The Daddy Series Books 1 - 4

by Hamel, B. B.

  “Go sit in my chair.” I nod toward my desk chair.

  She hesitates, but puts her drink down on a table and walks over. I watch as she sits down.

  “Comfy,” she comments.

  I stare at her, at her perfect body. The top two buttons of her shirt are undone, and I can see just a hint of her breasts. She’s wearing a skirt again, which can’t be a fucking coincidence.

  “Pull up your skirt,” I say softly.

  She looks at me for a second. I’m standing over to the side of my desk and she rotates toward me, shimmying her hips a bit, getting the cloth up.

  Navy blue panties, lacy and frilly with little bows on the side.

  I walk toward her. She bites her lip as I kneel down. I pull out a drawer a few inches and put her foot up on it, pushing her back into the chair.

  “I showed you something private,” I say softly. “I don’t always open up to people.”

  “Why open up to me?”

  I shake my head, kissing her inner thigh. “I don’t know,” I admit. “There’s something… about you.”

  “Are you sure it’s me?” She grabs my hair suddenly, tipping my head back, looking into my eyes. “Or is it this?”

  I smirk at her, leaning up against her body. I grab the back of her head and pull her into a kiss. “I can get this whenever I want,” I whisper. “It’s you.”

  She bites her lip as I drop back between her legs. I push her panties aside and begin to suck and lick her clit, cock raging hard as I taste her again.

  I love it. There’s no other way to put it. I love the taste of her, the sounds she makes, all her moans and movements and everything about her.

  It’s like she was built for me, for my tongue. I lap her up, lick her cunt up and down, slide my fingers inside.

  She was made for this, just for my tongue. I can read her body like a fucking book and push her further and further, get her deeper into pleasure, make her experience something I bet she’s never felt before.

  I suck her clit and slide my fingers deep inside of her. She grips my hair and I slide them in and out, fucking her with my fingers, making her groan.

  “Ruby, my little gem,” I whisper, fingers deep inside. “You’re fucking delicious. I could taste this cunt all day long.”

  “Oh, god, Aiden,” she whispers. “Am I being too loud?”

  I laugh and shake my head. “You’re not being loud enough.” I push my fingers deeper, curling them, teasing her spot. Her moans gets louder and I smirk before licking her clit again, tongue sliding up and down.

  I love it, all her juices, her whole body. I love her fingers in my hair, gripping it, pulling it.

  But I need more. Fucking hell, I need more.

  I suck her clit, fuck her with my fingers. I know this is just the start. I want to taste her cum so badly.

  Normally, I’d tease her, string it out. Tonight though, I want her to come now, right now.

  I lick her faster, fingers pumping deep in and out, pushing her, pushing her. I’m unrelenting and she knows it, panting and moaning, pulling my hair, hips shimmying in my chair.

  I stare up into her eyes as she starts to get there. “Come on my fucking fingers, you dirty girl,” I say, standing up. I kiss her neck, her lips. I make her taste her pussy as I fuck her with my fingers.

  She moans into my kiss. I keep going, faster and faster, and she starts to come.

  I get her off with my fingers, unrelenting and passionate. I bite her lower lip and pull back as she finishes, licking my fingers clean.

  “Shit,” she pants, blinking like she’s dizzy. “Aiden. Fuck.”

  I smirk, and slowly unbuckle my belt. She watches me, desire still in her eyes. I pull my pants off, letting them drop to the floor, before sliding my boxer briefs down along with them.

  I take my thick cock in my hand. “Down on your knees now, little gem,” I say softly.

  She bites her lip but does as I ask. She leaves her skirt hiked up around her hips, although she does fix her panties as she kneels in front of me obediently.

  “I need something from you,” I say, slowly stroking my cock. “Do you want this?”

  She nods, staring up at me. “I want it.”

  “Good girl. I need you to do something for me.”

  “What?” she asks.

  I lean down, tip her chin toward me. I kiss her lips softly. “Have you ever called someone Daddy?” I ask her.

  “No,” she says.

  “I want to be your Daddy, Ruby. I can take care of you, give you things, make you feel things. Do you want that?”

  “Yes,” she says, her whisper hoarse and low.

  “Good. I need you to call me Daddy.” I grab her hair and tilt her chin back. “Say it, Ruby.”

  “Daddy,” she moans.

  “That’s right. Say it again.”

  “Fuck. Daddy. You’re my Daddy.”

  She opens her mouth and takes my cock between her lips. I’m fucking close already, I can feel it. I’m not holding back, not trying to make this last long. I want to come on her pretty face, make her swallow me, make her taste me.

  Make her call me Daddy.

  She sucks my tip fast, taking my shaft with both hands. She strokes me and sucks me, and fucking hell it feels good. I knew she’d be great at sucking cock but I had no clue how good she’d be.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “Your lips were built for this, girl.”

  She moans as she sucks me faster, bobbing up and down, spit slowly sliding down along my shaft. She’s messy and dirty and fucking filthy and oh, fucking hell, it feels so goddamn good.

  Minutes tick past. She sucks me faster, faster, hands stroking, pleasure mounting. She’s so fucking sexy on her knees with my cock pushing her lips apart.

  She slides down, tries to take me into her throat, but can’t manage it. She gags, pulls back, strokes me while staring into my eyes.

  “Say it again,” I order.

  “Daddy,” she whispers.

  I take my cock, jerking my tip fast. “Say it.”

  “Daddy.”

  “Fucking hell, girl. Call me Daddy.” I grab her hair, pulling her chin back.

  “Come for me, Daddy.”

  I groan and come on her lips. She opens her mouth, taking some on her tongue. It slips down onto her breasts, dripping between her shirt. I groan as she licks it up, cleaning off her mouth, swallowing what’s on her tongue. She uses two fingers to wipe it up off her chest and shirt, smiling as she cleans it off with her tongue.

  “Fuck, Ruby,” I say, stepping back. She smiles huge.

  “Was that good, Daddy?”

  “That was perfect.” I pull her to her feet and kiss her, slow and deep, my tongue against her tongue.

  We finally break apart and get dressed. She leans back in my chair as I sip my whisky, enjoying the sharp burn.

  I pull her to her feet and kiss her. I can taste whisky, pussy, cum. I don’t mind.

  I just want her right now. My cock’s already starting to get hard again.

  Looking forward to the next time she calls me Daddy.

  7

  Ruby

  When I check on Grandmom a few days later, she’s sitting up in bed and trying to work the television.

  “I swear they make it complicated on purpose,” she complains. “I bet they’d charge me for this if they could.”

  I smile at her. “I’m sure,” I say, neglecting to mention that they are actually charging her, or at least that I’ve been paying for it.

  “They want us old people to do little brain games and all that, puzzles and the like. That’s why these TVs are so difficult.”

  “Better than Sudoku,” I say. “At least when you figure this out, you can watch Seinfeld.”

  Grandmom nods knowingly. “I do love Kramer,” she says. “He’s so funny. Whatever happened to him?”

  “I think he got caught yelling racist things and people don’t like him anymore.”

  She makes a dismissive gesture. “Please, I gr
ew up with plenty of racist people saying racist things.”

  “Can’t do that anymore, Grandmom. It’s not right.”

  She gives me a look. “I know it’s not right. I’m just saying, plenty of people in this world are assholes. What’s one funnier asshole?”

  I grin at her, shaking my head. Her generation will never fully get it, but that’s okay. She means well at least.

  I sit back in my chair and help her flip through the channels. We land on an old Western movie. Grandmom seems to have seen it before although she can’t remember when or where. We chat idly about my job, about how the hospital’s going for her, about how she’s feeling.

  “I’m feeling like I should get out of here soon,” she says to me.

  I laugh a little. “I’m not sure it’s up to you.”

  “Oh, I know. It’s up to that doctor.” She gestures at the door.

  “Dr. Hill is talented,” I say.

  “Now you’re defending him?”

  “I thought you liked him?”

  She shrugs. “I do like him. Still an ass though.”

  “You’re clearly feeling better.”

  She nods. “Strong as an ox.”

  “You’ve never seen an ox before. How do you know how strong they are?”

  “That’s just the saying, sweetie. I’m as strong as a train, how about that?”

  “That works.”

  “Dr. Hill needs to let me out of here soon.” She fiddles with the remote, turning it over in her hands. “I’m bored out of my mind.”

  “I’m sorry, Grandmom,” I say. “I can talk to him about it, if you want?”

  Her face lights up. “That would help. I think he likes you.”

  “Really?” I ask. “Why?”

  “He was asking about you,” she says.

  My heart starts beating faster. I want to play it cool and pretend like I don’t care, but whatever, it’s my grandmom. “What did he say?”

  She smiles knowingly. “Don’t sound so eager, dear.”

  “You’re my grandmom. I don’t need to play it cool with you.”

  “Well, he just asked about you. Wondered when you were coming to visit again.”

  “Oh,” I say. “What did you tell him?”

  “I told him that I didn’t know, and that he can get your number if he likes you so much.”

  My eyes go wide. “Grandmom! You didn’t.”

  “I sure did. He’s a nice man, honey, but he’s so much older than you.”

  “You just said he’s an asshole.”

  She shrugs. “Nice man, rich man, what’s the difference?”

  I groan. “I’m not looking for a husband to take care of me financially, Grandmom.”

  “That’s the dream, isn’t it?”

  “Not my dream.”

  She makes a face. “You millennials. You ruined everything and now you’re ruining marriage.”

  “I don’t think the ideal marriage is one based on a guy’s money, Grandmom.”

  “Maybe not. But it can be.” She sighs.

  “What else did he say?”

  “Not much. Just asks when you’re visiting again. Why don’t you go track him down and say hello?”

  I bite my lip. “Are you sure?”

  “Of course I’m sure. I’ve got the TV working now, I’m fine.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Oh, go on. I can tell you’re itching to find him.”

  I grin at her and stand. “Okay, fine. But only so I can tell him to discharge you.”

  She waves me away. “Sure, sure, whatever you say, dear.” She starts jabbing at the remote again, and I decide to leave before I get sucked back into helping her.

  I step out into the hall and let the door shut quietly behind me. There’s not a lot of action on this floor as I walk toward the elevators.

  I realize I have no clue how to find Aiden. It’s a big hospital and although he doesn’t have a ton of patients, they could be spread all over the place.

  I spot Jackie sitting behind one of the nurses’ stations and make a beeline for her. She looks up, a little smile on her face. “Hey there,” she says. “Haven’t seen you around for a few days.”

  “Been busy at work,” I say. “Do you know where Dr. Hill is?”

  She shrugs. “In his office, I think.”

  “Okay, thanks.” I turn to leave.

  “Do you know where it is?” she calls after me.

  I wave to her. “Yep, thanks!” It occurs to me that I probably shouldn’t know how to get there, but whatever. She says she’s his friend, so it doesn’t matter if she makes some assumptions.

  I reach the elevator and ride it up. Taking the stairs does occur to me, but I decide against it. I don’t want to show up at his office sweating and out of breath, although I bet he’d like that.

  I step out onto his floor and follow the empty halls to the far corner. I remember the way, mostly because it’s such an odd walk. There’s nothing up here, even though there’s enough room to pack a hundred more patients and nurses and doctors into the rooms and empty stations.

  It feels even stranger without Aiden to guide me. I hurry along, trying not to glance at the empty beds, wondering what happened in each of them.

  I find his office door at the end of another empty hall. The fluorescent lighting feels strange somehow, like the whole place is darker even though it’s still early evening and the sun hasn’t set yet. I walk slower toward his door, which is shut, but I can hear some strange sound.

  It’s almost like… moaning.

  I stop dead in my tracks.

  Moaning. Coming from his office.

  What the hell?

  I stare at the door. I should turn away, run back downstairs, pretend I never heard any of this.

  Instead, I walk right up to it and press my ear against the wood.

  I stand there, unmoving, listening to the noises inside.

  Nobody speaks. There are no words coming from inside his office.

  Just the occasional grunt, the low-throated moan.

  I step back, eyes wide.

  There’s a woman in that office.

  I move away from his door, heart hammering. I know we’re not exclusive or anything. Heck, we’re not even dating. We’re not together at all.

  But I thought… I thought there was something between us.

  Maybe it’s my fault. I’ve been so busy at work, staying late to finish this big last-minute advertising project that I was tapped to illustrate for, I haven’t had time to come visit Grandmom. Which also means I haven’t had time to see Aiden.

  Maybe he thinks I forgot about him. I mean, he was asking about me.

  I just don’t understand. Why would a man ask about me, want to see me, and then go sleep with someone else like three days later?

  I walk back to the door. I walk away from it. I pace around the hall, trying to decide what the hell to do.

  I should just leave. This is weird, way too weird. I should walk away and pretend like I heard nothing. Aiden doesn’t owe me a freaking thing.

  But I’m angry. The more I stand here, the angrier I feel. I almost want to kick in that door and scream at him.

  He made me call him Daddy…

  I press my ear against the door. I don’t hear anything this time. I listen closer, waiting, willing my heart to beat slower.

  Nothing. And then a rustle.

  I jump back from the door, eyes wide. I hurry away, dodging into an empty room and stepping behind the curtain just as his office door opens and a woman steps out.

  She’s tall and thin, almost Aiden’s height. He follows her and she turns back to him.

  “Thank you, Dr. Hill,” she says. “That was very… helpful.”

  He nods once. I watch them from the window to the room I’m in, hiding in the shadows, tucked behind the curtain.

  “I’m glad it helped.”

  The woman hesitates before turning away. They don’t say anything else as she leaves. I listen to her heel
s clack on the floor until she disappears around the corner.

  Aiden hesitates in his doorway, watching her go. I study his face, wondering what he’s thinking, but it’s mostly blank. I can’t read it at all.

  Finally, he turns away and disappears back into his office.

  I come out from the room I was hiding in and stare at his door. I don’t know what to feel or think right now.

  I should just ask him. He’s a doctor, after all. Maybe that was just a patient, or his sister, or something…

  But those moans.

  I shake my head. He’s an asshole. Don’t forget it.

  I walk quickly away, hurrying toward the stairwell.

  8

  Aiden

  I don’t see Ruby for five full days before I run into her outside of her grandmother’s room.

  Five full days. I know she’s visited at least twice in that time. Jackie even mentioned that she was looking for me.

  But she’s been avoiding me somehow. I don’t know how or why or what she’s thinking, but I haven’t been able to track her down until right now.

  She spots me and freezes, like a rabbit in front of a car. I stare at her, almost angry. I think she’s going to say something to me, but instead she turns and bolts away.

  I blink. What the fuck?

  I don’t think about it. I just take off after her.

  She’s not running, but she’s walking fast. I take some long strides, gaining ground. She bolts away from me, skipping around an orderly pushing a wheelchair.

  “Watch it,” I grunt at him, sidestepping and hurrying after her.

  She turns a corner. I jog to catch up as she heads toward the elevators.

  I keep jogging. Fuck it, I don’t care what people think about me.

  “Ruby,” I say. “Wait.”

  She glances back at me, slows down, but doesn’t stop.

  “Ruby,” I say again. “Hold on.”

  I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. She wants to stop, but she’s afraid. And I don’t know why.

  Finally, I get close enough to touch her. I reach out and grab her arm, tugging her away from the hallway and the prying eyes of the fucking nurses. I pull her into an empty room, shut the door, lock it, and pull the damn curtain.