Tyrant Daddy (Tyrant Dynasty 3)

"I don't hold back," he replies. "I don't have to. And I certainly won't be doing that with you. Now come here and sit on my lap."

I want to fight him further, but the desire to be closer to him prevents me from doing that. Picking myself up, I saunter over to him and pretend I'm not shaking inside as I confidently slide onto his lap. My arms circle his shoulders and his smoldering eyes meet mine.

"Like this?" I ask innocently.

"No," he growls. He grabs my ass and I cry out as he pulls me on top of him, spreading my legs so I'm straddling him. "Like this."

I swallow, panicking on the inside but merely offering him a confident smile on the outside.

"You think you're so slick, don't you, trouble?" Raphael asks in his low, growly voice. "You don't think I can see right through you?"

"Can you?" I tilt my head to the side with an innocent smile. "What am I thinking right now?"

"Right now," Raphael mutters, moving my hands so my nails dig into his neck. "Right now, you're wondering whether I'll be able to tell you're a virgin when I fuck you."

I can feel the heat creeping into my cheeks, but I don't go on the defense, even though I want to. "Okay, your turn."

"You gonna read my mind, trouble?"

"Yeah." I pull back and grind my hips on his lap lightly, almost lightly enough to make it seem like a mistake as my short dress rises to reveal my stocking tops. "You're wondering if I'm lying about being a virgin."

"Wrong." He smirks. "I know you saved that special little gift just for me, trouble."

"I admit, you're good at this game."

"I'm good at other things, too."

"Oh?" I raise my brows at him. "Such as?"

"Such as making you come. Ever had an orgasm, Willa?"

I shake my head no. There's no point in lying. At this point I'm convinced it's physically impossible for me to orgasm. I've touched myself often enough to know it would've happened by now if it could.

"Fucking delightful." He pushes me off his lap and I stumble backward in my boots, looking at him with betrayal in my eyes. But before I can say another word, Raphael's gotten to his feet and is approaching me with a predatory look on his face. "Now, Willa, just because you're a virgin doesn't mean I'm going to go gentle on you. I'm paying you, so we're going to do this my way. Got it?"

"Got it," I nod. "Now give me what you've got, Daddy, don't keep me –"

I don't get to finish my sentence because he pushes me to my knees the next moment. I hit the ground hard, knowing I'm going to bruise tomorrow, but all it does is turn me on more.

"Open your mouth." I obey and Raphael hooks a thumb between my lips.

"Aren't you going to kiss me first?" I ask, his thumb muffling my words.

He groans, reaching for the crotch of his pants. The expensive fabric is stretched by his hard cock. I swallow, my eyes going to his again. "No, I'm not going to kiss you. I'm just going to fuck you."

I bite his thumb and he laughs, pulling out of my mouth. "What do I get if you kiss me by the end of our date?"

He smirks, "You turn everything into a game, trouble?"

"Only when I know I'm going to win."

"Fine." He pulls his zipper down but my gaze doesn't waver from his. "I'll add an extra five thousand to your account."

"Perfect." It's not what I wanted, but I'm sure my confidence is overselling my true feelings. Because I didn't want money. I wanted a promise, a way to see him again after this. "Then let's get started."

"Perfect," he mimics me. "Have you sucked cock before, trouble?"

"No, but I've sucked a dildo," I reply smugly, making him laugh. "What? It was big."

"It couldn't do what I'm about to do." He frees up his cock and I let out an involuntary gasp. He's thick, swollen. There's a vein throbbing along his length that scares me. His cock scares me.

Without saying another word, Raphael clasps his hands behind my head and brings me in close. "Smell me."

I struggle against him, wanting him to overpower me. He smells like soap and skin, and I want to get closer, but he pulls back before I can do that, taunting me with his cock.

"You like it?" I nod. "Beg for it."

"I-No." I glare at him.

"Beg. For. It."

I keep glaring but it doesn't seem like he's changing his mind. My eyes go to his cock and I feel my mouth watering. I swallow, doing my best to ignore it. "Please, Daddy?"

"You think I'm going to let you have it that easily?"

It's my turn to smirk. "Yes, Daddy."

He growls my name and steps forward. Before I get the chance to react, he starts slapping me with his cock. My cheeks burn red from the humiliation. "You like that, trouble?"