Chapter 13
13
FIONN
I gasped when Daire dropped me back on my feet and shoved me against the inside of the bedroom door. His mouth was on mine, sucking the life out of me with a kiss so poisonous it left my knees weak. I was desperate for his touch. I could never get enough.
I wanted more.
So much fucking more.
I grabbed a handful of his shirt and tugged him closer until our bodies were nearly melded together. I tilted my chin back to gain better access to his sinful mouth, and we ate each other’s lips like we were starving men. Having Daire against me felt like taking a drug after years of being clean, and I needed him inside me . I wanted to crack open my chest and bury him deep in the cavity because he was already my beating heart.
“Fuck me,” I growled into the kiss. “That’s an order.”
He chuckled and nipped my bottom lip. “Whatever you want, boy.”
I shoved him, and he fell back a few steps, confusion passing over his face, but I didn’t wait for him to say anything before pushing him again.
Daire’s expression hardened. “What are you doing, boy?”
I stepped forward to do the same exact thing again, but he caught my wrists this time. His strength sent a shiver down my spine.
I smirked.
“Are you pushing me on purpose?” he growled, low in his throat.
“You’re a Daddy. Figure it out yourself.” I struggled, but Daire’s grip was firm, and he wouldn’t let me go anytime soon. I would have bruises by tomorrow morning. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me. “Everyone tiptoes around me and thinks I’m weak. They treat me like a child throwing a tantrum, and they don’t listen. You are the only one who handles me like an adult. Don’t get scared now, Daddy Daire .”
I wasn’t weak and I’d show him. He could toss me around, and I’d fucking thank him for it. Right now, I needed him to be my Daddy, the only man who was allowed to control me.
He stared for too long, and my heart battered against my ribs as I waited. Just when my hope that he would give me what I wanted was about to crumble, his mouth curled up in the right corner. “No.”
I frowned. “No?”
“I take the lead in the bedroom. You are my boy, and I will treat you how I see fit. You’ve been a brat, and you’ve pushed and prodded for a reaction from anyone. I saw you, my sweet Fi.”
I startled at the nickname and swallowed, my lips dry. The name was juvenile, but I didn’t mind it coming from his mouth. Anyone else wouldn’t get away with it so lightly.
“This temper tantrum stops now.” He yanked me close, breath tickling my cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.” He laid a kiss on my jaw. “I’m going to step up and be the Daddy you need.”
I laughed at the absurdity and tried to tug my wrists out of his hold, but it was useless. He should’ve done that from the beginning, when I first gave myself to him. I wanted to hate him for everything he hadn’t done, but I loved him. “If you think?—”
“I don’t think, boy. I know. Come here.” Daire dragged me toward the bed, and as much as I pretended to struggle, I wasn’t trying to escape. A burst of pleasure streaked through me, and my tired dick twitched, ready to rally for another round of mind-melting orgasms.
He shoved me toward the bed, and I went flying face-first onto the mattress. I started to turn, but he was right behind me, a hand placed in the middle of my shoulders holding me flat against the Italian woven blanket.
“Stay right there, boy.” He licked a stripe up my neck below my ear.
I grunted and tried to bat his arm away but froze when a hand came down on my ass. I gasped, the breath whooshing from my lungs. “Did you just spank me?”
“I’m going to do more than that, boy.” He held me down and playfully patted my ass. “Lift this cute peach.”
I was tempted to tell him no, to remind him that he didn’t deserve a single thing, but I wanted Daire inside me. I would do anything to get it. This wasn’t about him, but rather about me and everything I’d earned. I lifted my hips.
He reached underneath me to pop the button and pull at the zipper on my pants before he yanked them past my hips. He tugged the clothing all the way down my legs. When the material bunched around my ankles, he got rid of my shoes, then finished the job of extracting the pants. My underwear followed the same path until I was bare assed on the bed, my dick pressing insistently against the soft blanket.
Daire stood and got rid of his jacket before taking the time to roll up his sleeves to his elbows. I couldn’t help but twist to look at him and appreciate the view of his forearms, straining with protruding veins under black ink that had my mouth watering.
Fuck.
I wanted him.
He had a glint in his eyes as he returned to the bed. His hand was back on my asscheek, but this time he was rubbing his palm in a slow, teasing circle, the heat of his skin sending sizzles of need from my ass through my entire nervous system. My brain was ready to short-circuit, and we hadn’t even begun.
Fuck.
I should’ve gone out and made him jealous earlier. If Daire kept going like this, I would come again embarrassingly fast.
I wriggled, and he slapped me across the ass. The sting made me freeze again, and my mind went blank. My dick surged, blood traveling south and straight to my rock-hard cock. “Fuck.”
“Language.”
I moaned. After another crack, his hand licked heat across my ass. I trembled, tingles spreading over my skin.
“Fuck off. You’ve never cared,” I grunted out, half tempting him to make another move. Just because I let him touch me again didn’t mean I was letting him off the hook. He had a long journey full of groveling in his future.
“Fine, boy. You asked for this.” When his palm came down on my bare ass again, the sound echoed around the room. My asscheeks jiggled under the force. The mixed feeling of pleasure and pain burst inside me. My dick jerked where it was trapped, and I rocked forward, a needy whimper spilling from my lips before I could stop it. I cursed myself and sent a glare over my shoulder at him.
I wasn’t going to give Daire what he wanted.
Not until he’d earned it.
“Is that what you call spanking?” I raised my chin and laughed. “I’m sure Michele could do better than that. Maybe I should go find out.”
“Boy.” He shook his head and chuckled.
I frowned because it wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. I went to move, but Daire held me down and slapped me across the ass again, this time hard enough that it had to have left a handprint. I hissed and my insides throbbed.
“You’re going to regret saying that.”
I hoped he was right.
Daire used his hand as a weapon, striking my tender flesh with his palm until I was writhing with excruciating need. Heat exploded from my asscheeks, and my balls drew tighter to my body, threatening a release I didn’t want before he got inside me.
“Fuck me,” I moaned out desperately, shuddering under another firm smack across the ass.
“You don’t get to tell me what you want right now.” He brought down his palm again, striking a spot on my cheeks that was already hot and deliciously painful. “Not after the insults you threw at me.”
I wriggled and glared over my shoulder. My dick pulsed, and I clenched my ass, trying to hold back the orgasm threatening to rip through me—from a spanking, no less. “Please.” I swallowed and huffed. “Please, Daddy Daire. Please . You owe me.”
He paused, hand caressing my right cheek, and glanced at me with a frown. “Boy. Fionn. Listen to me.” He tickled his fingers up my spine, and I shivered. “I am sorry and will make up for the hurt I caused you. I will be the man you need, and I will support you the same as I do with Sloan, but what you need to understand is in this bedroom, you are my boy. I am your Daddy. I am the one who calls the shots. I choose what you need and deserve. So, while we’re playing or having sex, you can tell me what you want, but don’t try to guilt me for my mistakes. You can do that all you want outside of this room, and I’ll be sure to make up for it, but when you’re my boy, I’m in charge.”
Guilt clocked me in the stomach, and I flinched. As much as he had been in the wrong and I wanted him to make up for it, I hadn’t meant what I’d said to sound that way. Not really. I never wanted to manipulate Daire into anything he didn’t want to do, no matter how furious I was with him. While I should be good at that type of game, because Sloan used all sorts of tricks to his advantage, I never wanted to do that with Daire. Ever.
Yet his words brought tears to my eyes. He was my Daddy. This man who I’d loved for eight years was finally with me in every way. He was promising me a future. Forever.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He brushed his lips across the burning skin of my asscheek and continued to rub up my back. “I understand your anger. I’m mad at myself, too. We’ll talk about it later. For now, let me be the Daddy you need.”
I licked my dry lips. “I.... I don’t know what that involves. When we’ve had sex, it was amazing, and I enjoyed calling you Daddy Daire, but I don’t know what it really means.”
“I don’t know everything, but I do know it means that as your Daddy, it’s my job to take care of you. The rest we can figure out. Together.” He leaned down to lay a kiss at the base of my spine, then licked up the length of my back. “You’ve been pushing since Conall came into the house, begging for this, and I was stupid and let it slide.”
“Then, why didn’t you give it to me? Why now?” I hated how my voice wobbled, but despite the heartache, he always made me feel safe. I could be vulnerable because he never judged me when we were together. I buried my face against the pillow rather than look at Daire, but I raised my mouth enough that he could hear me. “Why weren’t you the Daddy I needed you to be?”
“I thought I was doing the right thing.” He sighed. “Keeping distance. I’d let you call me Daddy, and we didn’t need to get deeper into the lifestyle. I was always a step through that door, wanting you and needing you and living the Daddy life with you, but also trying to stay away from you so I didn’t hurt you. I ended up doing that anyway.”
I twisted to look at him. “So, as your boy, it’s my job to tell you that you were in the wrong this time.”
His mouth twitched and he nodded seriously. “You’re right. Thank you.” He smoothed his hand up my back again, fingers tickling my sensitive skin, then went higher to card his fingers through my hair.
I wouldn’t get over all the years of pain quickly, but I trusted him to make it right. I’d ached for this relationship for too long to let it slip through my fingers. He’d have the rest of our lives to be better.
I shivered under his touch, then pouted. “Can you fuck me now, Daddy Daire? It’s been too long.”
“Yes, my sweet boy. For you, I can.” Daire grabbed me by the hips and flipped me. My world spun and my stomach knotted with anxiety now that I was on my back. My breath caught in my throat, and I tried hard to swallow around the nerves that had begun to multiply. Any confidence I had earlier disappeared now that I was below him, staring up at my Daddy.
Daire smoothed his palm up my thigh and smiled—that was all it took for my heart to skip a beat. How could I be so in love with the one man who’d hurt me so much? When I was younger, Sloan had told me love was a weakness and nothing but pain—I now understood what he meant. Yet, Sloan still succumbed to the temptation of loving, and I did, too. Hell, I’d been in love since the first time Daire kissed me.
He stared at me with devotion that shouldn’t have been possible, eyes full of promises that had me squirming in delight. He leaned down to kiss the inside of my knee, then my thigh. “Lube still where it always is, boy?”
I let out a harsh breath. “Yeah. In the drawer.” I pointed shakily at the nightstand on the left side of the bed. It had been over a month since we’d fucked. Did he think I’d brought another man in here?
He hummed and kissed my thigh again before sliding off the bed. I sat up to watch him. My heated ass rubbed against the soft blanket and a shiver slid down my spine.
With a smirk, he opened the top drawer. My cheeks burned as I thought about what was inside—two dildos, lube, and condoms—and clenched my eyes shut. The dildos were new, since I’d missed Daire’s cock in me over the time we’d been apart.
Daire raised his eyebrows in surprise. He threw the lube on the bed beside me.
“We’ll be using those toys at a later date,” he growled out, his tone going deep and guttural. “Get rid of that shirt, boy.”
I shuddered, ripping off my top and throwing it to the floor.
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing tattoos, along with the rest of his body. My gaze traveled over his chest, unable to stop on one design because there was so much to see. Every time I looked, I found something new. Now that we were taking things more seriously, I craved a quiet moment to lick and trace every line that worked its way over his sculpted muscles.
“Good.” His eyes darkened as he got to the bottom button. He unrolled each shirt sleeve before sliding it off his shoulders, and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to because the sight was too delicious.
He went for his pants next, and he took too long as my patience unraveled. His movements were slow and teasing. His fingers brushed the buckle of his belt as his mouth curled deeper into a smirk.
I bit down on my lip and stayed still, being the good boy that Daire insisted I was, because if I rushed it, then he would only go slower. I wanted to see him naked again.
Finally, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. My breath caught in my throat. Daire was the most beautiful man I’d ever set eyes on, and I never wanted to look away.
When he was finally naked, I licked my lips. His hard dick stretched out from his body and curved a little to the right. The head was flushed red and precum built at the slit.
My mouth watered.
“Fuck. Let me have a taste?” My words were breathy, and I winced at how desperate I sounded.
“No.” He stalked forward, dick bouncing as he shifted closer, and carded his fingers through my hair.
I moaned as my eyes slipped shut. His nails scratched lightly over my scalp, and the simmering pleasure burned hotter in my stomach. I didn’t know how long I’d last. I’d prepared for this moment with Michele tonight, not Daire. Being with my Daddy made every touch so much sexier.
“I want to fuck you, boy.”
“You can have me any time you want me now that you’ve wised up.” The words slipped out before I could stop them and my eyes shot open again.
His mouth twitched. “Hm. I really do need to spank you into being a good boy, don’t I?”
I tilted my head and smiled. “Just making sure I chose the right Daddy.”
His hand shot out and captured my throat, just tight enough to steal my breath and make me gasp. My dick jerked and I trembled under his hold.
“I’m the only one for you, boy.” He slammed his mouth over mine—the hard press of his lips was violent and needy.
I whimpered and returned his kiss just as ferociously. Spreading my legs, I made room for him.
Daire took the welcoming gesture and slid in between them. He lay on top of me, our dicks sliding against each other as we rutted. I wanted this so badly that I thought I’d die if I didn’t get it soon. I’d waited too long, and I deserved Daire.
“I’m going to fuck you now, boy,” he growled against my mouth.
I moaned. “Please.”
He trailed kisses over my jaw and down my neck.
My entire body went weak. I was too far gone to worry about the embarrassing sounds escaping me because everything felt so fucking amazing. I couldn’t get enough. I needed more.
He grabbed the lube and flicked open the lid before sitting back on his knees. He pumped a couple of drops of the liquid onto his fingers. “You ready?”
I nodded fast. “Yeah. Do it.”
He raised his eyebrows and almost immediately, I knew what I’d done.
“Please, Daddy Daire.”
“Good boy,” he murmured.
The words went right to my core and twisted. They repeated over and over in my head, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I was his good boy.
I tilted my hips as he guided two fingers to my ass. The breach of his digits in my hole created an explosive reaction inside me. An array of heat and pleasure assaulted my stomach, and every inch of skin was too sensitive to touch. My dick jerked and slapped against my abs, and I groaned before spreading my legs wider.
He was taking too long, but I didn’t dare complain in case he decided to stop. His fingers were second-knuckle deep and stretching me just right. I wriggled as waves of heat weaved their way through me and straight to my balls.
Fuck. How much longer would I last?
“Shh. Good boy.” Daire kissed the inside of my knee before he pulled his fingers out. He reached for the lube again, and he finally slicked his dick up. It was about time. I was going to combust.
I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to do anything other than stare because Daire’s dick was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Okay, everything about Daire was fucking sexy. I’d watched my fair share of porn, but none of the dicks I’d seen had anything on Daire’s. “Let me get a condom?—”
“No,” I said sharply, shaking my head. “Please, Daddy Daire. I haven’t been with anyone else, you know that. You’re the only one. I want this, I want you . Please. Give me what I need.”
He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded. “If you’re sure. But remember?—”
“Daire, don’t lecture me right now.” I hated how pleading I sounded. “Just fuck me like I mean something to you.”
He smiled and dipped to slant his mouth over mine. We kissed aggressively, and I hadn’t even realized he had lined his dick up to my hole until he was pushing inside. I broke the kiss, gasping, and threw my head back as pain and bliss punched me in the stomach.
I whimpered, delighting in every second of the stretch as Daire filled me. I wrapped my arms around Daire and held tight, my fingers clawing at his back. Our lips melded together again in another deep, fierce kiss that had my toes curling and my mind turning to jelly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on in case he decided to back away. I couldn’t let him go, not after getting a taste of this rapture.
Daire didn’t retreat, though. He pushed deeper until his balls were snug against my ass. His mouth claimed ownership over mine, nipping my bottom lip and swiping his tongue over the top before shoving in. Outside the bedroom, he would be mine, but behind closed doors and away from our men, he was my Daddy Daire and I was his boy.
His width spread me and gave me exactly what I needed and wanted. He kissed the corner of my mouth. “You’re so perfect, boy. Tight, just for Daddy. Only for Daddy. Am I clear? No one else gets this hole. It’s mine. You’re mine.”
I shuddered and raised my chin, then grinned. “Prove it, Daddy. Make it worth my time.”
Daire laughed deeply. He started slow, each thrust nothing more than a warm-up while I got accustomed to his size before his pace grew faster. His dick drilled into me, the head nudging against that perfect spot inside. Stars exploded in my sight, a million bright lights dancing in front of me as bliss flooded all my senses and my length jerked. Precum leaked from my slit.
Daire knew exactly what he was doing, and he was driving me crazy.
The sounds of my moans, his grunts, and his balls slapping against me all mixed together, creating a soundtrack that I wanted to relive over and over again.
I squeezed him tighter between my thighs and clawed his shoulders. His muscles bunched under my touch, solid and hard. We kissed again, just as brutally as before, lips possessing me body and soul. Every part of me was floaty, drifting into the throes of lust, and I was going to implode. I would’ve shattered into a thousand pieces if Daire hadn’t been holding me so tightly.
“You’re so sexy, boy,” he whispered, nipping my bottom lip. “I want you to come for me. Show your Daddy how much you want him.”
I moaned and reached between our bodies. I grabbed my dick. Using the copious precum from my slit as lube, I began to jerk off to the same rhythm as Daire’s thrusts. The pressure built at my spine, and I wouldn’t last long. How could I when I’d waited years for this? I’d fantasized about him taking me seriously and now it was finally happening.
Two more strokes was all it took before my muscles locked and my balls tightened. My dick shuddered in my palm, and my orgasm ripped through me like a bolt of electricity. My vision wobbled as I came so hard light burst behind my eyes. Everything went black for a short moment.
“Daire!” My dick jerked and cum shot from my tip, splashing across our abs.
He drilled faster into me and froze after a few more thrusts. I couldn’t look away from him, caught by his eyebrows dipping low as his mouth opened in a silent moan. He cursed under his breath before warmth filled my hole, marking me— claiming me .
“Mine, boy. You’re mine.”
He panted as his orgasm rocked him, and he kissed me desperately, whispering my name like a prayer until he was done, then collapsed on top of me.
My lips split into a smile even though I was completely wrecked . “Wow. Fuck.”
Daire laughed, his breath brushing across my warm face, and pressed a lazy kiss on my jaw. “Right.”
“That was . . . .” I frowned. “I still haven’t forgiven you.”
His laughter grew louder. “I know, boy. I’ve got a lot to make up for.” His kisses trailed from my cheek to my lips again. He cupped my face and stroked my jaw, gazing into my eyes. “I promise.”
I grinned, a bubble of happiness in my chest—a shield around my healing heart. “Good. Now let’s fuck again.”
“Boy, I’m a lot older than you and I just came. Give me time to recover.”
I chuckled. “When you get some energy back, old man, pass me my phone. I have a text I need to send.”
I received a slap on the side for that comment.
“Faster, boy. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
Anchoring my hands to his chest, I raised my hips before crashing back down onto his dick. This was my first time riding on top, and the angle pegged my prostate just right. I was nervous at first, but with my Daddy’s encouragement, I couldn’t say no. I’d do anything to be his good boy.
“Fuck, yes. Daddy Daire.” I whimpered as my dick shuddered from another direct hit to my prostate.
A soft ringing filled the room. My phone. Tucked beside Daire’s thigh. One quick glance at it, and I winced. Michele’s name flashed across the screen and the happy tune continued to play.
Daire gave it a dirty look, and after a moment, he grinned. He grabbed my thighs as he began to pound up into my already tender hole.
A moan tore from my throat and it hurt in the most pleasant way. I’d be feeling a lot tomorrow.
“Answer it,” he growled.
“What?” I rasped out as he pegged my prostate again. Over and over. He knew exactly where to hit. I was so close it was painful. Even though I had barely any cum left in my balls, my orgasm strained and teased at my teetering control.
“You heard me, boy. Answer the phone.” His voice turned gruff and his thrusts grew more aggressive. His grip on my legs tightened—a punishing hold that reminded me who was in charge. His nails dug into my skin, leaving crescent shapes in my flesh. “Do it.”
I shivered at the intensity in his tone as I picked up the phone and accepted the call.
“Hello?” My voice was wrecked, a guttural mess that made me sound like I’d chain-smoked for decades.
Daire paused, much to my relief.
“Fionn, you’re not here.” Michele sounded confused. Fuck, I was an asshole. I’d never meant to stand him up, but Daire happened, like he always did.
“Didn’t you get my text? I’m sorry, I have to cancel.” A little late for that. I groaned. I’d fucked this entire thing up. I shouldn’t have started what I couldn’t finish.
Daire’s hands rubbed against my thighs. He smirked at me, and my heart caught as he began to move again. The thrusts were fast and hard. I bounced on him like a rag doll, his dick slamming straight into my sweet spot. There was nothing on this Earth that could stop the needy, desperate sounds that slipped from my lips.
Michele said something, but I couldn’t hear him over the pulse throbbing in my ears or the sounds of our skin slapping.
“What?” I asked, then whined when Daire shoved so deep inside me I swore I could feel him in my stomach. I placed a hand on my abs to check if there was a belly bulge, but that’d be impossible. Right?
Silence reigned on the other end of the line for a moment before Michele sighed. “You’re with him.”
A shaky breath fell from my lips. “I . . . . Fuck. ”
“Say my name,” Daire growled. “Tell him who you belong to, boy. Tell him who has their dick in your sweet hole.”
I stuttered, trying to say something, anything , but it was all too much. I choked on my words.
“Tell him.”
Michele cleared his throat. He couldn’t have heard Daire, right? Who was I kidding, of course he could. “I thought there was something going on, but I’d assumed.... Well, it was stupid to assume anything. You are too beautiful not to have someone else in love with you.”
“I’m so?—”
Daire slammed up into me so roughly that I nearly bounced completely off him. I grappled at his chest to keep myself upright.
“Daddy Daire,” I whimpered.
“Good night, Fionn.” The call ended.
No matter how much I wanted to feel guilty for what I’d done, I couldn’t because I was riding a high—addicted to every ounce of Daddy Daire I could milk out.
With one hand, he pinched my nipple and twisted, and that was all it took.
I threw my head back and yelled out my release, my hard-on jerking as cum splattered across his stomach.
“Fuck, boy. You’re so tight.” A few more thrusts, and he came, too, filling my battered asshole once more.
Before I could collapse on top of him, Daire carefully helped me off his dick to lie at his side. He rose, leaving me in a messy heap on the bed as he went into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a washcloth and took the time to clean me before he did the same to himself. After disposing of the cloth, he returned to lie beside me.
He laid a gentle kiss on my lips. “How are you feeling?”
I groaned, exhaustion catching up to me. “Fucked.”
He chuckled as he tickled his fingers over my chest. “I hope so.”
I hummed happily. “Sleep now?”
He pressed another kiss on my already bruised mouth. “Sleep.”
This was the first time we would doze in the same bed after sex. Together. Next to each other. The thought made me grin widely despite the fatigue. I’d wanted this from the beginning, and now it was happening. All my dreams were coming true. I’d finally landed my prize. My Daddy.
I laid my hand on his chest, across his heart, and left it there for a moment to feel the fast beat beneath my palm. Then, I traced the lines of one of his tattoos, and he turned his head to smile. He grasped my wrist and brought it to his lips, laying a kiss over my pulse.
“Boy, sleep. I mean it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”