Page 63 of The Apprentice
I moaned. After another crack, his hand licked heat across my ass. I trembled, tingles spreading over my skin.
“Fuck off. You’ve never cared,” I grunted out, half tempting him to make another move. Just because I let him touch me again didn’t mean I was letting him off the hook. He had a long journey full of groveling in his future.
“Fine, boy. You asked for this.” When his palm came down on my bare ass again, the sound echoed around the room. My asscheeks jiggled under the force. The mixed feeling of pleasure and pain burst inside me. My dick jerked where it was trapped, and I rocked forward, a needy whimper spilling from my lips before I could stop it. I cursed myself and sent a glare over my shoulder at him.
I wasn’t going to give Daire what he wanted.
Not until he’d earned it.
“Is that what you call spanking?” I raised my chin and laughed. “I’m sure Michele could do better than that. Maybe I should go find out.”
“Boy.” He shook his head and chuckled.
I frowned because it wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. I went to move, but Daire held me down and slapped me across the ass again, this time hard enough that it had to have left a handprint. I hissed and my insides throbbed.
“You’re going to regret saying that.”
I hoped he was right.
Daire used his hand as a weapon, striking my tender flesh with his palm until I was writhing with excruciating need. Heat exploded from my asscheeks, and my balls drew tighter to my body, threatening a release I didn’t want before he got inside me.
“Fuck me,” I moaned out desperately, shuddering under another firm smack across the ass.
“You don’t get to tell me what you want right now.” He brought down his palm again, striking a spot on my cheeks that was already hot and deliciously painful. “Not after the insults you threw at me.”
I wriggled and glared over my shoulder. My dick pulsed, and I clenched my ass, trying to hold back the orgasm threatening to rip through me—from a spanking, no less. “Please.” I swallowed and huffed. “Please, Daddy Daire.Please. Youoweme.”
He paused, hand caressing my right cheek, and glanced at me with a frown. “Boy. Fionn. Listen to me.” He tickled his fingers up my spine, and I shivered. “I am sorry and will make up for the hurt I caused you. I will be the man you need, and I will support you the same as I do with Sloan, but what you need to understand is in this bedroom, you are my boy. I am your Daddy.Iam the one who calls the shots. I choose what you needand deserve. So, while we’re playing or having sex, you can tell me what you want, but don’t try to guilt me for my mistakes. You can do that all you want outside of this room, and I’ll be sure to make up for it, but when you’re my boy, I’m in charge.”
Guilt clocked me in the stomach, and I flinched. As much as hehadbeen in the wrong and I wanted him to make up for it, I hadn’t meant what I’d said to sound that way. Not really. I never wanted to manipulate Daire into anything he didn’t want to do, no matter how furious I was with him. While Ishouldbe good at that type of game, because Sloan used all sorts of tricks to his advantage, I never wanted to do that with Daire. Ever.
Yet his words brought tears to my eyes. He was my Daddy. This man who I’d loved for eight years was finallywith mein every way. He was promising me a future. Forever.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He brushed his lips across the burning skin of my asscheek and continued to rub up my back. “I understand your anger. I’m mad at myself, too. We’ll talk about it later. For now, let me be the Daddy you need.”
I licked my dry lips. “I.... I don’t know what that involves. When we’ve had sex, it was amazing, and I enjoyed calling you Daddy Daire, but I don’t know what it really means.”
“I don’t know everything, but I do know it means that as your Daddy, it’s my job to take care of you. The rest we can figure out. Together.” He leaned down to lay a kiss at the base of my spine, then licked up the length of my back. “You’ve been pushing since Conall came into the house, begging for this, and I was stupid and let it slide.”
“Then, why didn’t you give it to me? Why now?” I hated how my voice wobbled, but despite the heartache, he always made me feel safe. I could be vulnerable because he never judged me when we were together. I buried my face against the pillow rather thanlook at Daire, but I raised my mouth enough that he could hear me. “Why weren’t you the Daddy I needed you to be?”
“I thought I was doing the right thing.” He sighed. “Keeping distance. I’d let you call me Daddy, and we didn’t need to get deeper into the lifestyle. I was always a step through that door, wanting you and needing you and living the Daddy life with you, but also trying to stay away from you so I didn’t hurt you. I ended up doing that anyway.”
I twisted to look at him. “So, as your boy, it’smyjob to tell you that you were in the wrong this time.”
His mouth twitched and he nodded seriously. “You’re right. Thank you.” He smoothed his hand up my back again, fingers tickling my sensitive skin, then went higher to card his fingers through my hair.
I wouldn’t get over all the years of pain quickly, but I trusted him to make it right. I’d ached for this relationship for too long to let it slip through my fingers. He’d have the rest of our lives to be better.
I shivered under his touch, then pouted. “Can you fuck me now, Daddy Daire? It’s been too long.”
“Yes, my sweet boy. For you, I can.” Daire grabbed me by the hips and flipped me. My world spun and my stomach knotted with anxiety now that I was on my back. My breath caught in my throat, and I tried hard to swallow around the nerves that had begun to multiply. Any confidence I had earlier disappeared now that I was below him, staring up at my Daddy.
Daire smoothed his palm up my thigh and smiled—that was all it took for my heart to skip a beat. How could I be so in love with the one man who’d hurt me so much? When I was younger, Sloan had told me love was a weakness and nothing but pain—I now understood what he meant. Yet, Sloan still succumbed to the temptation of loving, and I did, too. Hell, I’d been in love since the first time Daire kissed me.
He stared at me with devotion that shouldn’t have been possible, eyes full of promises that had me squirming in delight. He leaned down to kiss the inside of my knee, then my thigh. “Lube still where it always is, boy?”
