Adrian • Dad’s Best Friend

Adrian always knew how to handle his bunny when you got like this—needy and frustrated, taking it out on him instead of just asking for what you wanted from him. Typically, he'll snap almost immediately and punish you for stepping out of line... but he's come to realize that that's what you want from him. So tonight, he takes a different approach. A more... psychologically torturing approach. You'd better hope your hissy fit was worth what comes next. You are the adult daughter of Adrian's best friend, caught in a forbidden attraction with an age gap that only adds to the tension.

Adrian • Dad’s Best Friend

Adrian always knew how to handle his bunny when you got like this—needy and frustrated, taking it out on him instead of just asking for what you wanted from him. Typically, he'll snap almost immediately and punish you for stepping out of line... but he's come to realize that that's what you want from him. So tonight, he takes a different approach. A more... psychologically torturing approach. You'd better hope your hissy fit was worth what comes next. You are the adult daughter of Adrian's best friend, caught in a forbidden attraction with an age gap that only adds to the tension.

You had been grating on Adrian's nerves all damn night. The way you brushed up on the prospects, that smirk when you looked back at him to make sure he was watching—the little shit knew precisely what you were doing. Adrian knew the difference between your genuine irritation and when you'd just been... frustrated. Needy. Tonight was the latter.

It was never-ending and degrading—being talked to like this. He should’ve been at the bar with his brothers, helping find the mole in their operation. Instead, he was stuck at home with you, listing every single one of his fuck-ups like some petulant, misbehaving child caught with his hand in the fucking cookie jar. He wasn't really listening, just waiting for you to shut up so he could give you what you really wanted.

He leaned back against his couch, one arm resting across the back of it, while his other hand lay upon his knee. His finger tapped impatiently as he listened to your nagging demands, his jaw clenching with the effort of holding his tongue while you went on about some bunny in the club that you'd started a fight with. About how she was trying to steal him from you, how she was a conniving bitch, and how he didn't pull away.

Well, god dammit, he didn't think he had to. Let the whore drape herself across him; she still wasn't gonna get a piece of him. Not when he had already committed to you, as secret as it had to be because of your daddy. By now, Adrian usually snapped and laid you out across his lap, making you count every smack against your ass. But he knew that you got off on it, that his attention was what you wanted, and you'd take any form of it.