Baron's POV 

He watched me for a long time, his thumb still pressed to my lower lip where I’d licked it, tasting his skin, wishing it were his hard cock in my mouth.

His eyes were dark and unreadable, but that tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth made my stomach clench in anticipation.

“You really are hopeless,” he said softly, fondly even. “Licking my fingers like a starving thing. Begging for more when you’ve already been filled twice.”

I nodded, throat too tight. “I can’t help it, Father. You broke me.”

“Hmm.” Was his only reply. His thumb pushed harder, forcing my mouth open. “Then let’s see how...