Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Anurak

I ’d gone down a rabbit hole.

When we got home, Rico had immediately been sucked into some kind of crisis with his company and had escaped to his office. I’d settled into the living room to do research on Daddies and Littles in peace. It wasn’t that I cared if Rico caught me or not. I just wanted to figure out if this was something I might be interested in on my own.

And as it turned out, it was. After an hour of reading through forums on Google, I was now texting back and forth with Ace since he was knowledgeable and had his own Daddy—or well, Papa. He had a Papa, which was the same thing if I was understanding correctly.

Ace: Is the little bunny curious?

A flush worked its way onto my cheeks, and I pulled my feet up onto the couch so my knees were bent before texting him back. He’d taken to calling me “little bunny”. I didn’t know why, but I really liked it. And I liked having his attention, too.

Anurak: I think so, yes.

Ace: Daddies are caregivers, in a way. They take care of us and carry the weight of the world on their shoulders so we don’t have to. Gunner protects me with extreme prejudice, and he goes above and beyond to make me comfortable. I can turn to him and give him my problems, and he will solve them for me without batting an eye.

I thought he was done typing, but the little bubble with three dots appeared, showing he was typing another message, so I waited as patiently as I could, which was a little hard.

I was just so eager to learn.

Ace: I came from some pretty fucked up shit. I was raped and beaten. Starved. Tossed foster home to foster home. My brothers all abandoned me—except for Jax. Granted, we’re all together now. But we didn’t always used to be. But Gunner… he never gave up on me. Even on my worst days, he’s right there, being whatever I need him to be. A Daddy loves unconditionally. I know without a shred of doubt that I could be the worst fucking person in this world, and my Papa would still come through for me.

Rico was exactly like that. Without even knowing who I was, Rico had slaughtered a room full of men, dropping bodies just because they’d mistreated me. He still had no idea what exactly had happened to me for the past few years, but he’d protected me with… extreme prejudice, like Ace said his Papa does.

And I’d seen Rico lose his shit over men he did business with pointing their guns at me. He’d almost fucked up an alliance he had with someone over me.

He’d taken me into his home and loved me without a beat of hesitation. I’d never felt so warm and safe in my life. And I had a feeling the rest of my life would be like this. Because of him. Because of Rico.

Anurak: I think Rico could be my Daddy.

Ace: I think he could, too. Rico is a fucking dick 99% of the time, but he’s always given me Daddy vibes.

I scowled at his message.

Anurak: Rico is not a dick.

Ace: *laugh crying emoji* Little bunny, he definitely is. He’s just not an asshole to you. There’s a difference. He’s feared, and I’m pretty sure Jax, Gunner, and I are the only people who actually trust him. He’s a snake in human skin, but he’s loyal when it comes down to it. You’ve got a good man in your corner.

Anurak: I’m ignoring that you’re talking badly about Rico.

Ace: You’re better than me. If someone bad-mouthed Gunner, I’d probably break all their teeth.

I gaped at my phone, and a shiver of fear raced down my spine. I forced it to tamp down though. I didn’t think Ace would ever hurt me. He didn’t give me those vibes. He was definitely a force to be reckoned with, even if he was small like me, but I had a feeling he’d latched onto me.

Anurak: I don’t know what to say.

Ace: *laughing emoji* You’re so cute, little bunny.

I glanced toward Rico’s office when I heard him bark, “ Maldito idiota !” I winced. Whoever was on the other side of that phone call had thoroughly pissed him off. Maybe he needed a distraction? I was always able to calm him.

Anurak: I’m going to see if I can feel Rico out on this Daddy thing. Talk later?

Ace: Sure thing, little bunny. Good luck!

Locking my phone like Rico had told me to do whenever I was done with it, I stood and headed toward Rico’s office, my heart in my throat. This could go one of two ways: either really, really good or so terribly bad, Rico abandoned me.

The latter option settled in my stomach like lead, and it was terrifying enough that I almost turned on my heel and abandoned my plan entirely. But if I didn’t try, I may never know. And there was the chance that this did work, that Rico was okay with being a Daddy. And despite the fear crawling through my veins and making my skin feel two sizes too small for my body, the possibility that this would be right made the terror worth it.

When I stepped into Rico’s office, he was standing in front of his desk, a scowl on his face, his hand clenched tightly around his personal phone as he held it up to his ear. Sensing my presence, he glanced up at me, his eyes softening like it was second nature. His shoulders deflated a little, his posture revealing that, despite his aggravation, he was open to me being in his space.

My own heart rate slowed, and my muscles relaxed. Making my way around his desk, I slid between him and the solid piece of furniture before slowly sinking to my knees in front of him. His pupils blew wide, and he clenched his jaw.

“Hold on a fucking minute,” Rico growled before lowering his phone and jabbing his finger against the mute button. He slung the phone onto his desk before lacing his fingers in my hair, tilting my head back so I was forced to look up at him. I swallowed thickly, my belly sloshing with nerves. Was he going to turn me away? “What are you doing, perrito ?”

Reaching up with shaky hands, I began undoing his belt buckle. He sharply inhaled, his nostrils flaring and his pupils blowing wide. I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Can I… Daddy?” I whispered.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, and his fingers tightened in my hair as I freed his hard, leaking cock. “What did you just call me?” he rasped.

I swallowed thickly. “Daddy,” I said quietly.

Another quiet growl sounded from his chest, and my belly clenched, warmth pooling low in my groin. My cock throbbed for him. “Papi,” he rasped.

I frowned. “Huh?” I blurted.

He drew in a deep breath and scraped his nails across my scalp. “Not Daddy, perrito . Papi.”

My balls tightened so fast with the need to come, it made me dizzy. I’d been terrified he was about to send me away, but he hadn’t. In fact, he’d corrected me, telling me to call him the Spanish variation of Daddy.

“Papi,” I breathed.

“ Fuuuuck ,” he snarled, his fingers tugging on my hair just a bit harshly. But I didn’t mind. “Ask me again, perrito . Properly this time.”

I was going to combust.

“Can I suck you, Papi?” I timidly asked, my voice cracking.

He nodded. “I’ll give you anything in the fucking world.” I shivered. “Open wide, perrito . Stick out your pretty tongue.” I did as he instructed. He groaned. “That’s it.”

I moaned as Rico pushed his thick cock between my lips. My eyelids fluttered closed, and then, Rico was gently fucking my mouth, his hand holding my head in place as much as he was cradling it, loving me all while he treated me like his little whore.

I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Touch yourself,” Rico ordered. “Let Papi see you fall apart as I use your pretty mouth.” I instantly did as he instructed, moaning long and low when my fingers finally wrapped around my length. I shivered, tears leaking down my cheeks. Rico picked up his phone and went back to his phone call. I kept my eyes locked on his, loving the way he watched me stroke myself and suck his cock all while he pretended that I wasn’t worshipping his thick length.

I fell into that heady space only Rico had ever been capable of sending me to. With my eyes locked on his, the world ceased to exist as I fucked into my fist. My jaw hurt as Rico used me, his thrusts becoming a little more forceful. His cock was thickening in my mouth, a sure sign he was drawing nearer to his climax. And I was so close to following him over the edge. I was right there . I just needed him to come first.

Drool slicked up my chin. My tears were hot as they rolled down my cheeks. And then, I was coming, a broken sob tearing from my chest as I spilled into my fist and made a mess on my lap. Rico clenched his jaw, holding my head in place as he spilled down my throat. I whimpered as I swallowed every drop.

When he pulled out of my mouth, I slumped to the side, leaning heavily against his desk, my eyelids drooping closed. I was cum drunk and sleepy, and I wanted my Papi to cuddle me close.

When I opened my eyes again, Rico was kneeling in front of me and cupping my damp cheek. “Figure it the fuck out and get back to me,” Rico growled before ending his call. I blinked at him, trying to catch up with what was happening. “Are you okay, perrito ?”

“ Mhm ,” I hummed, scooting closer to him. “You didn’t have to end your phone call so fast.”

He chuckled. “ Perrito , you were so out of it while my cock was in your sweet mouth that you didn’t even realize we were working on a solution.” He leaned forward and softly kissed me. I sighed, sinking into him. “You did so fucking well.”

A dopey smile tilted my lips. “Good,” I whispered, my eyes closing again. “Can we take a nap, Papi?”

Instead of verbally answering me, he fixed my messy jeans before picking me up and carrying me out of his office, heading for the stairs.