Call me Daddy

Pete's Punishment...

Pete's POV

--The next day--

I woke up with a hell of a headache.

Damn, why did Porsche dish out so many drinks?

I rubbed my eye as soon as the curtains drew open by Vegas. He has a smirk on his face.

I was confused as to why he was looking at me hungrily but when I looked down, I realised I was not wearing any clothes. I quickly covered myself with the bed sheets while Vegas walked towards me.

He sits next to me and leans towards me.

"Why you hiding? I've already seen every inch of you." He says and looks up and down my body covered with sheets.

"Vegas I don't have time to play. I have to get ready for work." I said while backing up a little.

He chuckles and moves closer to me.

"Back to calling my name huh?" He says as he touches my lips with his thumb slowly opening my mouth.

I was confused as to what he meant. I always call him by his name. Right?

"What do you mean?" I ask in confusion.

He smirked while he slowing moves his hand that was on my lips down my neck to my hands that were in front of my chest clenching the bed sheets.

"Don't you remember, what happened last night?" He asks while he peals the blanket on one side of my shoulder off.

"No, I only remember drinking with Khun Thankun, nothing more." I say as I try hard to remember what happen.

What happened last night?

Vegas peals off the blanket on the other side of my shoulder.

"I'll remind you." He smirks and pulls me into his kiss. He kisses me hungrily, sucking my tongue and lips whenever I took a breath.

He pulls my waist towards him and sits me on his lap and explores my back.

Instantly a memory of me on his lap in the bar appears.

I brushed my hands through his hair and tugged it when he squeezed my ass.

I lengthen my arms around his neck when he moves his kisses to my neck and sucks every spot he come in contact with.

I threw my head back when he started kissing my chest and stops at my nipples. He gives then a suck and a bite which sent a tingling sensation throughout my body causing me to grip his hair.

"Ahhhh... Hmmm..."I moaned against him.

Then a memory of me calling his "Daddy" and me trying to do "it" in a bar appears.

"I called you..." I gasped and moved myself a bit back to look at him. He looked at me with lustful eyes which signalled danger.

Instead of responding he picked me up and put me on the bed.

He removed his shirt and hovered over me.

He looked into my eyes, more like my soul and held my junior which had erected.

He pumps it slowly and kisses my lips again. He continues his slow pace which drove me crazy.

"Vegas... hmmm..." I moaned as he circled the tip of my junior with his thumb.