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"A gorgeous princess," I tell him, lifting my hand to caress his cheek. "I've watched you for a while. Each night that I go to the club and see you on that stage, my eyes stay trained on you, but I’ve always been too scared to make a move."

"Why?" he asks, his eyes fluttering closed as he leans into my palm.

"Because you could be someone I let in. There's something about you I desire. Crave. And I know that once I have my hands on you, I won't want to let you go. I'll want to keep you."

"I want that. I can be so good for you, Daddy," he squeaks and covers his mouth. "Can I call you Daddy?" he whispers.

"Yeah, Princess. You can call me Daddy."

CHAPTER 3

LIAM

My dick starts tothicken 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 thewholenight. 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.

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