Don't Call Me Daddy

A deleted scene, between Diablo and Cheshire, from Blood & Bondage -- which is nearing the finish line!

This scene takes place in The Empyreal Den brothel.

Diablo is a canine shape shifter male, hired as a guard in. Cheshire is one of the sex workers.

NOTE: This is completely unedited and includes multiple POVs. Meaning you get both character's thoughts.

Intended Audience: Adult

TW: explicit smut (MF)

Diablo stormed down the hall and slammed open the door to Cheshire’s room. He didn’t give a shit if she’d been with a client or not, but she wasn’t, so it was a moot point. As she was getting off her bed, it made gripping her by the throat and slamming her up against the bedpost a rather simple task.

His eyes were jet black as he glared down at her. “If what I have just heard is true, you are going to be extremely sorry you ever asked for my dick in your cunt.”

Her eyes darkened. “As much as I’m enjoying the foreplay, what the fuck are you yammering on about?”

“Do not play stupid with me,” he growled out. “Let us just say that, when one of your co-workers called me Daddy, it did not do anything good for my mood.”

“Excuse me! Unless they planned on some fucking age play, then I seriously don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

His gaze narrowed. It would appear she truly wasn’t aware of what was being said. Still. He didn’t let go of her throat yet. “If you are in love with me you are going to get your pretty little heart broken. And if you have forgone your herbs so I will knock you up, I am going to make this very clear, right here and now, so there are no… miscommunications. I refuse to have any fucking runts running around with my name on them. And if that is true and you have gotten pregnant by me, let me assure you that I will take care of it myself. And it will not be pleasant for you.”

Cheshire stared at him like he was a fucking idiot. In love? She didn’t know whether to laugh or growl. Moron. It was the last part that pissed her off the most. And whoever fed him that bullshit was going to pray for death. “Let’s be clear about a couple of things. Love isn’t in my repertoire. I fuck. I don’t love anyone. Sure as shit if I was, it wouldn’t fucking be you. As for the herbs… I don’t know who told you that bullshit, but I don’t want any fucking demons running around. Now, where the fuck did you get any of this from?” Her eyes darkened almost to the point that they were as black as her hair.

“Jade, with a string of names attached as to who the originator was, ending with Ivory. Would not surprise me; she seems to have her pussy in everything that has to do with stirring up trouble. But it is all over the fucking sanctum, which as you well know, if it gets to certain people, is going to mean more than my job. I just happen to like my job.” He finally released the hold he had on her throat. “Figure it out and fix it. Before I do. Because—trust me, sweetheart—no one wants me to fix it.”

Ivory, why the fuck didn’t that surprise her? “Oh, I’ll take care of it alright.” He thought he’d get it bad. The fucker didn’t know the half of it.

“Good. Do me a favor and let her know, if she cannot learn to keep her mouth shut unless there is a dick in it, I know several ways to rectify that.” Diablo turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him. He’d give Cheshire a chance to fix it. But he’d better not hear another fucking word about it. Which, judging by the look on her face, and the heat of fury rolling off of her, that wouldn’t be an issue. As pissed off as she was, there wasn’t a single person in this place that was about to envy Ivory.