Page 26 of The Apprentice
Perfection.
I smoothed my hands over each of Fionn’s cheeks and slapped them, watching them wobble underneath the expensive clothing, and then licked my lips. “Boy, take your pants and underwear off. Now.”
He whimpered and slid his hands to his belt, unbuckling and yanking on it, while I took a step back and watched him, happy to enjoy the show he was about to put on. But he didn’t get the message, merely shoving his pants and underwear down quickly and attempting to step out of them after his shoes went flying. He nearly tripped in the process.
I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been so turned on. My cock throbbed, straining against my briefs as he slapped his palms back against the wall and spread his legs, resuming his previous position.
Some have said that Fionn wasn’t the kind of man who could run a mafia. He was too innocent, too much of an “order taker,” and while I’d understood why people thought that, I knew better. He was Sloan’s nephew. Given the time, he would learn to grow as fierce as his uncle. Sloan had the same doubts as Fionn when he was a teenager.
“Am I just going to stand here, Daddy?” Fionn whispered. “Is this... a punishment?”
I shifted closer and laid my hand on the middle of his pale back.
He tensed and shivered under my touch.
“No. You’re doing good, boy. So good.”
He gasped. “Thank you, Daddy. I want to please you.”
“But you’re the one who’s going to be the boss eventually, aren’t you?” I asked, dragging the nail of my index finger down his spine, heading south toward his round ass.
“Yes?” He sounded uncertain, and his breath caught when my finger reached the top of his cheeks, where I stopped.
“I should be serving you, boy.” I smirked and went to my knees behind him, laying my hands on his ass, spreading it.
He froze, spine going stiff. “I . . . .”
“What, boy?” I kissed his right cheek, then his left. “You got something to say?”
He trembled harder. “No, Daddy Daire.”
“Are you sure?” I squeezed that delectable bubble butt and dipped my thumb into Fionn’s crease, rubbing the pad over his hole, not quite pressing in but teasing. “Because I’m going to eat you out, boy, and I’m going to make you ready for my cock with my tongue alone. Do you want that?”
He bent his fingers and scratched the wall. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes filled with tears, and nodded. “Yes. I do.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I moved forward and brushed my tongue around the edge of his pucker before dipping into his hole. Nails digging into Fionn’s cheeks, I took the time to open him good, all the while listening to the moans and whimpers that left his pretty lips. The noises were everything and more, and my cock throbbed.
There were too many reasons why having sex with Fionn was a bad idea, but now that I’d had a taste, I worried I would become addicted. The moans and the way he trembled under my hands and tongue were alluring, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been overwhelmed with a fiery need like I was now. I wanted to sink into his tight heat and come, balls deep inside him.
I used my fingers alongside my tongue, because while I’d told Fionn I wouldn’t, I had a feeling Fionn wasn’t as experienced as he pretended to be. And I was okay with that. The thought of other men touching someone so beautiful, soinnocent, and sominemade my hands itch to hurt them. Another warning sign of how dangerous this all was.
“Please. Daddy, please. Fuck. Your tongue feels so good. I need you. I want you.” Fionn was mumbling, tremble after tremble sliding through his body, until I thought his knees would give out completely. I had no choice but to hold his hips in case he collapsed.
“Is that what you want, boy?” I rose to my feet and grabbed Fionn’s shoulders, turning him around. Hooking a finger under Fionn’s chin, I raised his head so that we stared at each other. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Fionn shoved forward, latching on to my mouth with his in a rough kiss that had me hungry for more. Grabbing Fionn’s hips, I hauled him closer as we ate at each other’s lips, starving and desperate and needy.
When we finally broke away for air, Fionn licked the corner of my mouth. “Please fuck me? I’ll do whatever you want.”
This boy—man—needed my orders. Begged for them.
I would be stupid not to give Fionn what he desired. I turned us and slowly led us to Fionn’s bed, which was wide and took up a lot of space in the huge room. Decorated in deep blues, Fionn’s bedding was neat as a pin—but not for long.
When I managed to get Fionn to sit on the edge of the bed, I smirked and spread my arms. “Undress me.”
Fionn’s mouth popped open for a short moment, and then he grinned and did as he was told. He took his time, but I didn’t mind. With every piece of my suit that Fionn got rid of, he stopped to appreciate the skin that appeared beneath it. He ran his fingers over my body like I was a god to be worshiped. He mapped my chest and abs, then my hips and thighs. He stared at my exposed cock, hard and long and thick, and swallowed visibly.
