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Neither of us spoke on the way back to the hotel. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my shoulders. The weight of the day had been too much.
And the tension I felt creeping over me had little to do with how much my brain was on overdrive going through plans and trying to remember names with faces.
No, my tension was built solely on the man beside me with how good he smelled and how handsome he was. It was no wonder I'd been caught in his web.
I was his prey waiting for him to decide what to do with me.
I remembered earlier in the tailor’s shop when him calling me his boy had thrown me for a loop. I questioned why that was and the reaction that I had had to it.
Pharrell had only wanted to comfort me. He'd wanted to give Lennox a reason as to why he needed to take care of my clothing and do a good job.
It wasn't as if he screamed it from the top of his building or bought out a TV commercial to tell the world that I was his submissive.
Why had I made such a big deal when all he wanted to do was offer me pleasure and comfort?
It was as if everything came into clear view as we climbed out of the car and made our way up the elevator to his suite. I stood closer to him than I had all day.
Pharrell's stare in the mirrored glass doors told me he saw what I was doing. It told me he knew what I couldn't vocalize, and he would take care of me.
When the doors opened and we stepped into the main area of his home, he stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
“Ricardo,” he said softly as if not to spook me.
I took a deep breath and then turned. His eyes met mine and everything else fell away. I opened my mouth and uttered the word that would completely change how our evening would go.
"Daddy.”
CHAPTER 18
Pharrell
One minute,we were staring at each other hungrily. The next, my mouth sealed with his in a kiss that felt like fire and rebirth all at once. I was a phoenix, rising from the ashes I’d been buried under. He was the light guiding my way.
Lost to the kiss, I almost missed the way his hands tugged at my clothing. The material he yanked at was firmly in place thanks to the holster I had on though.
“Easy, mon chou,” I whispered against his lips.
Pulling back enough to break the kiss, I slipped my jacket off and let it fall to the floor. When he saw what had hindered his work, he whimpered.
He. Fucking. Whimpered.
I snapped out at him, my palm moving to the back of his neck as I took his mouth again. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t help myself.
He’d given me the green light, and I was ready to speed through.
“Daddy,” he whined when I left his lips to trail mine down the column of his throat.
“Yes, mon chou,” I teased. “What’s wrong? Tell me what you need.”
He grunted instead of answering, his hands roaming over the fabric of my unbuttoned shirt. I knew he wanted me naked. I wanted him the same way. It was only fair given the plans I had for us.
Tonight, I would show him the benefits of having me at his mercy. I’d give him the full Daddy experience since I could still feel an inkling of doubt beneath his lustful state.
“Would you like me to get naked for you? Want to see me laid bare for you?”
His nod was comically fast. Whether he realized it or not, he’d slipped into a state of submission. There was no more rational thought, no more words from him.
While I wanted to hear him beg and plead, I knew this first time would be important. Because what happened tonight would set the standard for what he expected to come.
