Page 62 of The Apprentice
“Fuck me,” I growled into the kiss. “That’s an order.”
He chuckled and nipped my bottom lip. “Whatever you want, boy.”
I shoved him, and he fell back a few steps, confusion passing over his face, but I didn’t wait for him to say anything before pushing him again.
Daire’s expression hardened. “What are you doing, boy?”
I stepped forward to do the same exact thing again, but he caught my wrists this time. His strength sent a shiver down my spine.
I smirked.
“Are you pushing me on purpose?” he growled, low in his throat.
“You’re a Daddy. Figure it out yourself.” I struggled, but Daire’s grip was firm, and he wouldn’t let me go anytime soon. I would have bruises by tomorrow morning. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me. “Everyone tiptoes around me and thinks I’m weak. They treat me like a child throwing a tantrum, and they don’t listen. You are the only one who handles me like an adult. Don’t get scared now,Daddy Daire.”
I wasn’t weak and I’d show him. He could toss me around, and I’d fucking thank him for it. Right now, I needed him to be my Daddy, the only man who was allowed to control me.
He stared for too long, and my heart battered against my ribs as I waited. Just when my hope that he would give me what I wanted was about to crumble, his mouth curled up in the right corner. “No.”
I frowned. “No?”
“I take the lead in the bedroom. You are my boy, and I will treat you how I see fit. You’ve been a brat, and you’ve pushed and prodded for a reaction from anyone. Isawyou, my sweet Fi.”
I startled at the nickname and swallowed, my lips dry. The name was juvenile, but I didn’t mind it coming from his mouth. Anyone else wouldn’t get away with it so lightly.
“This temper tantrum stops now.” He yanked me close, breath tickling my cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.” He laid a kiss on my jaw. “I’m going to step up and be the Daddy you need.”
I laughed at the absurdity and tried to tug my wrists out of his hold, but it was useless. He should’ve done that from the beginning, when I first gave myself to him. I wanted to hate him for everything he hadn’t done, butI loved him.“If you think?—”
“I don’t think, boy. I know. Come here.” Daire dragged me toward the bed, and as much as I pretended to struggle, I wasn’t trying to escape. A burst of pleasure streaked through me, and my tired dick twitched, ready to rally for another round of mind-melting orgasms.
He shoved me toward the bed, and I went flying face-first onto the mattress. I started to turn, but he was right behind me, a hand placed in the middle of my shoulders holding me flat against the Italian woven blanket.
“Stay right there, boy.” He licked a stripe up my neck below my ear.
I grunted and tried to bat his arm away but froze when a hand came down on my ass. I gasped, the breathwhooshingfrom my lungs. “Did you just spank me?”
“I’m going to do more than that, boy.” He held me down and playfully patted my ass. “Lift this cute peach.”
I was tempted to tell him no, to remind him that he didn’t deserve a single thing, but I wanted Daire inside me. I would do anything to get it. This wasn’t about him, but rather about me and everything I’dearned.I lifted my hips.
He reached underneath me to pop the button and pull at the zipper on my pants before he yanked them past my hips. He tugged the clothing all the way down my legs. When the material bunched around my ankles, he got rid of my shoes, then finished the job of extracting the pants. My underwear followed thesame path until I was bare assed on the bed, my dick pressing insistently against the soft blanket.
Daire stood and got rid of his jacket before taking the time to roll up his sleeves to his elbows. I couldn’t help but twist to look at him and appreciate the view of his forearms, straining with protruding veins under black ink that had my mouth watering.
Fuck.
I wanted him.
He had a glint in his eyes as he returned to the bed. His hand was back on my asscheek, but this time he was rubbing his palm in a slow, teasing circle, the heat of his skin sending sizzles of need from my ass through my entire nervous system. My brain was ready to short-circuit, and we hadn’t even begun.
Fuck.
I should’ve gone out and made him jealous earlier. If Daire kept going like this, I would come again embarrassingly fast.
I wriggled, and he slapped me across the ass. The sting made me freeze again, and my mind went blank. My dick surged, blood traveling south and straight to my rock-hard cock. “Fuck.”
“Language.”
