Page 37 of Fight Me Daddy

"Yes, sir, Mr. Bianchi," the driver said with a nod. He turned off the car and handed back the keys.

Gabriele took them and climbed out of the car. I followed behind him and trudged up the stairs as my mind raced. What was Gabriele hiding?

He flipped through the keys before he found what he was looking for and stuck one into my door. I stared, dumbfounded as he let himself in.

"Y-you need to give me that key," I snapped as I stumbled in after him.

"No way in hell," he said as he walked to the couch and plopped down. "Get me a drink."

I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. Gabriele stared up at me with wide eyes.

"Get up and get in the shower," I said as I tugged. "Come on, you're not sleeping on my furniture in those clothes. You smell like smoke and whore perfume."

Gabriele burst out laughing. "You mean the girl you were jealous of?"

I released his hair. "I wasn't jealous."

"Liar."

"Fine, you stay down here. I'm taking a shower," I said as I turned on my heels. "Goodnight!"

I walked upstairs and left him with his cigarette. He's dead wrong. I wasn't jealous. It's just fucking rude to have some girl all over your lap when you're the one that dragged me out of the house. Asshole. I stumbled into the bathroom and righted myself before I yanked off my clothes. I turned on the shower and glowered at it.

"Hurry up, you slow fucker," I mumbled as I waited for my old water heater to do its thing. As much as he pissed me off, I thought about Gabriele and my body grew warm. I ran a hand down my body and wrapped it around my cock.

Gabriele was right downstairs. If he heard me moaning like a whore, he would never let me live it down. I released myself and let out a strangled sound as arms wrapped around my body.

"I'm taking a shower with you."

I tried to turn around, but those arms grew tighter. "Gabriele, no."

"Let Daddy take a shower," he purred against my ear. "I want to clean you up after you kept me company all night."

I shivered. "Stop calling yourself that."

"You don't like the word, Daddy?" he mused. "Why?"

I chewed my lip and the words spilled out before I could stop them. "I like it too much. I've never called anyone Daddy except in my fantasies, okay?"

As soon as I said it, I cringed. I waited for Gabriele to make fun of me like he always did, but it never came. Instead, he ran his thumb over my nipple before he tweaked it with his fingertips sending a delicious tingle across my flesh.

"I love being called Daddy," he admitted. "Never thought I would, but I’m figuring out there's nothing better than taking care of someone." Gabriele raked his nails down my chest. "Hearing it from your lips? It does things to me,” he growled against my ear.

Fuck. What was this man doing to me?

"You're drunk," I panted as he pinched my other nipple and rolled it around.

"So are you," he pointed out. "Tell me what you want Daddy to do to you. Let me help you out like last time.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. "W-what I want in a Daddy you can't provide," I answered honestly, the alcohol letting me talk freely. "Patience, care, someone to make sure I'm okay after a hard day and bandage me up or… hold me,” I rushed out with a sigh as my cheeks burned. “Those are things that you can't do."

Gabriele's grip on me tightened. "How do you know that?" he asked. "You understand everything about me from what little I’ve allowed you to see?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but Gabriele turned me around and shoved me until my back connected with cool tiles. My thoughts came to a screeching halt as he dropped to his knees in one fluid motion and slipped my cock into his mouth. I reached down and pushed my fingers into his hair gripping it gently as I rocked forward.

"Gabriele," I groaned. "I said I wouldn't-"

"You said you wouldn't fuck me," he countered as he came up for air. "But you never said I couldn't taste you." He fondled my balls and gave them a squeeze making me groan. "Whatever you think of me doesn't matter right now. Close your eyes and enjoy it."

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