Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “We got a letter, sir.”

  “Dispense with the ‘sir’ shit for one night, will you?”

  He ignored me, like he always did, and produced a letter. I took it from him and slowly skimmed it as he spoke.

  “Basic threatening letter, sir. We don’t usually bother you with them since we get maybe one or two every week and they never pan out. This one is different.”

  “It’s specific,” I said, noticing right away.

  “That’s right. It’s very specific.”

  The letter said that basically they were going to bomb my office if I didn’t step down from Valor Tech. They said I had a week before the bombing would happen.

  I saw a few of the crazy letters back before I hired Cox full-time. They were usually much more general about their threats. Normally it was along the lines of, “I’m going to kill you with a tire iron, you cock sucking faggot” and “Go fuck yourself, you cunt bitch, I’ll cut your throat and dance on your grave.”

  People that write these letters aren’t really very nice, but they were harmless. Usually, at least. Cox checked them out if they left a name and a return address, and normally they were just disgruntled rednecks looking to blame someone else for their problems. Sometimes, though, they were seriously deranged, and Cox would keep an eye on those people.

  “What should we do about this?” I asked him.

  “I’m passing it along to a buddy of mine in the force, sir,” he said. “Hopefully he can help.”

  “You think the cops can do something you can’t?”

  “Maybe.” He shrugged and didn’t look convinced. “I would avoid your office on this day, just to be safe.”

  I smiled at him, handing him back the letter and standing. “Cox, I can’t let a bunch of crazy assholes dictate how I live my life.”

  “Whatever you say, sir.”

  “Good night. Thanks for showing me this.”

  “Of course.”

  I nodded and left, suddenly feeling exhausted. I’d been working on a heuristic problem around how my little AI drone was going to identify humans when I decided to see Emily. Now, I was well and truly exhausted, and realized that I wasn’t going to get any more work done.

  I headed back to my wing of the house. The place was unusually quiet, since there weren’t as many guests in the house at the moment. I didn’t want to risk anything with some strangers catching me and Evelyn sleeping in separate rooms or some shit, so I figured we could empty the place out for a couple months. The house felt empty, though, which was strange.

  As I got to my wing and walked down the hall, I slowed when I got to Evelyn’s room. Her door was slightly ajar and I heard her television still on. I knocked softly.

  “Come in,” she called out.

  I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. Evelyn smiled. “Husband,” she said.

  “Wife.” I grinned and sat in an armchair at the side of the room. Evelyn was wearing glasses and reading some trashy romance novel by Willow Winters, her hair pinned up. She was an attractive woman, despite being older than I normally dated, but there was no real connection there. We were friends, or at least as close to friends as I really got.

  “You’re up late, old lady,” I said.

  She laughed. “Couldn’t sleep. This place is just too big.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “How do you live in here?”

  “I fill it with people, usually.”

  “Hm. Makes sense.” She took her glasses off and frowned at me. “What’s the matter with you?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing. We got some threatening letter that worried Cox. And I was spending some quality time with my daughter.”

  “Stop calling her your daughter,” Evelyn said. “And I’m sure Cox can handle the letter.”

  “He will. I’m more worried about Emily.”

  She raised an eyebrow, looking at me. “If I didn’t know better, it would almost sound like you were looking for my permission to sleep with my daughter.”

  I laughed deeply, surprised all over again at how funny Evelyn could be. “No, not at all. I don’t need your permission for that.”

  “Oh, yes, you do, Carter.”

  “I’m not worried about that anyway. She still dislikes me.”

  “I’m not sure she does.”

  “Have you seen the way she looks at me?”

  “I have.” She pursed her lips. “I don’t think it’s dislike.”

  “Hmm,” I said, smiling at her. “So I have a chance?”

  “Carter.”

  “Okay, I know. Stay away from the forbidden fruit.”

  “It’s not just forbidden because of our situation. I also don’t want you getting involved.”

  “Why not? I’m a perfect gentleman.”

  “We both know you aren’t.”

  “Okay, fine. I’m better than some guys, though.”

  “Sure,” she said, smiling finally. “You’re better than some guys.”

  “High praise, coming from you.”

  She laughed, finally loosening up. “Listen, this isn’t easy on her. I’ve never really done anything like this, and I think it’s coming as a surprise. So please, be easy on her.”

  “Aye, aye, Evie, dear,” I said. “I’ll go nice and easy.”

  She sighed. “Good night, Carter.”

  “Night, wife.” I stood and blew her a kiss then shut her bedroom door behind me.

  I smiled all the way down the hall to my room. Evelyn just confirmed my suspicions, that Emily wanted me maybe as much as I wanted her, but that wasn’t necessarily good.

  If anything, it made things much, much fucking harder.

  7

  Emily

  I did a lazy backstroke, trying not to think about Carter, and failing miserably.

  It was another gorgeous California summer afternoon, and the water felt great. I was trying to entertain myself without resorting to fantasizing about Carter, but I was failing miserably.

  I kept thinking about that night in his music room. I saw a new side of him that I never expected to see. Carter didn’t strike me as the kind of man to enjoy a large music selection let alone the type to talk knowledgeably about it. That was a side of him that I wanted to see more of, but he quickly let that side disappear when we sat on the couch.

  Truth was, I liked his other side, too. I liked that dominant and intense side almost as much as I liked that softer aspect. He was a strong man who got what he wanted and didn’t seem apologetic about that at all. It got him into trouble a fair bit, but that was to be expected with a man like him.

  Still, it was dangerous to get anywhere near Carter Green. He was my fake stepfather in this insane scheme my mother decided to get involved with, and that was that. I didn’t know what the heck she was thinking, but it was too late for that now.

  My mother was a rational, normal person. She worked hard to give me a decent life, and I loved her endlessly for that. This thing with Carter was so far outside of the norm for her that I almost didn’t recognize hr. A get-rich-quick scheme was basically the opposite of what she taught me.

  Mom instilled one thing in me above all else: hard work paid off. I believed her, even as a little girl, and I strove to work as hard as she worked. That was probably impossible, since my mother was tireless, but I still tried anyway. She put aside a lot of her own personal life for me, and I knew that I had to find a way to repay her down the line.

  Maybe this was my chance to repay her. As much as I didn’t want anything to do with Carter, I knew that I had to suck it up and do this for her. This was as much her situation as it was his, though having that prototype phone did make the stakes a bit lower.

  It was hard to figure out what the right thing was. I knew that I wasn’t going to tell on them or anything crazy like that, since being disloyal to my mom seemed like the worst thing imaginable for me to do, but I wasn’t ever going to be happy with having Carter around all the time.

  Still, I could get used t
o staring at his shirtless body, covered in sweat . . .

  I climbed out of the pool an hour later, tired from swimming laps, but still surprisingly frustrated.

  I toweled off and headed inside. I had a convenient little entrance on the side of my wing that led right up into my living area, and so I didn’t see a single person on my way back. It was almost like I lived in the enormous house all alone.

  I headed up the steps and into my apartment, squeezing my hair off into a towel. I tossed it into the little laundry room and headed into my bedroom, not paying much attention to what I was doing, whistling a little song.

  Before I could leave and head into the bathroom for a shower, a box caught my eye. I looked at it and stopped in my tracks. On my bed was a gift, wrapped in black wrapping paper with a white bow. I slowly walked over to it, not sure what the hell it was doing there.

  I picked it up but there was no card. I pulled open the string, removed the bow, and tore open the paper. The box was plain and white. I lifted off the lid, my heart beating fast, and found a card on top of some tissue paper.

  I opened it up and read, excitement pooling between my legs. For when you want to call me Daddy. – C

  I bit my lip and opened the tissue paper. Inside was black lingerie, a one-piece lacy thing that wouldn’t leave very much to the imagination. I stared at it, totally appalled at his audacity, and almost threw it across the room.

  Anger built up inside me. That asshole thought he could just send me lingerie whenever he wanted to. Just because he was rich, didn’t mean he could do whatever he wanted. I wanted to tear it up and destroy it, but before I let myself give in to that, I noticed something else that I totally overlooked when I first took out the lingerie.

  It was a pair of handcuffs.

  I stared at them for a second before bursting out in laughter. They were pink and fuzzy, the sort of things you saw in the movies, and couldn’t have been meant for anything but a joke. I laughed and felt the tension completely leave me as I tossed the lingerie back into the box.

  As I turned to head into the bathroom, an insane idea hit me. I went and grabbed that prototype phone, scrolling through the apps, and found Snapchat. Sure enough, Carter’s profile was in there, ready for me.

  Smiling a huge, devilish smile, I grabbed the lingerie, pulled up Snapchat, and headed into the bathroom.

  He wanted to mess with me? Fine, he could mess with me all he wanted. But I wasn’t going to sit back and just take it. I was going to strike back and show that arrogant bastard what I was made of.

  8

  Carter

  It was a morning like every other morning as I went into my office to go through my emails. I had to respond to the ambassador from Kenya soon about my clean water initiative, and there were shareholders that wanted more information about upcoming product launches. Sometimes, I wondered why the hell I wanted to be more involved with my company, but I knew the answer to that.

  I wasn’t the kind of man to step down. I liked control and I needed to be the one steering the ship at my own company. Maybe I hired great CEOs to help with the business stuff, but at the end of the day I was the founder and everything came through me. There were plenty of tech founders that didn’t want much to do with the day-to-day business operations, but I wasn’t that kind of guy. I couldn’t just step aside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in my nature.

  It was late afternoon by the time I finally surfaced from my work, surprised that the day had slipped by. I missed lunch, of course, which was a big surprise. I sighed, rubbing my temples, and took my phone from my desk drawer where I had it turned off. I powered it back up and scrolled through my messages.

  There were the usual texts from work associates, most of them not worth responding to. I was about to put my phone away when I noticed that I had a Snapchat from someone. I opened the app and went to look at my Snaps.

  It was from Emily. A smile spread across my face. It was probably going to be a picture of her flipping me off and burning that little joke present I left for her, but that was okay. I wanted her to know that I could give her things if she wanted them, things she never imagined. And not just objects, either. I knew that I could work her body like she’d never felt before. She was used to idiot college guys, but I was older and way more experienced than them. They probably came in ten seconds after feeling her tight silky cunt wrapped around their little baby cocks. I could show her how a real man fucks, all she had to do was give in to me.

  I opened the snap and stared, wide-eyed at what I saw. The timer was set to ten seconds, and so I had ten seconds to stare.

  It was Emily wearing the lingerie I bought for her, handcuffs dangling from her one wrist. She looked perfect, fucking gorgeous. The lacy one-piece clung to her body, barely covering her full breasts. My cock was instantly hard as I stared at her thick lips, her perfect tits, her pussy barely covered by the lace.

  “Fuck,” I said out loud as the image disappeared.

  I leaned back in my chair, stunned, desire ringing through me. I stood, not able to help myself, and went across my office and into my private bathroom. I slammed the door shut, locked it, and sat down on the toilet lid. I took out my hard cock, spit in my hand, and began to stroke myself.

  I couldn’t help myself. I needed release and I needed it right away while that image was still fresh in my mind. I shut my eyes, stroking my thick cock, thinking about Emily.

  She lay there handcuffed to the bed, her gorgeous eyes staring at my hard cock, her mouth hanging open.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, playing coy.

  “You know what you’re going to get.”

  “Carter,” she half-moans, half-begs.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She obeyed, opening them wide. I got onto my hands and knees and crawled up the bed until my mouth was on her inner thighs, slowly kissing my way up. Her skin was soft and tasted perfect as she let out these gorgeous, sexy moans.

  I pushed the lingerie aside and began to suck her clit, licking and lapping up her juices. She’s absolutely dripping wet as she moaned loudly. I felt her shaking against her restraints, but she didn’t seem to mind it one bit as my tongue pressed inside of her.

  I licked and sucked her delicious pussy until she was moaning loudly, head thrown back. When she was close and I could practically feel her about to come, I stood up and took her hair, pressing my cock down her throat.

  It slid into her mouth easily as she began to suck me. Her arms were above her head, bound to the top of the headboard with the handcuffs, but that didn’t slow her down. She sucked my cock wildly, hair flying all around. I pressed her deep, feeling my cock gag her, but she didn’t pull back. She gobbled me up, clearly loving it. I finally pulled her back and she looked up at me, eyes wide.

  “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please.”

  I couldn’t ignore that. I released her handcuffs, spun her around, and re-cuffed her to the bed so that her ass was up in the air. She gripped the top of the headboard as I pressed myself deep inside of her.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Carter.”

  I began to fuck her wildly, rough and deep, and her moans got louder. Her pussy felt amazing, tight and slick and incredible as I slapped her ass. I wanted to dominate her, destroy her, fuck that pussy like it had never been fucked before. She took every inch of me and begged for more, and I gave it to her.

  I could feel my orgasm building as her moans got wilder. She looked back over her shoulder, her gorgeous face flushed with desire, and that pushed me over the edge.

  I came hard into some tissues, head tipped back, groaning. The image of Emily in that lingerie was burned into my retinas as slowly my orgasm ended and I cleaned up.

  Despite jerking off to a fantasy of fucking her, I found that I still wanted her. I couldn’t believe it, but my blood was still ringing with Emily and her gorgeous body. I wanted more, needed fucking more.

  When I got back out into my office, I grabbed my phone and sent her a te
xt.

  “I’ll be home late, but I expect you to be wearing that when I get there.”

  I leaned back, content to wait, but she responded right away.

  “Maybe if you’re good.”

  I laughed out loud, shaking my head. I didn’t know where this girl had come from, but she was pushing every single one of my fucking buttons. I wanted to rush back home immediately and take what I needed, but I had more work to finish up. I couldn’t ignore my responsibilities just because I wanted to fuck my gorgeous goddamn stepdaughter.

  I put my phone away, taking deep breaths, calming myself. I went back to work, trying not to let myself get too distracted by thoughts of her.

  It was around eight by the time I finally left the office. I got into my car and had my driver head right home, instructing him to break some damn laws if he had to, but to get me there as soon as possible.

  I stared out the window, trying to decide what I cared about more, feeling Emily’s tight pussy or following through with this plan I hatched with her mother.

  The whole stepfather and stepdaughter thing didn’t mean anything to me. We weren’t really related at all and there was no weird father-daughter power dynamic there. Sure, I was older, but I didn’t really feel that much older than her. She wasn’t like any of the women I’d been with before, although she was probably the youngest girl I’d been interested in for some time.

  None of that mattered to me. All that mattered was Emily and my insane and intense attraction to her. Maybe it wasn’t rational or smart, but it couldn’t be denied. I wanted to fuck her, take her, dominate her, and leave her dripping wet on the floor begging for more.

  When the driver got back to the house, I quickly got out and walked inside. My heart was beating fast in my chest and I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins. That was unusual, since I didn’t normally have this kind of reaction to fucking an attractive woman, but apparently my body was on edge and anticipating everything she had for me.

  I walked through the main lobby and headed toward her wing. Once, I was there, I knocked on her door.