Page 81 of The Apprentice
He dropped me back to my feet, and I wailed in disappointment, which quickly warped into a moan when he spun me around and slammed my chest against the shelf again. More books wobbled and tumbled from their spots, clattering against the wooden floor.
A shiver swept down my spine, and I trembled as he yanked at my pants. I wriggled my hips to show off my ass.
He gripped my hands and slammed them against the shelf. “Hands stay there. Do not move them. Understand, boy?”
I whined in answer and received a sharp slap to my underwear-covered ass for it.
“Words. Daddy needs to hear the words, boy.” His tongue traced the shell of my ear, chest pressed firmly against my back. The familiar outline of his bulge rubbed the cleft of my ass, and I trembled harder. Fuck.
“I understand, Daddy. I won’t move my hands.”
“Good boy.” He nibbled the top of my ear before he was gone. The weight of his body against my back lifted, and I held in the urge to whimper in disappointment. The sound of a drawer opening met my ears, but I was too scared to turn around in case I was punished for it.
Then, he returned. He shifted the collar of my suit jacket and dress shirt so he could kiss the back of my neck, and the feel of his lips sent a wave of desire crashing through me, landing straight in my balls. My dick twitched where it was stuck in my underwear. We hadn’t even started, and I was already on edge, ready to fall over the cliff of pleasure.
He yanked down my underwear to join my pants, and I shivered as the cool air hit my heated skin. “I’m going to fuck you nice and deep, boy. You’ll feel me in your ass tomorrow when we go see Sloan.”
I groaned. “Yes, please, Daddy Daire.”
“Will you be good for me?” He bit the back of my neck, and I crowed.
“So good, Daddy. I swear.”
“Who do you belong to?” He slapped my ass, and the blow stung, but also had a spike of pleasure heading straight for my dick.
“You. Only you, Daddy Daire.”
He smoothed a hand over my right asscheek, and I gasped. “Good boy. You own me, too. I’m so proud of you.”
My dick bobbed and precum dripped down to the hardwood below. His words wove around to embrace my heart, healing the cuts from all the hurtful words he’d thrown at me over the years. Daire was my protector. My Daddy.
I bit my lip to stop a moan at the familiar sound of the lube bottle opening. Then, his fingers were at my hole. I kicked my pants and underwear lower until they fell around my ankles so I could spread my knees wider.
“You desperate for it, boy?” Daire nuzzled the side of my neck.
I whimpered. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Will you be good for me?” His finger slipped between my cheeks and teased my entrance, petting across my hole.
“So good. Only for you, Daddy.” I turned my head, and he planted a kiss on my mouth as he pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle. “Please. I like the stretch. I don’t need your fingers, I want your dick.”
“Hmm.” He pressed his nose to my cheek and breathed me in. “Do you deserve my cock, boy?”
“I’m good,” I whined. “I’m so good for you.”
“Youarevery good. A boy that any Daddy would be proud of.”
I cried out and brought my fist to my mouth to bite down on my knuckles—forgetting about his rule. Embarrassment burned my cheeks at the shameful sound that left me. His praise alone almost had me coming. How fucking pathetic was that?
“No, no, boy. I told you not to move.” Daire curled his fingers around my wrist, gently pulled my hand away from my face, and guided it back to the shelf. “I want to hear all the noises you make. Let Daddy hear you.”
He added a second finger, and I pouted over my shoulder at him. “Please use your dick. I need you.”
He grunted and removed his fingers.
I sighed in relief as the slick tip of his dick nudged my entrance. I arched my back, giving him the right angle to just slip on in.
He laughed deep in his throat. “You’re desperate for it, boy.”
