Page 18 of Fixate (Devious Mafia Daddies #2)

Pharrell

One minute, we were staring at each other hungrily. The next, my mouth sealed with his in a kiss that felt like fire and rebirth all at once. I was a phoenix, rising from the ashes I’d been buried under. He was the light guiding my way.

Lost to the kiss, I almost missed the way his hands tugged at my clothing. The material he yanked at was firmly in place thanks to the holster I had on though.

“Easy, mon chou,” I whispered against his lips.

Pulling back enough to break the kiss, I slipped my jacket off and let it fall to the floor. When he saw what had hindered his work, he whimpered.

He. Fucking. Whimpered.

I snapped out at him, my palm moving to the back of his neck as I took his mouth again. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t help myself.

He’d given me the green light, and I was ready to speed through.

“Daddy,” he whined when I left his lips to trail mine down the column of his throat.

“Yes, mon chou,” I teased. “What’s wrong? Tell me what you need.”

He grunted instead of answering, his hands roaming over the fabric of my unbuttoned shirt. I knew he wanted me naked. I wanted him the same way. It was only fair given the plans I had for us.

Tonight, I would show him the benefits of having me at his mercy. I’d give him the full Daddy experience since I could still feel an inkling of doubt beneath his lustful state.

“Would you like me to get naked for you? Want to see me laid bare for you?”

His nod was comically fast. Whether he realized it or not, he’d slipped into a state of submission. There was no more rational thought, no more words from him.

While I wanted to hear him beg and plead, I knew this first time would be important. Because what happened tonight would set the standard for what he expected to come.

I couldn’t give in too soon.

And I couldn’t push too far.

Taking his face between my palms, I made sure his eyes were on me before I spoke.

“Mon chou,” I cooed softly. “I am going to give you everything and more. All I ask is that you be honest with me about what you want. Use your words. For tonight, no will be enough. Say it to me and everything comes to a halt. Nod if you understand.”

Some of the haze in his eyes cleared at the command. “I understand, Daddy.”

I smiled then, wide and sure. My fingers slid through his short hair. I pulled just enough for him to feel it, though not too much to hurt.

“You’re going to go into my bedroom and strip for me. I want you to fold your clothes and put them on the dresser. Then I want you on the bed, arms behind your head.”

His pupils blew wide at the instruction. For a while now, I suspected that he’d need a firm hand to guide him. Someone to take away his need for order and instruction.

I’d gladly be that person.

Outside of the bedroom, he could keep his collected persona in place. But here, he’d be mine.

I released him to go do as I said. We’d see how well he could follow instructions after this first task.

While it was good to get an idea of what he would do for me, it was also crucial to show him he’d be rewarded when he did what I asked of him.

There was beauty in submission. I just had to show him.

As he ambled down the hall, I focused on getting my holster off and put away. Then I went about getting some water for us both and an array of finger snacks to keep him nourished while I have my way with him.

I loaded everything onto a tray, then made my way to check on him. He’d had plenty of time to get ready. Leaving him too long would make him worry, but going too soon would interrupt his process. I needed to time it just right.

When I got to the doorway, I found him on the bed in the position he’d been told to assume. I nearly tripped over my own feet at the sight.

Fuck, he was perfect.

His eyes trailed my movements as I took the tray to the dresser. I eased it down beside his stack of clothing, careful not to slam it with my shaking hands.

I wanted him so damn bad. My body vibrated with need.

Stalking to the side of the bed, I looked down on him, letting all the desire I felt show. He relaxed deeper into the mattress, as if seeing me pleased with him did wonders.

“You did well, mon chou.” I ran my fingers over his temple.

He closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. When they reopened, I couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss him. It was far too short, but I had other things to focus on.

Things like that beautiful cock of his.

I turned from his mouth to look down the length of his body. Not saying a word, I climbed up onto the bed and moved to where I’d fit between his thighs.

“Spread,” I demanded.

He moved instantly, opening himself to allow me the space I wanted. Wrapping my arms under his thighs, I moved until my mouth hovered over his length.

“Keep your eyes on me. I only want to hear you say two things: More, please or Thank you, Daddy.”

I waited for his nod, then I dove in. The first swipe of my tongue against his length felt like a shot of adrenaline.

There were people out there who hated sucking cock. I was not one of them. In fact, I’d suck one morning, noon, and night if I could. There was power in being the giver in this scenario. Every action I did determined the level of pleasure my partner could have.

With Ricardo, the enjoyment was twofold. Not only was I enjoying the power sucking his cock brought me, but I was fulfilling a fantasy I’d had for a while. There would be no more ‘what ifs’ floating around about him. I could get answers to all the deep seeded fantasies I’d had for this man.

Not that he was an experiment or anything.

This thing between us — whatever it was — felt different from other relationships and flings I’d had. I don’t know if it had to do with the buildup of want or maybe the fact that I was his first male partner. Neither seemed enough of an answer.

I allowed myself to savor every second of coaxing his pleasure free. From the soft whimpers to the way his abs tensed when I pressed my nose into that space between his groin and thigh. The spot where his smell was most potent.

“Daddy,” Ricardo shouted when I wrapped my lips around the crown.

I pulled back, squeezing his thighs tightly to get his attention. Blown pupils met my gaze, confusion lacing his expression.

“That wasn’t what I told you to say, mon chou. Are you going to do as Daddy asked?”

He closed his eyes and nodded. I smiled when he didn’t speak back, likely since neither would work in the moment. Or maybe he didn’t trust himself to follow instructions just yet.

When I took him in my mouth again, the change in him was palpable. He didn’t fidget and move as much. It was more subdued, as if he were going to allow me to spoil him how I wanted to.

“More, please.”

The words came out barely louder than a whisper, yet I felt like he’d screamed them at me. I began to suck harder against him. Each bob of my head pulled him in deeper. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the enjoyment I felt at having him this way.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

My eyes flashed open at his appreciation. I found him in the same position, though he’d gone from docile to smug. Like he had a secret he didn’t think I’d figure out.

Brat.

He thought he knew everything. Well, I’d show him.

Pushing two fingers between the edge of my lips and his cock, I wet the digits as best I could while not slowing my pace.

After I ensured they were wet enough, I trailed them over his balls and across his taint. His hole tensed when I circled it. He wasn’t telling me no or stop. He hadn’t said anything.

My eyes were still fixed on him though. And I saw the chaos behind his calm veneer.

The first finger was a bit of a tight fit. He didn’t fight me, but his body clearly wasn’t used to this being an entrance. I took my time easing the digit in and out until I felt the tension in his body melt away.

It returned when I pressed in the second, though it wasn’t nearly as long a process. His pants and moans turned to praise the harder I pressed into him.

“More, please?” He asked when he needed more.

I gave him what he asked for. I always would.

Three fingers seemed to be his sweet spot because he shook harder the more I teased his hole. I found his prostate after a few more minutes of hard fingering.

He wailed as I expertly attacked the area, making sure to suck even harder on his dick to give him two areas of pleasure to focus on. It was an assault on his nervous system. I hoped it led to a massive orgasm.

As a bonus, I wouldn’t mind if he became addicted to me and sought me out for his release. I’d be all too happy to oblige, even if we never moved beyond this level of intimacy.

His body tightened around my fingers a second before he gasped loudly. Cum shot out from his crown, coating the inside of my mouth like a fucking faucet.

The man clearly hadn’t gotten laid in a while. I damn near preened at the knowledge.

I sucked and finger fucked him through the orgasm until he was wincing with my touch. As I pulled away, I licked my lips and discreetly wiped my fingers on the sheet.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Ricardo said around a yawn as I hovered over him. He was in and out of it, his eyes not fully opened as sleep tried to take him from me.

I ran a hand over the top of his hair. “It’s ok to rest, mon chou. I’ll take care of everything.”

He hummed, though he didn’t fall asleep. I had a feeling it was due to my rather distracting erection. I grabbed the hard length and stroked myself as I leaned over him.

Ricardo wiggled a bit in the bed, almost like he was settling in to better watch me.

“Do you like seeing me stroke myself?” I asked him.

He licked his lips and nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I grinned, happy to see he was still following the rules. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Doing as Daddy asked and sticking to your words. Knowing you can listen and obey makes Daddy so hard. I’m going to come in a minute. I’ll paint your skin, then I’m going to rub it in.”

His eyes went wide, and his breaths picked up. Even his cock seemed to pulse with newfound hope.

“After I’m done, I’ll get a warm cloth to clean us up. In the morning, we’ll have to get up early to shower. Daddy will take care of you though, since good boys deserve special treatment, right?”

He nodded quickly, then stayed still while I finished stroking myself. The orgasm had been right on the edge, so it was no surprise I was coming far quicker than I normally did.

Ropes of clear white fell across his abdomen. I spread it into his skin, just like I’d told him I would. Only once I had his entire stomach and chest covered did I feel like I could settle. Marking him with proof of my desire settled the raging pulse of lust inside me.

When I looked back up to see how Ricardo felt about what we’d done, I found his eyes closed and his breathing even. My boy had fallen asleep.

Oh, my heart.

He was going to destroy me if things didn’t work out. And I had a feeling I’d still thank him when it was all over.