CHAPTER 6 Please Daddy, Put It In
Apollo
I wasn't the kind of man who acted on impulse. Once I made a decision, I stuck with it. I had my rules, and one of them was never sleeping with a woman without protection.
I looked down at the younger woman lying on my bed. Twenty-three? I was seventeen years older. The age difference was quite a lot. On any other day, I might've overlooked her. But tonight, with her skin flushed and lips parted, my cock throbbed with the kind of hunger I hadn't felt in a long time.
"I don't do things without clarity," I said, my voice low as I placed my hands on either side of her, caging her in without touching her. "Do I have your consent?"
She nodded, all that earlier sass or confidence she had evaporating under my stare.
"Use your words," I told her, firmer this time.
"Yes," she breathed out. "Yes, you do."
Damn me. She looked so delicate, so damn innocent. Like a flower, and here I was, feeling like a beast, barely restrained, ready to ruin her. I didn't know I was capable of impatience.
"This night means nothing," I said quietly. "It's a one-time thing. Don't get any ideas, especially not about carrying my child. If I find out you're trying to trap me because my father put you up to it, I'll ruin you."
"To make it fair," I added, "I'll increase the amount my father promised you."
She blinked, confused for a moment, then nodded again. "Deal. A-Are you done? Please... can you touch me now?" Her tone was pleading, desperate in a way that sent another pulse of heat through me. She leaned up toward my mouth, clearly aiming for a kiss.
"Don't," I warned coldly. "Try to kiss me and this ends. Is that clear?"
She flinched like I'd slapped her. "Yes, sir."
Sir?
I raised an eyebrow.
Many had called me sir before, but something about the way it slipped from her lips felt different. There was a raw edge to her voice, like submission tasted sweet on her tongue.
My gaze swept down her body, stopping at the red lingerie clinging to her curves. It did exactly what it was meant to, it made her look sinfully irresistible. But right now, it was in my way. With one sharp tug, I yanked the bra down.
Her breasts spilled out, soft, full, perky. The sight alone made my cock twitch again.
I looked at her face, cheeks flushed deep crimson, eyes darting away before trying to meet mine again. She was embarrassed and yet thrilled.
She wanted me to see her like this.
I smirked and brought my thumb to her nipple, pressing it. She gasped, her eyes widening as the sensitive bud hardened instantly under my touch.
Leaning in close, I let my breath ghost along her neck, then her ear.
"Does this turn you on?" I growled, repeating the exact words she'd dared to ask earlier.
She looked up at me, as if trying to speak, but the words wouldn't come.
I kept going. "Do you get off on the idea of being controlled in bed? Hmm? Is that what you want?" My lips hovered over her face. "Baby girl vibes, is that it? You want me to call you baby girl?"
"I-I... Nnhg—" she moaned, bucking slightly when I pinched her nipple again, this time a little harder. Her whole body shivered.
She was so responsive, it drove me so fucking crazy.
I licked my lips slowly, the way a starved predator might when its prey was laid bare and helpless before it. Everything in me burned to take her, to bury myself deep and hard until she was screaming, but I held back. She needed to be ready for me.
I leaned in, brushing my mouth over one soft, pink nipple. It was sensitive beneath my tongue. Her back arched instantly, and a moan escaped her lips. "Haahhh..."
I sucked harder, tongue circling before I scraped my teeth lightly over it. She whimpered, fingers fisting the sheets beneath her, hips twitching as if begging for more contact. Her other breast didn't escape my attention, my hand found it, teasing, tugging, rolling the nipple until she was squirming beneath me.
Her legs shifted restlessly, brushing against me, those soft thighs rubbing up against my hardness.
Patient, Apollo, I told myself, jaw clenched. Fucking patient.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were dark with need, silently pleading for me to continue.
I'd never seen anyone so goddamn beautiful in that moment of pure lust.
I chuckled darkly, you're a bastard, Apollo. Getting this turned on by a woman this young.
My thumb moved to her lips, brushing them, then I slid my hand down over her collarbone, down her ribs, to her waist.
I hooked my finger around the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, and what I saw made me pause.
She was dripping wet.
For a moment, I just stared. I'd seen desire before, but this was different. She was wet, her skin glistening with need, her wetness coating the inside of her thighs
If I slid a finger inside her right now, or my cock, I'd sink easily. That thought alone made my jaw tighten.
"I wonder..." I murmured, my voice. "What exactly got you this wet? And why are you already so sensitive?"
I let my hand trail down, deliberately avoiding where she craved me. My fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, stopping before her pussy. She jolted, her hips rising instinctively, biting her lip harder.
My eyes flicked to her mouth again. If she kept that up, I'd be tempted to break one of my rules and taste her lips.
"No man's ever really satisfied you before?" I asked.
Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with desire. My hand moved closer to her pussy. "Please... please,"
I raised a brow. "Please what? What exactly are you begging for?"
Her body arched as my finger finally brushed against her pussy slightly.
"Oh—my God," she gasped, her voice breaking like she hadn't expected the pleasure to hit that hard.
Interesting.
She was even more sensitive than I'd thought. It made me curious.
How long would she stay this sensitive if I kept her in my bed, fucking her every single day? How many times could I make her come in a single night.
Too bad I didn't keep women longer than a night.
"Please... please daddy, put it in."
Ah, fuck.
I hadn't meant to give in just yet, but my body moved before my brain could catch up.
My finger slid inside her and she gasped again, eyes flying open, mouth parted like I'd just given her her first taste of heaven.