Page 29 of Fixate (Devious Mafia Daddies #2)

Pharrell

My boy had no clue about the lengths I would go to show him how much I cared. Even this, our teasing and the spanking that would soon follow, were all proof of the feelings that had grown between us.

This punishment would be as much for him as it was for me.

“Take your clothes off,” I demanded as I eased myself down to the bed.

He stared at me for a long moment before doing as I asked. I thought for sure he would argue with me more. That maybe the bit of brat I’d seen in him would flare up.

I couldn’t decide if I was disappointed or not to have him go along with my command.

There was beauty in a submissive who did everything you asked of them. The power exchange was something that never truly got old.

But a brat could be fun too. They loved to test limits to the point of punishments, or funishments even, depending on the agreements in place between partners.

Ricardo and I didn’t have anything formal. This wasn’t a club setting or a scene where we’d agreed to meet up. This entire interaction was simply us. It was our connection, the bond we’d formed the minute he let me become his Daddy.

Once he stripped down, he stood across from me. Though he was the one looking down at me, it was obvious who held the power here. I was going to be the one delivering the blows to that gorgeous ass of his since he decided to hide something so important from me.

I shifted back more to give him some room. Patting my lap, I motioned for him to lie down.

The silent exchange agitated him. His bravado from before was gone, leaving in its place a hint of confusion.

As he eased down, I stopped him with a tap on the chin. “Mon chou,” I said softly. “This isn’t me angry. I’m merely teaching my boy a lesson.”

“What lesson?”

The question was genuine and sweet. But it was also an act.

He knew what I was trying to teach him.

At my raised brow, he shrugged. “It was worth a shot. I wanted to see if you’d say it again.”

“Say it again? What? That your pleasure is mine. That Daddy is in control of when and where you come. That this body is mine to play with however I like. That this punishment is to show you what happens when you don’t do as I say.”

He shivered. “Yes, Daddy.”

Desire echoed through his tone. My cock pressed tighter against my zipper, desperate to come out for the fun ahead. I took a deep breath, willing the fucking thing to calm down. It wouldn’t do either of us any good for me to come while trying to teach him a lesson.

“In my lap.” I motioned once more to how I wanted him.

His naked body draped against my thighs like he was made to always be here. I’d never been a huge fan of spanking. Sure, it had its place in any dynamic where both partners were consenting. But to call it a favorite would be a stretch.

Seeing Ricardo’s perky cheeks in my lap changed my opinion on the matter.

This was going to become an addiction. I needed to see his long, muscular form spread out like this on a regular basis.

My eyes ate up every inch of him, tracing along the curves of muscle and tattoos I hadn’t much paid attention to before. I’d noticed them, of course. Now, though, I was taking them in with the type of attention one gave pieces in a museum. Because that’s what looking at Ricardo sometimes felt like.

He was a masterpiece. Someone had taken their time when creating him.

It made me irrationally jealous that others got to look upon his beauty this way. I wanted to lock him away in my penthouse and keep him to myself.

At the same time, I had the urge to drag him around town for show. I’d drape him in the finest clothing, feed him the most delicious food, and mark my territory like the fucking psycho possessive bastard I apparently was.

Good grief.

I was being ridiculous.

Yet even with my drifted thoughts, my boy managed to stay still on my lap. His muscles were relaxed, no sign of stress as he trusted me to handle whatever came next.

I ran my hand over one side of his ass, letting myself take in the rounded curve. Then I shifted to the other side to repeat the movement in reverse. It was a simple movement, yet it did more to make him tremble than waiting him out had done.

“Are you ready, mon chou?”

He nodded against the bedspread. He’d left his arms out to the side with his face in the blanket. No fighting or trying to get comfortable even. It was like he needed to let the punishment play out before he settled on how he needed to be.

A grin lit my face at the idea. I wanted him to commit to the process. And part of that was about letting it happen.

“Words, please,” I insisted. “A nod isn’t enough for this.”

Ricardo sucked in a breath. “Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”

“Very well. You will have one hit per toy you’ve purchased without me. If you’re good for your punishment, then I’ll use one of your toys on you. Sound good?”

He shook his head. “No, Daddy.”

I froze, equal parts proud and confused. Before I could ask what he meant, he spoke up again.

“No more toys. I want your cock. They were only to practice.”

My cock pulsed beneath him like a raging bull ready to get in the arena.

Fuck.

I almost didn’t want to punish him now. He hadn’t done anything wrong to begin with. This was merely to show him who owned his orgasms. Ricardo had to see the connection we had was layered. He needed to understand he could trust me to help him through anything he needed — including sex.

Maybe even especially sex. It was vital to our relationship that we learned to communicate.

“Oh, mon chou. You are full of surprises. We’re going to talk about this more later. For now, you’ll get your eleven hits, then I’ll fill you until you’re leaking my cum. Agreed?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly.

I swatted him sharply. Not too hard, but more than enough to sting.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

I rubbed the place I’d hit. The motion would soothe the spot as I thought about how to keep my cool.

Coming too soon would only disappoint my boy.

I had to keep my shit together while doling out this spanking.

Then after, I could have what I’ve been craving since the minute I met him all those years ago.

“Let’s begin,” I said with as even a tone as I could. “Count as we go.”

The first hit was the same intensity of the single blow I’d given him. He held still, mumbling out, “One” loud enough for me to hear. I grinned, then went again.

“Two.” Swat.

“Three.” Swat.

“Four.” Swat.

This repeated on and on until I hit ten. My boy’s body began to tremble then. It could have been because of the adrenaline of the hits. Or it could have been because he knew he was close to getting the one thing he wanted: my cock.

I ran a hand over his pink cheeks, careful not to press too hard. Then I took a path down his spine until I could reach the back of his neck. Squeezing it once, I waited for his body to ease its movements.

When he was still, I asked, “Are you ready for the final one?”

He couldn’t nod with the grip I had. Forced to speak, he answered with a choked voice. “Yes, Daddy. Please.” Then, in a softer tone, “Please.”

My heart damn near exploded. Fuck, did I love hearing him beg.

I took my hand away, then delivered the final blow. The second I pulled away, two things happened at once: My boy cried out with a whine so loud my cock wept, and I shifted him to the middle of the bed so I could rapidly strip my clothes away.

“Daddy is going to take care of you,” I said as I tore at the fabric. “You’re going to be so full and happy in a second. You’ll want to ride my cock every morning and every night. I’ll have you addicted.”

He turned to his side, which gave him a chance to look at me while I worked my clothes free. Why wouldn’t these fucking things come off any faster?

His smile tugged at me, practically begging me to declare how much I loved him and to make him mine forever. It was a fucking irrational thought. One I couldn’t entertain with all the shit we still had going on.

But I couldn’t deny how much he meant to me already.

This thing between us had been building for far longer than others thought.

I climbed onto the bed until I hovered over him.

The toys he’d purchased were lined up beside us, a mockery of my actual cock.

Not one of them came close to matching me perfectly.

A fact I was truly ok with because it meant when he had me, I’d be unique to him.

He’ll have never felt anything of my size before.

And he never will again.

The possessive voice inside me was determined to make me into a pathetic, needy Daddy at this rate.

I grabbed the lube from his nightstand and covered us both.

My fingers trailed over his puckered hole as I pictured him taking each of these toys to bed.

He’d worked himself open to be ready to take me.

They weren’t my enemy. If anything, I should be happy he went through all that trouble to be able to open his body up.

“Fuck, Daddy,” he whined when my finger slipped inside.

The digit was sucked in greedily, his body eager to be filled. I raised my brows, though he couldn’t see me. My boy had turned to the bed, burying his face as if it would mute his cries of pleasure.

I added more fingers to be sure, but by the time I eased the third in, and he wasn’t begging me to stop, I knew there was no need to wait any longer. Lining up with his body, I pushed my way in with a patience I did not feel.

If anything, I wanted to force my cock deep enough he’d feel it for days while I left a trail of marks along his neck to show anyone he came in contact with how well taken care of he was.

I wanted to pound into him until he couldn’t walk right.

Wanted to have him crying and begging, unsure if he was asking me to stop or to keep going.

The rush of my thoughts had me bottoming out on the first stroke. I threw my head back, groaning at the tight feeling of him around me.

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t fucking breath.

Heaven. He was goddamn heaven on earth.

This ass was mine. From now on, I owned it. I owned him. And he owned me. My dick was never going to get hard again for anyone else. I knew that as well as I knew my own name.

“Mon chou,” I whispered reverently.

He looked over his shoulder, and my heart stopped. His eyes were glassy. Like he was about to cry.

“Ricardo.”

His head shook quickly. “Not upset!”

“No?”

“No, Daddy. Happy. So fucking happy. You feel… fuck! I need you to move. Please, move.” I shifted my hips back, turning his words into a whine.

I felt renewed at his words. While my mind wasn’t able to process it right away, my body could. I took to fucking my boy like he wanted, no, like he needed.

Because what I quickly discovered as I thrust into him was how greedy he was for my cock. He begged and whined, going from promising to be a good boy to threatening me with bodily harm. I would have laughed if I weren’t so focused on giving him the best dicking down of his life.

Granted, I was the first. But still, it was the principle of the idea.

“Daddy, close. I’m… so cloooooohhhhh,” his warning broke with a moan.

My boy’s body tensed around me, squeezing the fuck out of my length. I had no choice but to come. To be fair, I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to make it this far without breaking.

No matter the reason. I was done for.

When I finished coming and Ricardo was done twitching, I slowly pulled out of him. I gently spread his cheeks apart, watching with a sick fascination as my cum leaked from his fluttering hole.

Red handprints on his ass.

My cum leaking from him.

He was mine.

And now that I’d had a taste, he was never going to get away from me.