Beast Daddy: Once Upon A Daddy

by Callahan, Kelli

  “Like, from the Bible?” She blinked in surprise.

  “Yes. The legend says he was on an excursion when he met his untimely fate courtesy of Daniel’s sling.” I shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s true, or if someone just thought it sounded good.”

  “Probably hard to verify…” she laughed. “Wow, so I lost my virginity to a descendant of someone from the Bible. I bet most people can’t say that…”

  “Actually, I’m pretty sure they can.” I grabbed two teacups and put them on the counter. “Adam and Eve?”

  “Oh… that’s true.” She raised an eyebrow. “Still, that’s a convoluted connection.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t find more information about Ruilan on the Internet. My father thought technology was the future, and he heavily invested in the infrastructure of Ruilan. When I left, they were working on a royal archive and scanning all of the books in the Rosemont library so they could be shared with the world.” I picked up the teapot and brought it over to the counter so I could start filling our cups. “They were talking about a New Renaissance…”

  “No.” She shook her head back and forth. “I didn’t see anything like that. Maybe I didn’t know where to look. Do you have a computer? We could check?”

  “Nah, it’s not important.” I shrugged and reached for my tea. “I left that life behind.”

  Who knows what happened when my brother took the throne.

  “You aren’t curious? You don’t even want to know if your parents are even still alive?” Anabelle picked up her tea and took a sip.

  “Family relationships don’t mean much in Ruilan, especially within the royal family. I rarely saw my parents unless I was attending court. As soon as I was born, I was turned over to a wet nurse. I started my training and education as soon as I could walk.” I took a sip of tea. “I can count on one hand the number of conversations I had with my father, and I had even less with my mother.”

  “Damn…” She blinked in surprise.

  “It’s for the best, really. A king has to rule the people and handle the kingdom’s affairs. They don’t have time for their family. Some will spend more time with their younger children after they give up the throne when their eldest son reaches twenty-two, and some just retire to the countryside—with harlots instead of their wife.” I chuckled under my breath. “That’s what my grandfather did.”

  “He just abandoned your grandmother?” Anabelle’s head snapped back. “That’s awful!”

  “Oh, my grandmother was far from abandoned. She had her own harem of young men to tend to her every need. I think she was glad to be on her own.” I shook my head and laughed. “Like I said, things are just different in Ruilan.”

  “It certainly sounds like it…” Anabelle took another sip of her tea.

  We finished our tea and went to the library for a little while so Anabelle could pick up where she left off with the cleaning, and I offered to help so that we could spend some time together. We barely got one book off the shelf before Anabelle’s gorgeous curves were too much for me to resist, and I had to have a taste of those perfectly pouty lips. I kissed her until both of our knees were weak, and she was leaning against the desk. My fingers moved to the front of her jeans and started to unfasten them. I pushed my hand past the denim and her panties, finding the wetness between her legs that I got to devour the night before. I started rubbing her clit while she gasped and kissed the side of my neck.

  “Are we going to get any work today?” She leaned against the desk and moaned. “Not that I’m complaining…”

  “No, I don’t think we are.” I moved my finger to her wetness and rubbed her pussy. “The only place I want you is upstairs in my bed so I can have these gorgeous curves at my disposal for the rest of the day.”

  “You can’t keep paying me to work here if this is what you expect…” Another moan followed her words when my finger moved back to her clit. “I’m not a harlot.”

  “No, you’re not.” I grabbed the waist of her jeans with my other hand and started sliding them down—her panties caught in the denim, so they slid off her hips as well. “You’re officially off the clock.”

  “Okay.” She exhaled sharply and used her feet to remove her jeans. “Then I guess you can take me upstairs…”

  “We’ll get there.” I turned her around and pushed her down against the desk. “But not yet…”

  I wanted her too much to wait until we got upstairs, and I wanted to see how she reacted to something that was a little more forceful. I could tell by her moan and the way her back arched that she liked it. I held her against the desk, got my pants around my knees, and guided my cock towards her pussy. I was still learning her body, and I sensed that she was rather submissive, but I needed to find out how much dominance she craved without taking things too far. She didn’t know how to ask for it, but I could teach her. I had long since lost touch with the dominant man that I used to be, but those tendencies came back fairly quickly once the man overpowered the beast. If she wanted to be my naughty girl, then I had no problem being her Daddy.

  “Do you want this?” I rubbed the head of my cock against her wetness and then started teasing her clit with it.

  “Yes…” she moaned and nodded.

  “How bad?” I moved it against her pussy lips without pushing it in.

  “Really bad…” She moved her hips, and I matched her motions so that she couldn’t get what she wanted—yet.

  “Did you like the way I made you come when I fucked you last night?” I squeezed the back of her neck.

  “Do you even have to ask?” she moaned and sighed.

  “I want to hear you say it.” I rubbed her clit with the head of my cock again.

  “I liked it…” She nodded quickly.

  “Enough to beg for me to fuck you again.” I slid my cock back to the entrance of my pussy.

  “Please…” She pursed her lips and blew. “Please fuck me again…”

  “Does it turn you on when I make you beg?” I leaned forward and kissed the back of her shoulder.

  “It—does.” She nodded and moaned.

  “Do you want to be a naughty girl for your Daddy?” I watched her reaction—a slight smile formed on the edge of her lips, and I felt her whole body tremble.

  “Very naughty…” She moved her hips again. “Please—I want it.”

  I slid my cock back to the entrance of her pussy, and she was so wet that she was practically dripping with anticipation. Her begging and calling me Daddy made my cock throb before it was even inside of her pretty pussy. I started to push it inside, and the only resistance was her tightness. I knew it wouldn’t hurt as much as it did the night before, but I still had to be gentle until she was used to it. Her pussy adjusted to my cock a lot faster than it did the night before, especially when I went deeper. After a few thrusts, she was ready for every inch of my length. She may have been a virgin the first time I took her into my bed, but after tasting the pleasure that came when the pain faded, her body knew exactly what it had to do in order to get it again.

  “That feels so good…” She grabbed the side of the desk and moaned.

  I felt Anabelle’s pussy clench every time I squeezed the back of her neck or gave her a few thrusts that were hard enough to drive her thighs into the edge of the desk. She definitely liked it when the passion was a little rough. I didn’t know how deep those desires truly went and it had been so long since I had been in touch with that side of myself, that I wasn’t sure what I truly liked anymore. Perhaps there was a piece of the beast still inside me—a primal side that wasn’t eradicated when Anabelle pulled me out of the darkness. I certainly liked feeling her body react—hearing every gasp and every moan. Anabelle was mine, and I was never going to let her go. I didn’t care if it was fate, destiny, or circumstance. When she walked into a beast’s lair and begged for the man to show himself—she was going to get both.

  “Are you going to come for your Daddy?” I drove my cock into her pussy several times with quick
powerful thrusts that made the desk protest.

  “Yes! Oh fuck…” Her hips jerked, and her body shook.

  She was close. I wasn’t there yet. I held her down against the desk and hammered my cock into her g-spot. My reward was euphoric spasms that massaged my cock once her orgasm began. That was just the first of many for her. I was enjoying it far too much to rush. I could feel my balls tightening up. I wanted the sweet release that her pussy could bring, especially after having a taste of that paradise for the entirety of the previous night, but I held back. I shifted my thrusts so that I could keep her orgasm peaking without giving in to my own. As soon as the first orgasm started to fade, I forced another one to the surface. I had already learned how to bend her body to my will—which thrusts would send her over the edge—and which ones would knock the breath out of her body while she screamed for more.

  “Your sweet pussy belongs to me.” I leaned forward until my lips were against her ear. “You are mine!”

  “Don’t stop, Daddy—please don’t stop!” She shook as another orgasm ripped through her soul.

  “Then come for me…” I leaned up and hammered her pussy as hard as I could.

  That word—a word that no other woman had ever said to me—a word that I never realized could make my dick throb—was better than any beautiful song. My balls got so tight that I couldn’t keep going any longer. I tangled a hand up in her hair and pulled it as I drove my cock deep into her pussy. Her orgasm was my reward, and then I felt cum surging through my shaft. It was primal and raw—and the best feeling in the world. My seed flooded her pussy. Her spasms milked every last drop out of my balls. The thrusts didn’t stop until her orgasm finally subsided. My knees were weak, and my head was spinning, but I still wanted more. I fell forward against her back and kissed her neck as the thrusts started again.

  “You’re not done?” She exhaled sharply.

  “No.” I gave her a few harder thrusts. “Not even close.”

  I’m not sure a lifetime is long enough…

  * * *

  Several hours later

  Anabelle and I finally made it upstairs to the bedroom after we chased our desires several times while she was bent over the desk. She was weary and weak when I carried her to my bed, but her body still reacted to my touch. I had a lot more stamina than I had in my youth, or perhaps it was the result of being a caged animal for so long that I didn’t remember how to stop when my muscles begged to give out. Anabelle made me feel alive. My honey haired beauty was a breath of fresh air, a chance at redemption, and so much more. She helped me find life when I thought I was dead, and I was going to fight to keep that with every ounce of my being. She took my heart, and I wanted to give her everything I had left.

  “That was one hell of a way to spend the day.” Hannah smiled and stretched her arms as she sat up in bed.

  “Was it better than working?” I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Or watching movies?”

  “Better than both by a landslide.” She laughed under her breath and then sank into my embrace.

  “Maybe we’ll have to do it again tomorrow.” I smiled. “The day after too…”

  “I definitely won’t complain.” Her head fell against my shoulder. “I love being here with you.”

  “I love having you here.” I exhaled sharply.

  We stayed tangled in an embrace for a little longer, but we were both famished, so we had to take a break and get something to eat. We squeezed in a movie on the couch before it was time for her to go, but I barely paid attention to the television screen. My eyes were on my beauty—the girl that had saved me from my darkness. I did love having her there with me, and I didn’t want her to go when the time finally came. I didn’t want to sleep alone. I wanted her in my arms—in my bed—it was where she belonged. That time would come when the moment was right, but I didn’t want to rush it until she was ready. I would be essentially asking her to join me in my prison and give up the outside world for one that belonged to the two of us.

  It was easy for me to walk into that prison and slam the door—it was necessary, and it allowed me to succumb to the beast that coped with loss by giving in to damnation. The woman I married understood the necessity of the prison and was willing to make that sacrifice, but we never made it there—we lingered in the outside world too long when the risks were too great, and we paid the price. We tried to have a normal life as long as possible before we accepted our solitude, and we lived with the fear of my past catching up with us, only to be blindsided by a speeding car on what should have been the happiest day of our lives.

  I won’t risk either version of fate’s cruel hand this time.

  Thirteen

  Anabelle

  One week later

  Adam had to meet with Jon to take care of some financial business, and while he said I could stop by if I wanted, I decided to take the opportunity to have lunch with Violet. I spent every single day at his house, even the weekends when I technically didn’t have to work, so it had been a while since I had been able to see my best friend. We still kept in touch when we could, but our lives were going in different directions.

  “There you are!” Violet hopped up and extended her arms as soon as I walked over to her table. “I thought you were going to stand me up!”

  “No, I’m sorry.” I met her embrace, and we hugged. “I always end up running late because of my evil little foster sisters.”

  “Damn, those two need to get a life.” She shook her head back and forth as she sat back down.

  “I think messing with me is their life.” I sat down across from her. “My new foster parents keep promising that they’re going to get them under control, but it hasn’t happened yet.”

  “What the hell did they do before you moved in?” She raised an eyebrow.

  “Honestly? I don’t know. They probably sat around all day plotting what they were going to do when they finally had someone to torment—they’re way too good at it to just come up with everything on the spot.” I rolled my eyes. “Alright, what are we eating?”

  “It’s your treat—so…” Violet grabbed the menu. “What’s the most expensive thing on here…”

  “Pick whatever you want.” I smiled and nodded. “How are things going with your new job?”

  “Not too bad.” She shrugged. “I’m just waiting tables full-time until it’s time for fall classes to start—then I’ll cut back some.”

  “I still can’t believe you’re going to college.” I leaned back and stared at my menu. “You hated school…”

  “Yeah, but my foster parents were generous enough to help me get a car, so I’m trying to stay on their good side until my new expiration date.” She sighed. “Hopefully I can save up enough money in the interim to be in a much better position when it finally comes.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure you will be.” I nodded

  “What about you? If you get tired of boring office work at that law firm, I can probably see if my boss will give you a job at the restaurant. It seems like someone quits every week…” She lifted her head to look at me. “I hear lawyers can be real assholes sometimes.”

  “The law firm isn’t bad.” I shook my head back and forth.

  Not that I’ve ever seen the inside of it—nor am I doing much actual work…

  “I guess things worked out well for the both of us—much better than they would have if we ended up in prison.” She chuckled under her breath.

  “Yeah…” I nodded aimlessly.

  Violet and I ate while we caught up on the various aspects of our life that we hadn’t discussed when we got a chance to talk over Facebook Messenger. I missed being able to see her every day and the long conversations we used to have late into the night when our foster parents went to bed. Our lives had definitely moved on, and while we were once two girls desperate enough to resort to criminal behavior to get the future we thought we deserved, we had grown up fast after flirting with actual danger.

  The expiration date we feared wasn�
�t as awful as we thought, and we had both been extremely lucky. Our attempt to rob the gas station could have gone horribly wrong, and if Violet had been there when I robbed Adam’s mansion, there’s a good chance we would have actually tried to sell the stuff we stole. I would have never gotten to meet the man who stole my heart, and I wouldn’t have traded what we had for all the money in the world.

  “Dessert?” Violet put down her fork and looked over at the menu with a grin on her face.

  “Sure, why not.” I nodded and grabbed my menu.

  “When are you going to get a cell phone?” Violet opened her menu and looked up at me. “I hate having to wait for you to respond to my Facebook messages…”

  “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I’ve never had one, so it hasn’t crossed my mind.”

  “That was the first thing I did when I got a job.” She looked down at the menu. “How am I going to give some hot guy my number if I don’t have one?”

  “True…” I nodded.

  That isn’t a concern for me. The guy who stole my heart doesn’t really send text messages…

  We decided to split a piece of chocolate fudge cake that was smothered in vanilla ice cream. It had been so long since I had chocolate or ice cream that it was practically nirvana in my mouth. I thought about what she said and decided that getting a cell phone wasn’t a bad idea. She was the only person that I would really be able to call—unless I got a second one for Adam. I could certainly afford it. The checks kept coming every week, even though I wasn’t doing much to earn the money when I was at Adam’s house. There were days when I barely spent five minutes on the clock before my work day was officially over—and I never had any complaints about clocking out.