by B. B. Hamel
I sigh. “Now we’ve gotten too far off topic.”
She smiles at me, reaches across the table. I take her hand in mine and she squeezes it.
“Listen, grandpa. It’s okay. I know you’re too old to get these newfangled ideas.”
I grin viciously and lean closer. “First of all, it’s Daddy.” She blinks, a little surprised. “And second of all, you think any of this is new territory? We’ve been fighting for all this stuff for a long time.”
“Okay, okay,” she says softly, smiling back. “I get it.”
“Good. You need to learn to respect your elders.”
“How am I supposed to do that? The only elder I ever spend time with is constantly trying to get in my pants.”
I laugh and release her hand. “Can you blame me? I mean, look at you, parading it all over town.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please. I’m only parading it for you.”
I stare at her for a second. “Damn right,” I say softly, and the waitress comes over to take our orders.
She doesn’t get the double lobster, which I’m a little disappointed in. But that doesn’t matter, because the conversation continues to flow right up through dessert.
Two hours melt away. Just like the walk, it’s like time doesn’t exist, or maybe it just works differently when I’m around her.
She’s like a black hole, but instead of terror, she makes me feel nothing but excited.
It’s strange. I should be afraid of this. I mean, sitting here, having dinner with her like a normal person, it should be fucking terrifying.
This is an enormous risk for both of us.
But I think I can handle it if something goes wrong. Clara, though, I don’t know.
I’m terrified that if something bad happens, it’ll ruin her reputation. I can come back from something like this, maybe not as strong as before, but still I can come back.
Clara though, she’s so young. She’s just starting out. She doesn’t have my resources, my established friendships, any of that.
I don’t know what she’ll do if something goes wrong.
It keeps me up at night with worry. But right now, I can’t let myself succumb to it.
I pay the bill and we linger over drinks. She smiles that bright smile of hers, the one that drives me wild. I feel a thrill run in my stomach.
It’s the way she tosses her hair, the way she laughs, loud and deep. I love making her laugh. It’s intoxicating.
She cocks her head. “Ready?” she asks finally after we’re both finished with the wine.
I’m not ready. I don’t want this to end. “Ready,” I say.
We get up from the table and head toward the entrance.
And I stop in my tracks.
Standing at the entrance are three older men, graying hair, pale skin, tweed jackets. They’re each the perfect image of cliché professordom. I recognize all three: Lunden, Wilkins, and Horn.
“Just smile,” I say softly to Clara.
She frowns up at me. “What?”
“Smile,” I say again, and go to greet the professors. “Gentlemen!” I say.
The three of them turn to regard me. Clara lingers behind, smiling a big smile, like she was paid to do it.
“Turner,” Wilkins says. “How are you tonight?”
I shake their hands. “Good, good. Gentlemen, would you like to meet my best student?” I gesture at Clara and she steps forward. “This is Clara Nelson, a very promising young lady.”
“Nice to meet you,” Wilkins says awkwardly. The other two just smile and nod like morons.
“Hello, professors,” she says.
“Well, I won’t keep you any longer,” I say. “Good night.”
The men all nod and I move past them with Clara in tow. We hurry out onto the street.
“Oh my god,” Clara says, eyes wide. “I know them. I mean, I’ve seen them before.”
“Calm down,” I tell her. “It’s okay.”
“They know. I mean, how can they not? It’s so obvious.”
“Clara, it’s okay,” I say, taking her hands. “Seriously, listen to me. They have their own problems.”
“What?” She bites her lip.
“Wilkins is cheating on his wife, Horn’s been stealing from the university for years, and Lunden has so many accusations of sexual misconduct against him that I doubt he even understands what it means to have a normal relationship with a woman.”
Clara just stares at me. “Isn’t this what we were most afraid of?”
I shake my head. “No, not really. I mean, yes, but these guys…” I trail off.
“Just because they’re assholes doesn’t mean they’re going to ignore this.”
I take a breath and let it out. “Come on,” I say, walking toward the center of town.
“Where are you going? Jason, hold on.”
I get lucky. I spot a cab up ahead and practically spring to catch it, knocking on the door to get it to stop. The guy grumbles something as I hold the door for Clara.
She climbs in. I give the cabbie my address.
“Seriously, Jason,” she says.
“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her.
We sit in silence for a minute as the cabbie drives toward the address.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks finally.
“Back to my place,” I say softly. “I think it’s time I took you home.”
She looks surprised and bites her lip, but she doesn’t argue.
11
Clara
I’m buzzing with nervous energy as we step out of the cab in front of an old Victorian-style building about ten minutes from campus in a sleepy little neighborhood.
“Apartment?” I say softly.
Jason pays the fare and grins at me. “Well, house.”
“You live here?”
He nods as the cab speeds away. He walks toward the front steps and looks over his shoulder.
“You coming?”
I follow him up onto the front porch. There’s a turret-style tower to the left, with more peaks to this roof than I thought possible. It looks like the kind of house you’d read about in a fantasy novel where some kids get lost in a giant coat closet.
Or maybe a house from a horror movie.
We step in through the front door. “I figured I’d buy this place when I came here,” he says. “Believe it or not, there aren’t many apartments. Plus, I like having the space.”
Inside, it’s nothing at all like I expected. I thought it would be all dark old wood and peeling wallpaper, but instead… it’s shockingly modern.
He flicks a switch and it fills with light. The downstairs is wide open, with only a single staircase in the middle to break it up. He grins at me.
“I did some work to it, obviously,” he says.
“It’s beautiful,” I manage.
“Most of the floors are original,” he says, steering me toward the back. There’s a living room, an eating space with a big wooden table, and a beautiful new kitchen.
We stop in the kitchen and he opens a bottle of wine. “There are seven fireplaces, all original. There are some original lighting fixtures, original windows, stuff like that. I tried to keep as much of the original charm while updating the place to make it actually livable.”
“I think you did a good job.”
He laughs. “It’s easy when you have more money than you know what to do with.” He pours me a drink. “Have some.”
I take a sip. Already the memory of running into those professors is starting to fade.
But it makes no sense. I mean, the way he’s reacting to it.
Getting caught by people he works with is basically the worst-case scenario. That’s what he’s so worried about. I mean, it’s what I’m afraid of, too.
But he doesn’t seem to care about these guys, and I don’t understand why. He says they’re all corrupt assholes, but still…
“Jason,” I say after taking a big, long drink. He frowns and stops talking abou
t the house. “What are we going to do?”
He sighs and sips his wine. “Don’t worry, okay?”
“How am I supposed to do that? We just got caught.”
“Not exactly,” he says slowly. “And those guys…”
“You keep doing this. Why does it matter who caught us?”
“They can be bought.”
That stops me up short. “Bought?”
“Right. Bought.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m going to bribe the shit out of them.”
“Bribe them,” I repeat, shaking my head. “You’re insane. That’s, like, gangster movie stuff.”
“Not really,” he says. “You’d be surprised how often it happens. I mean, these guys are regional professors in a small school. They don’t make that much money. I offer them, I don’t know, half a million each to keep their mouths shut? They’ll do it.”
I stare at him, eyes wide. “How much?”
“You think a million would be better?” He frowns a little. “You’re probably right. A million always impresses people.”
“Jason!”
He blinks, surprised. “What?”
“That’s so much money!”
He hesitates a second and laughs. “Right, sorry. I’m rich as hell, remember? Throwing a few million at this problem isn’t a big deal for me.”
I shake my head, putting my glass down. “No, no way. I can’t… I won’t…”
I start to back away from him. I can feel panic starting to rise.
He’s going to pay three million dollars to keep these guys quiet, all because of me. He’s willing to do that, to lose so much money, for nothing.
Here I am, in this man’s house, all alone with him, and I’m doing this to him. I’m making him pay that much money.
I can’t let someone do that for me. I mean, I just… I can’t.
“Clara, hold on.”
I shake my head, not sure what to say. I go to turn away, but he’s faster. He steps around the island and comes to me, grabs my wrist, and pulls me against him.
I stumble up against his chest. Fear, desire, confusion, it all wars inside of me.
“Clara,” he says softly. “It’s okay. It really is.”
“I can’t let you spend that kind of money. I mean, on me? It’s crazy.”
“Clara, really. I promise… this isn’t a big deal.”
“Big deal? You’re talking about three million dollars.”
“I’m worth billions,” I say softly. “Three million… it’s a drop in the bucket.”
I stare at him, eyes wide, but I can start to see the truth.
For him, three million is like… thirty of my dollars. Just in terms of proportion. Thirty dollars would be a very mild annoyance at worst, if I had to pay someone off with that.
He’s just on a whole new level.
I bite my lip and look away. “I don’t know,” I say finally.
“I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” he asks softly. “I’m your Daddy now, remember?”
I look back at him again. His beautiful eyes stare down at me, and I see something there, something that sparks inside of me.
Possessiveness. Control. Desire.
“Yes,” I say softly. “You said that.”
“That’s right. I told you I’d make sure you’re taken care of, and I meant it. If I have to bribe some asshole professors, so what? I want you, Clara. And I get what I want.”
He kisses me then, hard enough that I can’t argue, even if I wanted to.
Truth is, I don’t want to argue. Not at all.
I want to kiss him. That’s all I ever want when I’m around him.
I let him lead me back toward the staircase. He holds my hand as we move up to the second floor. It’s a little warmer up here, and the floorboards creak as we move down the hall toward the back of the house.
We step into the master bedroom. I have to stop myself from gasping.
It’s practically half the house. There’s a huge bed, a couch, a television, basically a whole living room. There’s even a little reading area, a little library, off in the corner.
And the bed… it’s enormous, four posts, hanging canopy. Exactly the sort of thing you’d expect from a room like this.
“Come here,” he says softly, leading me toward the bed. There’s a plush rug on the floor and he stops me there, kissing me again softly. “I want you to understand something.”
“What?” I whisper, feeling dazed with excitement.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, so long as you give me whatever I want.”
I hesitate a moment, letting his words sink in.
“What do you want?” I ask him.
He steps away from me. “Undress.”
I stare, not sure if I heard him correctly. But slowly, comprehension dawns.
I take off my sweater. He watches, eyes never leaving my body. I unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor.
There’s something exciting about a man staring at you as you undress. I’ve never experienced it before, not really, not like this. He’s doing nothing but watching me, admiring my body, staring as I slowly take my clothes off.
His gaze never wavers. But I can see the hunger in his eyes.
Slowly, I take off my jeans. I bend over, feeling a little shy, a little exposed, and I take off my panties.
I stand in front of him, completely naked. His room is surprisingly warm, and my heart’s beating fast. I don’t think I could be cold right now even if I tried.
I hug myself, covering my breasts. He shakes his head. “Arms at your sides.”
I hesitate, but obey. He walks around me, admiring my body.
“This is what I want,” he says finally. “I want you naked, obeying my every whim.” He steps in front of me, hand in my hair. He holds it tight, pulls back, tips my chin up toward him. “I’m not the kind of man that holds back, Clara,” he whispers.
I feel a thrill run through my skin.
He releases my hair, steps back. “Get on your knees.”
I don’t hesitate this time. I get down onto my knees, onto the surprisingly soft rug. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting it drop open. I stare at his muscular body, eyes drinking him in hungrily.
He takes off his pants next, leaving himself in only a pair of black boxer briefs. I can see the outline of his big cock, hard and pressing against the cotton. I stare, biting my lip, hands loose at my sides.
He takes off his briefs. He holds his cock in one hand, slowly stroking himself.
I’m breathing fast now, barely able to control myself. This is one of the most erotic moments of my life, and he’s barely touched me yet. All he needs to do is look at my body, drink in my skin, show me how much he wants me, and I’m all his.
The thought is startling, but not surprising. I already knew the truth.
I’m all his.
He’s my Daddy.
I watch as he steps closer, cock in his hand still. He reaches down, takes my hair, tips my head back. He kisses my softly.
“Show me what you think of your Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.
I take his cock with both hands. I look up at him, stroking slowly at first. His eyes burn with intense desire.
I take him between my lips, sliding his cock as far as I can into my mouth. I savor his taste, sucking him slowly, licking around his tip. He groans, grabs my hair.
I slide further down. I feel myself gag. He groans, I pull back, he pushes me down. I gag again. I suck him faster, sliding my hand along his shaft. He’s so big, so intense. I can barely handle him.
I get his cock nice and wet. I don’t hold back. I can feel myself moaning, almost like it’s from some kind of distance, like my body is someone else’s. I can feel the moans escaping my chest as I suck him faster, my breasts bouncing, my hands on his big shaft.
He groans, pulls my hair, pulls his cock out. He leans over, kisses my lips. “Perfect,” he whispers. “Fucking perfect.”
I pull back as he brings m
e to my feet. I stumble back and run into his bed, eyes wide. He drops to his knees, pushing me down, pinning me there and spreading my legs wide.
I gasp as his tongue finds my pussy. He licks me, lapping me up, sliding all over my skin. I groan as he pushes two fingers deep inside of my pussy. I arch my body, writhe my hips, pleasure spreading all over, every inch of my skin.
I can barely control myself. It’s like this moment was made for me.
I grasp his hair, hold it tight. He fucks my pussy with his fingers, licking my clit, eating me up. I roll my hips, pleasure rocking through my skin.
He pulls back, stands up, and kisses me. I sit up, pressing my body against his, taking his cock in my hand. I stroke him fast, needing it badly, losing myself to desire.
He groans softly. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that, Clara?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
He groans, pulls my hair. I gasp as he kisses my back, my breasts. He bites a nipple, teases me, pulls me up to my feet.
I groan as he turns me around, pushes me down again.
“That’s right, you’ll be whatever I want,” he says. He spanks my ass, nice and hard. “You’ll do whatever I want. Give me whatever I want. Because you know what’s good for you.”
“What’s good for me, Daddy?”
“Me,” he says, eyes wicked and intense.
He spanks me again before grabbing my ass and spreading it wide. He drops down, licks me top to bottom, before teasing my pussy with his cock.
I groan as he sinks himself inside of me. I look over my shoulder, staring at him like I can barely handle his size. Truth is, I barely can, even after feeling it already.
He slowly strokes in and out of me, but I’m not patient enough for that. I start to move my hips, riding back and forth along his length. He grunts, slaps my ass, squeezes it. I’m going to have a bruise and that only makes me feel more excited.
He starts to fuck me harder, holding onto my hips. He grabs my hair in one fist, pulling it back, hip in his other palm. He grips my waist, holds me there, pins me down and fucks me.
It’s like I’m his, completely and utterly. All I have to do is give myself up to him, let him fuck me however he wants, and I’ll get the pleasure I so desperately need.