Chapter 6

The bass from the main hall thumped through the floorboards of the back room, a steady, heavy heartbeat that matched the frantic rhythm of my own pulse. The air here was thick, saturated with the scent of stale beer, sweat, and the sharp, musky aroma of leather that clung to every surface. I sat on the edge of the worn velvet couch, my legs spread wide, still wearing the leather jacket I’d tossed off earlier, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. My top was unbuttoned, hanging open to expose the swell of my breasts, but it was my ass that demanded all the attention. It was spread wide for him, the fabric of my low-rise jeans pulled down just enough to expose the pale, vulnerable curve of my cheeks, already flushed pink from the anticipation. He stood before me, a towering silhouette of muscle and matte black leather. He hadn’t changed his pants; the heavy denim hugged his hips, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he moved. His name was Silas, though I rarely used it. To me, he was always *Daddy*, the title dropping from my lips like a prayer I was desperate to whisper again.