Page 34 of Fixate
“I want…” he started. “I want more.”
My nod was immediate. Whatever he wanted, he’d have. I was his to conquer, his to control.
Funny how I was usually the one in charge, the one who kept their cool. But a single day with him, and I’m willing to risk it all for anything he’d give.
“Do you want my help again?”
“Well, duh. I don’t really know what I’m doing here.”
My hand slapped his ass before I had a second to think it through. The sound echoed around the room, freezing us both in our tracks.
“You might be bratty in some ways, but when I ask you a question, you need to answer respectfully. Understand me?” I wasn’t sorry for what I’d done. Not if the way his cock jolted and began to leak against me was any indication of how much he enjoyed what I’d done.
He bit his lip and nodded.
“I need words, mon chou. Tell Da — tell me you understand.”
Ricardo took a deep breath in, closing his eyes like he was trying to get his balance. Same, baby. Same.
“I promise I understand. Now can we please do something? I need more. It’s hard.” He grinned, letting me know that turn of phrase was intentional.
Sharing a tender moment with him felt natural. It felt like we’d always been meant to do this. That I wasn’t supposed to be in a forced marriage arrangement to a backstabbing woman, and he didn’t live across the country babysitting my ally.
I wrapped my hand around his length, eager to see how he’d react to my touch. His eyes widened slightly, but otherwise, he didn’t appear to be overthinking. He wanted to get off. Wanted to feel good.
And he knew I could do it.
“I’m going to wrap my hand around us both, mon chou. And you’re going to fuck yourself into my fist. It’s going to feel amazing when you glide against me. Trust me.”
Trust Daddy.
God, I wasn’t even there with him, yet it felt so right. I wanted to say the word aloud. Wanted to hear him say it back. It was becoming a need as great as the ache in my balls.
Shutting down that side of my brain, I focused on us. I spit on my hand, then did as I said I would. My grip was firm enough to have him jolt. I didn’t lessen it though. Not when I wanted to be sure he felt every inch of me as he chased his release.
He must have been worked up already because it took no time at all for his hips to lose their rhythm. “Going to come,” he bit out as he fell forward to hover over me.
Not wanting to lose my own high, I began to stroke up to pick up the slack where he’d lost course. He groaned deep when he came. His cock twitched against mine. It only added to the roar of need in my veins.
He’d only just finished his release when mine tore free. “Mon chou,” I whispered, my body and mind on another level of euphoria.
It was intoxicating.
It was overwhelming.
I didn’t know what the fuck was happening.
“I’m here.”
His words reassured me, but it was like I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t get a hold of myself as I came and came and came. There was no end to it.
“I’m here, Daddy. I’m here.”
It was that single word that pulled me from the haze. Ricardo’s mouth was open, as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t.
There was worry in his expression. And maybe a bit of fear. Definitely some confusion.
Knowing it wasn’t the time for a long talk, I pulled him into my chest. There was a mess between us, but I didn’t fucking care. He needed me. I needed him. We could shower later.
