDSM sex. My excitement awakens when

my ears pick up the sound of the door clicking open, and the door

closes after. Following that, the sound of footsteps are heard,

heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The familiar figure steps

into the living room where I am.

"Hi," she says softly.

A smile appears across my face. "Hi, kitten. Mmm, come here, and

sit on Daddy's lap."

Inhaling sharply, she removes her shoes to set them aside. She NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

saunters over to me and perches on my lap. My arm wraps around

her lower back, and my other arm that holds my glass is raised to

my mouth to take another sip of the drink, gulping it. My eyes lock

onto hers.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, for coming a little later than expected. You

know, the traffic here is just ridiculous."

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's not your fault. All that matters is you're

here sitting on Daddy's lap right now. Here, have a sip." I raise the

glass to her lips for her to taste the alcohol and swallow it. After, I

place the glass on the coffee table. My hand finds her breast for

me to cup through her dress and bra. "How was your day, angel?"

She chuckles, and her hand reposes on mine as I squeeze her

breast. "It was good, thank you for asking. It was a busy day

though. How was yours, Daddy?"

"It went well, kitten."

My hand leaves her breast to cup her cheek, my thumb stroking

her skin. I pull her in and whisper across her lips, "I'm glad to have

you here." In less than a second, our lips crash with each other's,

our tongues hungrily exploring each other's mouths. A faint moan

escapes her mouth, and it transfers to mine. I deepen the kiss, and

my hand shifts to cup her throat.

Suddenly, she pulls away. "I'm sorry."

"For what, baby?" I ask, my voice laced with concern.

"For making you wait all night for me. You should already be in bed like the kids are by now getting

some sleep, Daddy."

"Oh, baby, it's not your fault. Besides, you know how Daddy needs to fuck your tight little pussy before

bedtime." I lick her lips.

"God, you're always so horny."

"I can't help it, especially when you're so god damned beautiful

and you have such a nice pussy for Daddy to fuck." I kiss her

again. "Shall Daddy claim your pretty pussy in the bedroom, kitten?"

"Yes, please." She removes herself from my lap to stand up.

I stand up, as well, and I grab the bottle of tequila. She surprises

me as she grabs my ass, so I turn to face her. I'm pulled into

another kiss, and both of her hands rest on her ass. "Fuck, baby. You

really need Daddy to wreck that pussy, huh?" I chuckle.

"Yes, Daddy. You know how kitten can never get enough of

Daddy's big cock." One of her hand leaves my ass to grope my

hard as steel cock. She gasps lowly. "Shit, Daddy's ready to fuck,"

she whispers in the sweetest and sexiest voice possible as she

does with all her words.

I smile. "Daddy's always ready to fuck. Now, get your sexy little ass

upstairs."

Once we arrive in the bedroom, she plops herself on the bed. My back is turned away from her to set

the bottle of alcohol on the dresser. Then, my attention returns to her, and I discover she's

already attempting to undress herself.

"Hey, now. Don't start yet without me, baby girl." I drift to her, and

our lips latch to each other's. Her hands reach the buttons of my

shirt to begin unbuttoning. Once the buttons are undone, I slide my

shirt off, allowing gravity to take over it. My hand cups her jaw, and

I kiss her harder. Her hand trails along my chest and abdomen,

then it reaches my crotch to pet. I groan softly in her mouth from

her touch. Soon, I slide her dress past her head. She is left in a

black lace bra and panties. "Oh, you're wearing the bra and panties

daddy bought for you."

"Yeah, they're one of my favorites," she whispers.

I smile against her lips, and my hand sneaks around her back to

unclasp her bra. Her breasts are freed as I throw her bra behind

me. "Lie down, angel." She obeys. My hand locates her panties,

which I pull off. I inhale her scent from her panties before I drop

them to the ground. She bites her lip, which delivers more desire

to my member and fuels my need for her.

I turn around and amble to the dresser to obtain the bottle of

tequila. My mouth locks to the rim of the bottle, tipped by my hand,

as I acquire another taste of the alcohol. I climb onto the bed, so

my body hovers over hers, and I kiss her, sharing the alcohol

residue on my tongue with her. My lips press down to her neck;

they continue their trip south along her body, so my tongue dips

into her navel. Just before my mouth greets her dripping wet heat.

I tilt the bottle to pour some of the liquid onto her center.