Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 99

**TITLE: Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint 99**

“Will you take your punishment like a good girl?”

Grace

My heart raced, and my eyes widened in shock. One hand gripped Apollo’s shoulder tightly, while the other pressed desperately over my mouth, trying to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape.

Each breath I took was shallow, my chest rising and falling erratically. The hard surface of the desk dug into my back, and my legs were shamelessly parted, leaving me vulnerable as Apollo stood between them, a relentless toy buzzing against my clit.

All I could do was gaze at the man who had brought me to this point.

He looked so damn proud. The dangerous curve of his lips twitched with satisfaction, his eyes locked onto mine as if I were nothing more than his prized creation. His hand held me firmly in place, preventing any attempt to escape, but the pleasure coursing through me was overwhelming, making it impossible to remain still.

It was unbelievable. I couldn’t fathom how something so small could elicit such intense sensations within a woman. It wasn’t his cock—nothing could ever compare to that—but still, this was exquisite. And as I reveled in the pleasure, a nagging thought echoed in my mind: I absolutely shouldn’t be doing this in his office.

I wasn’t exactly a saint; yesterday had already made that abundantly clear. But this felt reckless, even for someone like me. It was too early in the day, and the stakes were high. Someone could burst in at any moment.

“P-please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, my hand pressing deeper into his shoulder, my nails digging into the fabric as I looked up at him, helpless and yearning.

Apollo’s brow arched slightly as he leaned closer, his face mere inches from mine. In one swift motion, he seized the hand that had been covering my mouth and pinned it above my head. My body jolted at the sudden shift, especially when his hips pressed forward, and I froze.

The hard length of his cock, restrained by his trousers and belt, pressed against my already dripping clit. The harsh contrast of cold leather against the buzzing toy made a cry escape my lips.

“Oh my God—” I moaned, unable to contain my response.

His thumb found its way to my lips, pressing against them until they parted. My pink lips stretched around his thumb, effectively silencing me.

“Please?” His voice was deep, laced with a teasing undertone. “Do you want me to stop?”

Stop? He knew damn well I didn’t want that.

His thumb stroked the inside of my mouth as his gaze burned into mine. “Or will you take your punishment like a good girl?”

A shiver raced down my spine, pulsing all the way to my clit.

I could end this. All it would take was a shake of my head, a single word, a gentle push to send him back. But I didn’t. Deep down, I recalled yesterday—the sting of his hand, the way I had initially hated the idea, only to find myself loving it far too much to admit.

What if this was the same?

What if this was the kind of experience only Apollo Reed could provide? It felt risky, nerve-wracking even, but I knew it would be worth it.

I shook my head, not caring if I appeared desperate in his eyes. Apollo’s gaze glinted with a predatory delight, as if he were savoring the fact that I had no fear of him.

He leaned back, stepping away from me as if nothing had transpired, and pressed a button.

The buzzing ceased.

The sudden silence made a whine escape my lips before I could contain it. My legs twitched, aching at the loss, my clit still throbbing, wetness clinging to my panties. I couldn’t decipher whether I felt disappointed or relieved.

I stared at him, bewildered. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket, his expression blank, yet somehow menacing. “Miss Grace, you will keep that on throughout the day.”

Ding.

I flinched at the sudden sound, glancing down at my phone. I had been so engrossed in the filthy things spilling from Apollo’s mouth that I had momentarily forgotten myself.

I coughed, quickly looking away, desperate to pull myself out of the haze he had cast over me. My fingers curled tightly around the edge of the desk.

“Take it,” Apollo commanded, his voice calm yet firm, leaving no room for argument.

With trembling hands, I reached for my phone. A single message lit up the screen:

[We are still eating lunch, right?]

River.

I instinctively glanced at Apollo. He didn’t need to ask; that knowing look in his eyes told me he already knew who it was.

I bit down on my lip, torn. I wanted to cancel because of Apollo’s plans for me, but canceling a third time would come off as rude. Something about the man before me suggested he wanted me to accept the invitation to lunch with River.

With a resigned sigh, my thumb hovered over the screen before finally typing back.

[Of course.]

When I looked up, Apollo’s expression confirmed my choice. That faint glimmer in his eyes indicated I had chosen correctly.

Why did it feel like I was biting off more than I could chew?