Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 152

What would a possessive man like me want to hear?

Grace

Apollo Reed was my boss, the untouchable man I worked for. That’s what he was supposed to be. So why was he torturing me like this? What was he hoping to get from me?

Fuck, I had no idea.

I was soaked, every nerve on fire, my body still aching from the way he’d shoved his finger inside me and licked it clean like a starving beast. The memory alone sent a shiver down my spine. And now he was circling my clit with that same skilled finger, moving slowly, like he knew exactly what he wanted and wouldn’t stop until he claimed

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My brain had completely shut down. All I could feel was the desperate need to be fucked by him. But if I wanted Apollo to touch me, I had to figure out exactly what he wanted me to say.

Who was Apollo to me? The question spun in my mind, and suddenly Eleanor’s words echoed in my head. “Having sex with someone regularly with no strings is literally called friends with benefits.”

Friends with benefits?

Eleanor was right, having sex with someone regularly with no strings attached was friends with benefits. And technically, Apollo and I had a friends–with–benefits arrangement.

But could I really say that to my boss?

He was breathtaking and dangerous, absolutely not the kind of man anyone would ever call a friend with benefits. And yet, I wanted him so badly it hurt, every second I hesitated only made the need inside me spiral higher.

Screw it–I’d say anything if it meant he would touch me.

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“We’re… friends with benefits,” I whispered. “Our relationship is strictly professional, sir. I understand that, I’ll always keep it that way. You don’t have to worry about that. Now, can you please” I faltered mid–sentence, realizing too late that the longer I spoke, the darker his expression grew.

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing, and heat crawled up my spine, not from lust this time, but from the fear that I’d said the wrong thing. It was like he was weighing every word, and the more I tried to explain, the angrier he

seemed to become.

It felt like someone handed me a shovel, and with each word, I was digging my own grave deeper and deeper.

I bit my lips. Did I just make a huge mistake calling him friends with benefits, maybe that wasn’t the right answer. Maybe he wanted me to say something else. But what else could I say?

My mind scrambled for the right words, but nothing made sense.

I was about to speak again when his hand, which had been slowly stroking me, stopped. I whimpered softly, silently hoping he’d put it back. If I complained, he might pull away, and if he did, I was certain I’d lose my mind completely.

Apollo removed his hand from my ass, running it through his hair in frustration.

“You really are testing my patience, princess,” he hissed, sending a shiver straight down my spine. “Friends with benefits?”

“Is that… bad?” My voice barely rose above a whisper. Then, suddenly, my eyes widened, and a hopeful smile

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spread across my face as an idea hit me. “Daddy?”

Apollo didn’t answer at first. He tilted his head, dark eyes calculating, before his lips slowly curled into a dangerous smile. My stomach dropped, because even though no one else would understand, I knew exactly what that smile meant. Apollo only wore that smile when he was about to ruin something, and with his gaze locked on me, like a wolf circling its prey, that something was me,

Did I get it wrong?

“If you don’t know,” he rasped, “then I’ll just have to make you understand.”

My pulse skyrocketed. Before I could even process what he was doing, he leaned forward. I thought he was going to kiss me. My lips puckered instinctively, and I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the moment. But nothing happened.

I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion, and looked at him. He raised a single eyebrow, an amused look on his face. I froze, trying to make sense of the sudden shift, until my gaze dropped and I noticed the can in his hand.

Whipped cream?

My cheeks flamed red.

Ah, you’ve got to be kidding me. He was just reaching for the can of cream on the table.

I’d been so caught up in him, already used to his kisses and the way he could make my body respond without even touching me, that for a moment, I completely forgot myself, and who he was.

And what was he planning with a can of cream?

I opened my mouth, wanting to speak, but no words came out. I licked my lips nervously and turned away, until his hand shot up, gripping my chin and tilting my face back toward him. His lips met mine, and my body reacted before my brain did, I wanted to kiss him back, and melt into him. But just as quickly, he pulled away, breaking the kiss and leaving me breathless.

“Patient,” he ordered, and I nodded. I didn’t know what he planned, but at this point, I didn’t care.

He shook the can, my eyes locked on the movement, and smeared the cold whipped cream against my lips. I gasped, startled by the icy touch, my tongue twitching against it. Without a word, his tongue dragged across my mouth, licking it off, his lips claiming mine in a way that left me weak.

I tried to deepen the kiss again, but he leaned back slightly, shaking the can once more. My eyes widened as it finally dawned on me what he was planning.

Don’t tell me, he wanted to…

Before I could finish the thought, he tilted the can, letting the cream drizzle across my chest and over my breasts. The cold touch sent an electric jolt through me. I shivered, my hands moving instinctively to cover myself, but his grip was firm, keeping me exposed.

I swallowed hard as Apollo moved closer. His tongue darted out, warm and wet against the cold cream, and my breath hitched. He started with my chest, licking a slow path down to one breast.

“Haahh…” I gasped, hips pressing forward on instinct, nipples tightening painfully under the combined sensation of cold cream and his hot tongue.

The first flick of his tongue over my nipple made me arch, letting out a needy moan. He didn’t stop there. His lips closed over it, sucking gently at first, then a little firmer, my hands tangled in his hair.

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When he moved to the second breast, I moaned again, louder this time. His hand cupped it as his tongue traced over the nipple, flicking and sucking with a slow rhythm.

With a final flick of his tongue, he traced a path along the underside of my breast, letting his lips brush against the nipple again before pulling back just enough for me to catch my breath.

He shook the can again, and this time, he pressed it against my lower stomach, right over my clit.

Without breaking eye contact, he trailed his tongue slowly down the path of my stomach, leaving a trail of his kisses behind. When he finally reached my clit, he sank to his knees in front of me, and my entire body clenched at the sight.

Apollo on his knees was the hottest thing this world had to offer. Somehow, the position only made him look more dominant, and dangerous. Even kneeling, he held all the power, and he knew it.

He reached for me, spreading my legs and dragging my ass to the edge of the table. My shirt had ridden up, leaving me completely exposed, and his gaze went straight to my clit.

I was so wet I could feel it running down my skin, my body practically begging for him without shame. Heat flared through me under his ravenous stare. His gaze roamed over my pussy like he wanted to lap up every drop I was leaking for him.

I flushed with embarrassment and tried to close my legs, but he caught them firmly, spreading them wider.

“A–Apollo….”

“Don’t close your legs,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I’m hungry, and I’m going to eat until I’m satisfied.”

My face burned hotter at his words.

He leaned closer to my thigh, never taking his eyes off mine. His lips pressed lightly against my skin, and I swallowed hard, my stomach tightening. Even though I didn’t want to admit it, and try to overthink things to keep my composure, I couldn’t ignore how much I loved the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful, fragile thing in the world.

His hand was still firm on my ass, holding me in place, while his lips trailed slowly up my thigh. Every inch he moved brought him closer to the place that ached for him, and my hips lifted slightly without thinking.

“Boss?” he murmured as his lips inched higher. “Friends with benefits? Daddy?” His words were slow, each one punctuated by the press of his mouth against my skin. “They weren’t wrong, but I knew they weren’t the ones I wanted to hear.”

I tried to steady my breathing, my chest rising and falling unevenly. I looked directly at him, meeting his gaze, and finally whispered, “Then, what do you want to hear?”

He paused at my clit, hovering just above me, his eyes locking onto mine. I could see him thinking. My body shivered in response, desperate for what I knew was coming.

Before I could speak another word, he pressed his face to my clit, his tongue sliding inside me in a deep lick that made my entire body shiver. My hips jerked instinctively, and, desperate moan tore from my lips.

“Oh my God!”

“What do you think, Grace? What would a possessive man like me want to hear?”