She grins. “That was fun.”
“It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt,” I reply.
Shit. I don’t know why I said that. It’s not my job to parent her, to teach her she can’t go around trusting men in crime. One would think her father would have taught her that, especially given his experience.
Casey frowns. “Does everyone in their thirties sound like you?”
“No. They don’t fuck like me either.”
She smiles again. “That’s too bad. I have a thing for older men, thanks to you.”
I look at her. “You weren’t scared I might actually hurt you?”
“I was. But that’s what made it so exciting.”
I look at my arm where she scratched me.
“Sorry about that,” she says, “but you said I could try anything.”
I sit up. “You need better self-defense moves.”
She sits up too. “You want to teach me?”
Standing up, I pull up my pants. I could tell her the truth now. That I have no interest in her beyond her use as my pawn and a good fuck. I imagine the look of confusion, followed by anger, then horror or panic when I explain what I mean by her being a pawn. Then I’d have Andy take her and stash her at a safe house. There are several different ones the triad uses.
“That way, I’ll put up a better fight when you kidnap me,” she adds.
I blink in surprise. She read my mind?
“We’re doing it, right?”
The fantasy, I realize.
“If you want, I can dress up like a schoolgirl or a cheerleader,” she continues. “Lecherous old men like you always fantasize about doing a young little co-ed, right?”
I snort. “I’ve never done or had any interest in jailbait, but it sounds like you have a thing for lecherous old men.”
She leans against the back of the sofa and slides her hand between her thighs. I watch as she caresses herself.
“You are on the older side of men I’ve been with,” she says. “Second to oldest. I once tried a partner who was thirty-two.”
“How many were younger?” I ask. It shouldn’t matter, but I want to know the answer.
“Not as many as Carmen would have you believe. Are we talking BDSM partners or everyone, including college and high school?”
“So you lost your virginity in high school?”
“Sweet sixteen.”
“Was Daddy okay with that?”
“He didn’t know. But he does now.” She follows that with an impish grin. “If daddy doesn’t like that, then he should punish me. Kidnap me, lock me away, and teach me a really good lesson.”
She pins me with her stare while she continues to masturbate. She’s a sitting duck right now. But I find myself entertaining the idea of fulfilling her fantasy. Callaghan isn’t going to sell the asset for another week, so I can afford another day before she’s officially my captive.
Bracing myself against the sofa, I lean over her. “You sure that’s what you want, princess?”
She looks at me with large, bright eyes and licks her lips. “Yes, daddy.”