Page 89 of The Apprentice
“We’re not done yet.” I grabbed his shoulders and sat him up on the bed, smoothing my thumbs over his tear-streaked cheeks and wet chin. He stared at me like I’d hung the moon even as sadness lingered in the depths of his eyes. “I’m going to take you apart now, boy. I’m going to strip you naked and lie you down on the bed. Then, I will eat you out until you writhe under my tongue—begging to come. Only when I’m done with you will I fuck you until you can’t remember your name. Is that all right with you, baby boy?”
“Yes.” The breathiness in his tone made me smile. “Please, Daddy? I need you so bad.”
“Come here.” I pulled him in close. Stroking my fingers down his neck, I took the time to trace every dip and curve of his jaw and face. I petted my thumbs under his eyes, down his nose, across his eyebrows, and around his ears. I wanted my boy to feel my devotion with every touch. I wanted him to feel loved. Worshiped.
He closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose as I leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek, licking at the trail of tears he’d left behind. “Daddy.”
“I’m right here, boy. I’m not leaving you. Ever.”
I took my time undressing him, one piece of clothing at a time. His tie, then his suit jacket. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, I kissed the expanse of his chest and stomach, mapping the upper half of his body with my hands and mouth. I pressed my nose into his armpit and inhaled, and he moaned.
“You smell so good. Fuck, you make me hard, boy.”
“Please take care of me, Daddy,” he whimpered.
“Always.” I traced my hands over his ribs and up again to his shoulders before I slid his shirt off his arms.
Next, I worked open his belt and pants before dragging them and his underwear down over his ass. He lifted his hips, and Ipulled the clothing off his legs completely, along with his shoes and socks, leaving him naked for my hungry eyes.
I scraped my nails over his thighs, and he trembled. His cock was already hard and leaking at the slit. “Does that feel good, Fifi?”
He leaned forward, chin tilted toward me, silently begging me to kiss him. I placed my lips on his, our kiss slow and sensual as I continued to explore every curve, muscle, and dip. I avoided his cock, and when my fingers skimmed over his inner thighs close to his balls, he whined.
“Shh. Not yet,” I murmured, mouthing kisses along his jaw. “I have you, baby boy. Trust me. Let Daddy take care of you.”
“I do,” he whispered, his words almost lost on a gasp. “I trust you with my life, Daddy.”
“Good. I would die for you, boy. I’d give you the world.” I sucked his earlobe between my lips and nipped it with my teeth. “Tell me, what do you prefer? Me eating you out or sucking your cock? Today’s about you.”
He let out a long breath. “Cock, please.”
“Good manners, boy.” I tugged his lobe before I grabbed him under the knees and pulled him to the edge of the bed. I shifted until I was on my knees on the floor in front of him. His face was flush with pleasure and his pupils were blown. “You’re such a good boy. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy Daire.” He spread his legs and his cock bobbed in front of my face. “I belong to you.”
I brushed my hands over his knees and up his thighs before I dipped forward and darted my tongue out, pressing the flat of it over his cockhead. He inhaled sharply, then whined as I swirled my tongue around the underside of his dick. He tasted salty and clean, and I was addicted.
I licked down his length, following the visible lines of his veins as if it were a game. I feasted on every reaction, from hisshivers to the way his mouth opened in a silent gasp. He was beautiful like this—vulnerable, with his eyes still wet from tears.
I took the head into my mouth and sucked while he whimpered. I kneaded my fingers into his legs, massaging the muscles as I took even more of him between my lips. Swiping my tongue under his rigid length, I eyed him to savor his wrecked appearance. Right now was about him, about making him feel wanted and needed. He wasmine, and I was going to give him everything I could offer.
I cupped his ball sack in my palm and squeezed. The carnal wail that left him went straight to my trapped cock. His breath hitched and he rocked his hips forward, driving his length deeper into my mouth. His euphoria was so fucking mesmerizing that I hungered for more, to bring him to absolute bliss.
I tightened my hold on his balls again and sucked him all the way down my throat, and he keened, arching his hips off the bed and shoving even deeper. My gag reflex kicked in and I choked.
Fionn quickly pulled back, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean it.”
I coughed into the back of my hand before laughing once I’d caught my breath. “Boy, it’s fine. You are fucking beautiful, did you know that?” I stood and cradled his cheeks so I could kiss him gently. “Now, I’m going to fuck you. Do you want it hard or soft?”
His breath caught. “Hard, Daddy Daire. So fucking hard. Make me forget for a while.”
I nuzzled his cheek, and he closed his eyes with a peaceful sigh. “Anything for you.”
After giving him another kiss, I leaned over to the nightstand and opened the top drawer to grab the lube. I threw the bottle on the bed before I guided him backward until he was in the center of the mattress. I took a moment to appreciate the length of hislithe body, all flat lines and small muscles converging to make a gorgeous specimen of a man. My baby boy.
I removed my clothes, aware of his gaze eating me up as skin was revealed. He licked his lips, eyes dark and hungry, and I smirked down at him when I kicked off the final piece—my underwear. My cock bobbed free, hard and ready to feel his tightness around me.
“Do you want this, boy?”
