The Daddy Series Books 1 - 4

by Hamel, B. B.

  “Very good. So why are you acting as if you’re the most important person in this company?”

  I stare at him, at a total loss. I barely see anyone other than Rogers and Mason, so I don’t know how I could be acting any sort of way. I stay in my corner and do what I’m told.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”

  “You left early yesterday,” he snarls at me. “Why?”

  I blink and laugh nervously. “Mr. Ward sent me home,” I say. “That’s all.”

  “He sent you home?” Declan shakes his head. “Liar. He never sends people home early.”

  “He sent me home,” I say. “You can ask him.”

  “I’m sure you’d love that,” he sneers, rolling his eyes. “Listen to me, Hazel. You’d better learn your place and fast. Mason isn’t the kind of man that needs someone like you hanging around him all the time, taking advantage.”

  “Taking… advantage?” I shake my head, at a total loss. I have no clue how someone could take advantage of Mason Ward, the strongest man I’ve ever met. He’s so dominant, so in control. The idea seems ludicrous.

  Declan sighs and steps closer. “Walk the straight and narrow, Hazel, or I’ll get rid of you. Don’t forget that.”

  Before I can respond, the light above the door turns on. I startle into motion. “Sorry, Declan,” I say. “That’s Mr. Ward. He’s calling for me.”

  Declan glances at his watch. “He’s early today.”

  “Yes, he is, and I should be in there already.” I hurry to the desk where Rogers sits and find the tray with coffee and a newspaper already waiting for me. I grab it quickly and push open the door.

  I catch one last lingering glare from Declan as I hurry into Mason’s office, the door shutting behind me.

  I try and put that moment out of my mind, but it’s hard. Why would the second most important person here threaten me twice now? I don’t understand why he’s so afraid of me having a good relationship with Mason. I’m just the assistant, that’s all.

  So what if he gets me off sometimes?

  I hurry toward Mason’s desk. He’s sitting there, watching me carefully.

  “You’re late,” he says.

  I curtsy as best I can, not saying a word.

  He sighs and gestures at his desk. I put the tray down and he pours himself some coffee.

  “I would’ve thought that you’d be on time today, seeing as I gave you time off yesterday.” He arches an eyebrow expectantly.

  “Sorry, sir,” I say, head bowed, eyes downcast. I know he likes it when I do this little show of obedience, and for some reason I do want to make him happy. “It won’t happen again.”

  “Good.” He sips his coffee and stands. “Yesterday, you expressed interest in getting to know me. I sent you home and hoped that you’d reconsider.” He pauses, looking at me closely. “Did you?”

  “No,” I say. “I still want to know you.”

  He nods, but doesn’t smile.

  “Kneel down.”

  I do as he says, kneeling onto the plush carpet. He comes around his desk and stands in front of me, tilting my head up toward him, grabbing me by the cheeks and chin.

  “Hazel, there’s more to this than you know,” he whispers. “Can you take it?”

  “Yes,” I whisper back, not sure that I can.

  “Good.” He releases my chin and unbuckles his belt. A thrill runs through me. “You have to swear something for me.”

  “What?” I ask, breathless.

  “I need something from you. It may seem strange at first, but you’ll understand what it means soon enough.”

  “Anything.”

  He pauses, releasing his belt. He slides his pants down, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs.

  My eyes stare at his huge cock, straining against the cotton.

  He steps out of his pants, folds them neatly, and places them over the back of a nearby chair. He returns to standing in front of me, this time closer. I could reach up with my lips and kiss the tip of his cock if I wanted, and I’m tempted. It’s thick and big, probably bigger than I realize, since it’s contained inside his briefs right now.

  He leans down as if to kiss me, but moves his lips to my ear. “I need you to promise that I’ll always be your Daddy,” he says softly. “If you want to know me, I’ll be your Daddy and always take care of you. No matter what, you’ll do what I tell you, without a second thought. Do you understand?”

  My heart’s beating so fast, I can’t breathe. “Yes,” I manage, even though I’m a jumble of confusion and desire.

  “Good. You’ll always call me Daddy when we’re alone. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

  Something flashes in his eyes.

  “Say it again.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He nearly groans. “Again.”

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  He kisses me, fist in my hair.

  10

  Mason

  I slide my briefs down, my hard cock practically springing into my hand.

  She stares up at me, trembling, half afraid, half excited. I can still hear that word on her lips.

  Daddy.

  Fucking hell, she’s so beautiful. I stroke myself as she reaches for my thick cock, taking it in her palm. I lean back, half sitting against the desk as she slides the tip of my cock into her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I whisper. It’s so fucking warm and wet as she sucks my tip, licking me all over. She’s not holding anything back, sucking and licking my shaft and head, taking me into her mouth and trying to slide me into her throat.

  But she gags. I’m too fucking big. I grab her hair and press her down again, groaning, and she gags again. I can see tears springing into her eyes.

  But that doesn’t stop her. She sucks me faster, taking me into her throat as far as she can without gagging. I fuck her little mouth before letting her take over again.

  She strokes my thick shaft. I love how huge I look in her little fist. I hold her hair tight and let her suck me faster, faster, and I know I can’t stand it any longer.

  I’ve been patient. I waited for this. I held back and teased her, gave her what she wanted and needed, waited before I took what I wanted. Now, though, now I don’t have to wait anymore. I can have what I need, even if I shouldn’t, even if I should keep things professional.

  It’s way too late for professional.

  “Stand up,” I grunt.

  She slides me from her throat with a gasp, spit trailing to my shaft.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she says, getting to her feet.

  “Undress.”

  She doesn’t hesitate. She reaches behind her and slowly pulls the zipper of her dress down, shrugging it forward to let it fall down onto the floor. It drops in a puddle at her feet, and I stare at her milky, creamy fucking skin, slowly stroking myself with her spit still on my shaft.

  Her breasts are full and her nipples are hard and pink as she takes her black bra off. She steps out of her panties and I bite my lip at her perfectly trim little pussy. She stands there staring at me, completely naked as I stroke my cock.

  “Fucking hell, Hazel,” I whisper. “I didn’t know you were hiding that from me. I don’t think I would’ve been so patient.”

  A little smile flickers on her lips. “I wasn’t hiding anything, Daddy.”

  “Yes, you were.” I stand, cock still hard. I grab her hair and pull her against the desk, bending her over. “Look at this pretty ass, and this wet cunt.” I tease her with my hand, reaching around her from behind to rub her clit. She moans, a smile on her lips, wiggling her ass.

  I spank her hard with my other hand. She gasps in surprise and stares at me, mouth hanging open. I spank her again, harder this time.

  “Fucking hell, girl,” I groan. “You’re so god damn sexy, with that perfect perky ass and those nice pink nipples. You really have been holding out on me.” I tease her breasts as I continue to rub her clit.

  She moans, deep in the ba
ck of her throat, nearly a purr. “You’ve been holding out on me too, Daddy.”

  I laugh softly and turn her around, pushing her back against the desk. I shove my things out of the way as I hoist her up, sitting her down.

  She unbuttons my shirt slowly. I continue to tease her pussy as it comes off. When she’s done, I let the shirt fall to the floor as her fingers trace over my muscular frame.

  I kiss her neck, fingers plunging into her pussy. She spreads her legs and takes my cock in both hands, stroking me as I stroke her. I love her taste, her smell, the sound of her moaning in my ear.

  I want to take my time, want to tease her, take her further than she’s ever been before, but I know I have to take it slow. I can’t push her too far on the first time, and besides, I’m desperate to feel that tight cunt from the inside.

  I pull back and push her slightly. She braces herself against the desk as I lift one of her legs up and slowly slide my cock along her slit. She groans as I tease her and I know she’s worried about my size.

  I’m not worried. I’m not worried at all. I want to rip her part, fill her deep, make her beg.

  I lean over her and kiss her lips as I slowly slide myself inside.

  It’s fucking paradise. That’s my first thought. Tight and wet and warm and so fucking good. I fill her slowly, so fucking slowly. She’s moaning, her face half pleasure and half pain, just the way I like it. I hold her hips and kiss her, whispering in her ear.

  “This pussy feels so fucking good, Hazel,” I say. “So fucking tight and wet. You grip me like you never want to let go. You don’t want to let go, do you, dirty girl?”

  “Never, Daddy,” she says, eyes rolling back.

  “Fucking hell, Hazel.” I grab her cheeks, make her look at me as I finish my thrust and fill her. “You’re all mine now. Every fucking inch of you.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.

  I kiss her neck and breasts, teasing her nipples with my tongue as I start to slowly slide in and out. I fuck her deep and slow at first, getting her used to my size. She wiggles her hips, riding me, her moans coming soft and fast.

  “Shit,” she gasps. “Are we going to break this desk?”

  “I’m more worried about breaking you,” I say. “I can replace the desk.”

  She laughs and I thrust hard, turning that laugh into a moan. I grind into her and start to fuck her faster, holding her hips, kissing her lips.

  I love the sound of her moans and her skin against mine as I start to move faster. I fuck her deeper, rougher, harder. She groans, moans, gasps, and every new noise pushes me further into a fucking frenzy.

  I push her back flat onto the desk, breasts bouncing with every new thrust. I put one hand on her throat as I fuck her faster, both legs up on the desktop now.

  I pull her off, sliding myself out. I turn her around, push her over, bending her in half. I spank her ass and grab her hips, teasing her pussy from behind before sinking myself deep.

  “Fucking fuck,” she groans, half laughing. “Daddy, you’re going to wreck me.”

  “Good,” I say, grabbing her hair. “Let me.”

  I thrust harder, fucking her deep. She starts to move her hips, pushing back against me. I love the way she grinds against me, so fucking sexy and needy. My cock splits her in half as I thrust faster, hands teasing her breasts, pulling her hair, spanking her ass.

  I’m in a complete frenzy now, mind lost to her body and the sensations she creates in me. It’s almost too intense, too much pleasure, but no, there’s no such thing. I can’t hold back, not for my Hazel. Not anymore.

  I pull her toward me, fucking her deep, rocking into her. I reach around her hip to tease her clit as I fuck her nice and deep, my lips against her ear, my hand on her throat.

  “Controlled,” I whisper. “Every inch of your body is controlled.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she moans. I can tell she’s getting closer by the way she’s panting, just like the last time I got her off. I keep going, moving faster, rubbing and fucking, my hand firm against her throat.

  She’s moaning, gasping, groaning. She starts to roll her hips and push back against me. I let her set the pace, control the rhythm. I fall into line with her, thrusting deep and rough, giving her what she needs. She moans and rolls and pushes back.

  I concentrate on rubbing her clit as she rides my cock. I move my other hand from her throat to her hair and let her have free rein. She rides back faster, faster. I love the muscles just under her skin, tensing and flexing. She’s so fucking sexy as she grips the desk and uses it for leverage.

  I keep rubbing her clit as she rides me faster, deeper. I love how tight she is, so fucking tight and warm. I groan as her moans get louder, louder. “Fuck, Daddy,” she gasps, and I don’t let up.

  I keep rubbing her clit as she comes. Her riding gets slower as she clenches back, her hands white on the desk, but I don’t stop working her clit. Her moans turn into incomprehensible begging as the orgasm takes her someplace intense and incredible.

  Slowly she finishes and I release her. She stumbles forward, gasping for breath, and looks over her shoulder at me as I slowly stroke my cock, still soaking wet with her pussy.

  “Holy crap,” she says, blinking a little, and smiles. “That was amazing.”

  “Good,” I say. “Now get on your knees and swallow my cum.”

  She bites her lip and does as I commanded. She drops to her knees and starts to work my cock with both hands, jerking my shaft as she sucks my tip. I groan and push her deeper, knowing I’m so fucking close to coming. I lose myself in her work, her lips sucking hard, her tongue working all over.

  I come hard, pushing her deep. I come into her throat and she swallows every drop, not skipping a beat. I grunt and gasp as I finish, thick cum filling her mouth.

  She looks up at me and kisses my shaft, licking me nice and clean.

  “Fuck, girl,” I grunt and pull her to her feet. I kiss her slow and deep, loving as her taste mingles with mine.

  “Fuck, Daddy,” she says, smiling at me as we break apart.

  I hold her tight and close, both of us naked, not caring about anything else in the world. I haven’t felt like this in a long time and I didn’t think I would.

  But here she is, and I know I can’t go back, not even if I wanted to.

  11

  Hazel

  I’m practically buzzing with Mason for the rest of the day, but I don’t get a chance to see him. Something comes up with the Chinese deal, so he only uses me to grab him some food and drinks, but otherwise I have the afternoon to myself.

  The next morning I come in bright and early, practically giddy with excitement. Rogers gives me an odd smile as I greet him with a huge grin. “Good morning, Rogers,” I say. “You’re looking well today.”

  “Good morning, Hazel,” he answers. “You’re early.”

  “I’m in good spirits.”

  He laughs a little. “Nice to hear. Mr. Ward has been very pleased with your service so far.”

  “I’ve been very pleased to serve Mr. Ward.” I can barely contain myself. I wonder if Rogers has any clue what I mean by that.

  If he does, he doesn’t show it. “Very good, very good. Well, get yourself settled and then head inside.”

  “Of course.”

  I’m floating on air, skipping along like a little girl. I probably should tone it down but I can’t help myself.

  I haven’t felt this way in a long time, if ever. I’ve had crushes and boyfriends and even a short-lived fuck buddy, but I never felt like this about any of them. They were fine and made me smile, but not like this.

  None of them were like Mason. He’s something different, something special. I don’t know what I’m getting myself into, but I don’t think I care.

  I keep thinking about getting on my knees and calling him Daddy. There’s a darkness inside of him, a dark patch of silence that I can’t quite understand. I suspect he doesn’t want me to understand it, or at least he didn’t at first.

>   I don’t know what he’ll want now. I crossed a threshold yesterday, moved over into something I don’t really understand just yet. There’s more to whatever happened than just sex. It’s like he needed that to allow himself a chance to open up to me.

  I’ll call him Daddy a thousand times more if he can keep making me feel the way I felt yesterday. And the way I feel right now.

  I get myself settled, use the bathroom to fix my hair and straighten myself up, and finally grab the tray from Rogers. “Good luck,” he says with a wink as I head into the office.

  For a second, I think he knows something, but no way. The door closes behind me as I head over to my spot to wait for Mason, wondering all the while what Rogers may or may not know.

  Mason doesn’t keep me waiting very long. Five minutes after I take my position, Mason comes walking down the hall. When he appears in the office, I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.

  “Good morning, Daddy,” I say.

  He stops where he’s standing to look at me. My heart beats hard and for a second, his face is blank.

  But slowly, a smile spread across his lips. “Good morning, Hazel. You can put that down.”

  I put the tray in the usual spot and pour him a cup as he sits down. “Do you want some?” he asks me.

  I hesitate. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

  He buzzes Rogers and asks for a second mug. Rogers brings it in without comment and leaves as I sit down in the chair in front of Mason’s desk. He pours me some coffee and we sip it together in silence for a moment.

  “Yesterday, I promised you something,” he says softly, breaking the silence.

  I cock my head. “What did you promise?”

  “I said I’d tell you about myself. Tell you the truth. Do you still want to hear it?”

  I nod. “I really do.”

  He takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “The Ward family has always had money,” he says softly. I knew that already, since of course I did some research on him, but that’s about all I know. There were references to a wife that died mysteriously, but there’s not much about her, either. It’s like his whole life has been scrubbed off the Internet, nearly wiped clean.