Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

LIAM

My dick starts to thicken as I squirm in my seat. Fuck, I've always wanted a Daddy. Someone to take care of and watch out for me. Being on my own the past year has been rough. I've survived and lived roughly, but I did it. However, that doesn't mean I wasn't lonely, or that the thought of being taken care of wasn't something I still wanted.

Gideon stands up and walks over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. I watch greedily as he takes a sip, his throat bobbing with the action of his swallowing.

It's crazy to be this attracted to someone so soon, right?

Well, I guess it's not actually too soon since I've seen him at the club numerous times. But it still seems very fast.

I stare at Gideon as he sets the bottle on the counter and faces me. He rubs his hand down his face before pinning me with a stare.

"I desperately want to be your Daddy, and I think you want that too." I nod my head wildly. There's no need to say yes, he already knows. "But, with Daddy/boy, or in our case, Daddy/princess relationships, there's a certain level of trust that needs to be there. Plus, we need to see if we're compatible."

"How do we do that?" I ask, my gaze never leaving Gideon.

"Why don't we use tonight to see if we could be compatible? You're already here in my home and I have a feeling you're as attracted to me as I am to you?" he questions, his brow raised.

"I am very attracted to you," I admit shamelessly.

"Then how do you feel about a trial run? We use the night to see. And Liam..." He pauses and I tilt my head. "I do mean the whole night. If you agree, I don't plan to let you sleep. Maybe I'll let you nap, but that's a huge maybe."

"I'd like that." Squirming in my seat, my cock aches in my lace panties and I subtly graze my fingers under the hem, tugging on it. Gideon doesn't miss the motion, his eyes tracking my moving hand.

"Is Princess being a naughty boy?" he tsks, walking around the island to stand in front of me. "Liam, are you sure you want to do this? If you're having any type of doubts, please tell me now."

"I want this. All of it. The entire night." And hopefully more.

" Fuck . Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," I breathe, my body leaning into his.

Gideon places one hand on my knee, while the other finds itself at home in my hair. His lips gently touch mine; feeling, experimenting. He's taking his time, but I want more. I slide my tongue into his mouth, moaning when the hand on me tightens. He takes control, which I easily give, my body surrendering to him on a sigh.

He kisses the way I thought he would. In charge, controlling, and all in. I've never been kissed like this before. Sure, I've made out with guys here and there, but it's more like going through the motions than actually enjoying it. Right now, Gideon's consuming me and I'm giving in easily.

He pulls away, placing a soft peck on my lips once more. He gazes into my eyes and the overwhelming need to have him arises. I want to show him I can be such a good Princess for him.

I bite my bottom lip, slowly pulling on the hem of the shirt. I lift it up inch by inch, showing off my upper thigh, and the head of my cock peeking out above my panties.

Daddy starts breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I slowly trail the length of my thigh with my fingers, pulling my shirt up around my waist until I'm fully exposed and on display. His rough hand grips the side of my panties before he guides them down my legs. Resting my hands on the edge of the seat, I lift my body up while he slides my panties fully off. After placing them on the stool next to me, his rough hand finds my dick, stroking me.

"Fuck, Princess. You leak so damn much."

Glancing down, I see a ridiculous amount of pre-cum leaking from my slit. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. Daddy's fascinated, his hand playing with the head, wiping the pre-cum all around my shaft. With hooded eyes, I watch as he scoops some up with his finger and pulls it into his mouth. Daddy growls loudly before attacking my mouth again. His hand works me expertly while his tongue wars with mine.

I pull away, panting heavily. "I need..." I whisper.

"What do you need, Princess?" he coos, his thumb rubbing on the underside of my cock.

"I need more, Daddy."

"Daddy's got what you need."

I stare in awe as he sinks to his knees in front of me. Watching this commanding man on his knees for me is so intense. He uses his strong, rough hands to push my legs apart, finding his way between them. I don't dare say a word because I don't want to ruin this. Daddy takes hold of my cock, pulling me into his mouth. He starts by sucking on the head, giving it a ton of attention before spitting on it and using his hand to jerk me. I whimper loudly and he pops his head up, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips.

"Fuck, Princess. Be loud for me. Can you do that?" I nod my head and place my hands under my thighs. Daddy eyes the movement before raising an eyebrow, grabbing my hand, and placing it on his head. "You can touch me, Princess. You can touch me as much as you want."

Sifting my hands through his hair, I smile at the feel of his silky black and gray hair beneath my fingertips. A gasp leaves my mouth when Daddy sucks me to the back of his throat. My hips thrust involuntarily and I moan loudly when he hums around me. My vision goes hazy watching this powerful man take me apart. He hollows his cheeks, sucking me roughly, before pulling off and trailing his tongue up and down my shaft. He takes time circling the head with his tongue before licking at the slit, lapping up my leaking pre-cum. I hold on to his head tightly, but let him do all the work.

He bobs up and down on me and I toss my head back, closing my eyes. Fuck, his tongue is wicked. My legs start to shake and I know I'm about to come.

"Daddy," I pant, my legs trying to close in on his head. "I'm so close."

"Give Daddy your cum. Flood my mouth with your release."

His words set me off, rope after rope of cum unleashing down his throat. Daddy swallows it all, popping off my dick once I'm empty.

"You taste fucking delicious, Princess. I'm going to take you to my bed now. I need to see you spread out on my sheets." He stands up, waiting in front of me.

Tilting my head, I debate asking what he's waiting for when it hits me. I nod my head, letting him know I want that, too. He chuckles before placing his hands under me and lifting me off the stool. He snatches the panties up off the stool before he carries me in a bridal hold out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, tossing me softly onto the bed.