Daddy In Charge_A Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  Each step away from him made my heart heavier in my chest. Like a lead weight pulling me down. I know we aren’t good together. What we have isn’t safe. What we have is too intense. It could pull me deep in and spit me out because I don’t think I’m strong enough to withstand it.

  His love is so intense. And, deep down, I know my love is just as intense. I couldn’t leave him. No matter what I might say or do. I promised to be with him in the good times and the bad. I just… I have to convince him to stay out of the bad times from now on. Not just for him. But for my sake as well. I need to make this a better world for our son or our daughter to grow up in.

  A better world where we can be together. Where we can be happy and not have to look behind our shoulders for the big bad wolf to come and ruin everything that the two of us made together. Everything beautiful and special.

  When I returned to him, I saw his face pressed into a pillow as he cried. He cried for me because he loves me so deeply. Because he knows he needs me.

  I used to think of the two of us together like a synced mixtape. And I just realized something, he’s been putting his everything into jiving with my worldview. Maybe I should put a little effort into staying with his.

  “Damian.” He stopped crying at the sound of my soft voice.

  He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands roughly. “Is there something you need before you leave?” His voice was raspy and filled with his hurt. Yet still, that same tenderness I fell in love with all those months was right there.

  My heart broke for him a little bit more.

  How could I ever think I could leave this man?

  I threw my arms around him. “Damian. Damian. Damian.” I mumbled against his chest. “I love you. I love you too much to leave you. I know I should. But I can’t. Please, take me back. We can work this out! I’m sure of it.”

  “How?” His voice was vulnerable as he asked the question, his arms wrapping around me… not affectionately. He held me possessively. As if he was afraid if his arms left me for even a moment, I will be gone. “How can you stand to look at me, knowing the truth?”

  I actually laughed at that. The laugh was harsh, tears filling my eyes. No wonder he always goes on and on about how amazing I am. How perfect and fascinating I am and how in awe of me he is. He doesn’t see himself as worthy of my love.

  How wrong can one person be?

  “Compromise.” I breathed, my voice cracking and raspy. “Like every other problem in a relationship. We’ll get through this. Together. I promise.”

  He barked out a laugh. “Right. Like this is just a normal relationship problem.” It was sarcastic and rude, and the arch of his eyebrows was infuriating.

  “Well, every relationship has its own problems. Even Lola knows that.” I rubbed my belly affectionately. I loved her so much, even if she was a pain in my ass and every other part of my body right now.

  He snorted with laughter. “Why are you so sure our child is a girl? And even if she was a girl… Lola? Really?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with the name Lola!” I snapped. “What would you name her?”

  “Serenity. Because she and her mother bring me a peace the likes of which I never truly considered I could ever achieve.” He declared without a second of hesitation.

  “…” I blushed a dark red. This smooth asshole knows exactly what he was doing. God damn it.

  “Besides,” He said airily, knowing I wouldn’t be able to reply. “It’s going be a boy. He will be beautiful and his name will be Damian Holt the Second.” He said it as if it brokered no argument.

  I snorted. “Nope.”

  “Nope, what?” He pouted.

  “It’s not a boy, first of all.” I declared as if I was sure. I didn’t ask for the sex during my ultrasound. “Secondly, and most importantly, that is the worst name I have ever heard.”

  He gasped in pseudo-offense. “How dare you. My name is beautiful.”

  Snickering, I stuck my tongue out at him.

  “Real mature.” He teased playfully. “And what makes you so sure it’s a girl in the first place?”

  “Call it woman’s intuition.” I declared.

  “I’m just going to call it bullshit.” He snarked back.

  I scowled at him and this dumb argument continued on. All I could think of was, this is what home is like.

  My home.

  Our home.

  Chapter 16: Epilogue

  It has been almost three years since that fateful day when I went against my better judgment and followed my heart. Hell, I guess that’s what I’ve been doing my entire life.

  If I didn’t always go after what I wanted despite the consequences, I would never have met Damian. The greatest man I’ve ever known. And I would never have given birth to the most beautiful thing in the world, my son, Jonathan. He was two, and the smartest little monster I’ve ever seen.

  That’s right, it was a little boy. I just remember exactly how smug Damian was for the next six months after Jonathan’s birth. Though that could be from how happy he is to have his family than being right. He does love being right. He still brings it up every single time we have the slightest argument.

  That he was right and I gave birth to a bouncing baby boy instead of a beautiful baby girl. Jonathan was a name picked on a whim. Especially because I could not allow our son to be named Damian the Second.

  He already takes after his father way too much.

  Little spoiled brat already read his own bedtime stories and whined whenever he didn’t get his way. To be fair, that’s almost entirely my own fault. I just want my baby to be happy all the time. The happiest life anyone could offer him. That’s all I wanted for him. I have this bad habit of always giving him what he wants while Damian tries to be the stern father. Keyword right there is tried. Damian isn’t great at saying no to him either.

  He blames me. Says it’s my puppy dog eyes that he inherited.

  Nobody could really say no to him. He has his father’s twinkling eyes – though his were more periwinkle than sapphire- and an unruly mop of untamable black hair. Shiny raven locks that seemed to fall haphazardly yet beautifully. He also somehow possessed charming smile and the sweetest little voice I’ve ever heard.

  “Our son is asleep.” My husband’s sultry voice purred in my ear, making shivers crawl up my back. I contented myself with the fact that nobody could resist him. It isn’t just me. I’m not just weak willed.

  Don’t look at me like that! I’m not!

  “You didn’t let me kiss him goodnight.” I tried to seem upset, ignoring the bright pink hue to my cheeks, and hoping he did too as he began to nibble and suck on the sensitive shell of my ear.

  The puffs of breath that hit my ear from his snicker told me that he was not oblivious to my reaction to him and he was enjoying this. This prick. “I’m so sorry, My Love.” His tone told me that he was actually not sorry at all if I didn’t get it from the snicker or his smarmy grin. That bastard. “I have something else you can kiss goodnight if you wish?”

  My head snapped in his direction so quickly I could practically hear it protest. Sure enough, his pink lips were curled into a perverse grin that made me feel dirty. Well, dirtier. He wriggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

  “Naughty boy.” I played along, sending him an answering smirk.

  “Are you going to punish me?” His lip stuck out in a pout, but I could just tell he loved the idea. He wanted me to punish him. His eyes were lit up in intrigue and he gave me this sultry smirk.

  “Take your queen to the bedroom,” I ordered him, watching as his eyes lit up with mirth as he picked me up bridal-style.

  “Your wish is my command, My Lady.” He purred, and I reveled in the gentle way he held me. In the soothing tone of his voice, deep and yet, still melodic. The pet name was flattering, and it was somehow the least attractive part of his statement.

  So, he’s like… a sex genie now? I’m completely down with that. There’s nothing about that idea that
I’m against.

  He carried me to our bedroom and deposited me on the bed. It’s so much better now. He gave up a life of crime for me. Not that… not that what he’s doing is not morally dubious. But it doesn’t put us in direct sight of the cops and we are not in trouble. After all, blood diamonds aren’t a concept people concern themselves with too much.

  If trading is a drug lord for being a… diamond lord? If it keeps our family safe, I’ve found that I don’t care what happens. I can’t stay away from Damian; he is too big a part of my life.

  I don’t remember how I existed without the ball of passion and beauty that sparks to life behind my eyelids every time I think of him, but I doubt I’ll be able to exist without it. Even if we were poor, old, and ugly, I would still want him more than anything else.

  He laid me down on the bed. “I want to be in control today!” I practically shouted it, before blushing at how juvenile the tone I used was. He clearly noticed from the way the side of his lip quirked up in bemusement.

  He was always in control. I’ve never seen him the way he gets me. Delirious with pleasure. Possessive? Sure. Crazy, even? Yup. But like this? When all I wanted was more, more, more. I don’t know if he’s ever gotten there before, and I can’t deny that I wanted it. More than anything else I’ve ever wanted.

  I wanted to see his face twist with pleasure. Hear his voice as he whimpers his way to a climax as I pull him away from the edge several times. See him sob with pleasure as he finally gets to his release.

  I’ve never even got to taste his cock. No matter how much I begged him to let me do it.

  He didn’t see how I could get pleasure from the act and he refused for us to do anything together in which my pleasure wasn’t placed above all else.

  “As you wish, beloved.” Damian purred in my ear, and I shivered in anticipation as he laid back on the bed, relinquishing control to me. “Your wish is my command.”

  All of a sudden, I was unsure of what to do. He always pushed everything forwards, made sure we both felt good. Took care of it, like everything else, so I didn’t have to do it myself.

  That was until I decided to remove his clothes and show his beautiful skin. There were some scars on his beautiful bronze skin. I brushed a kiss over every single one. I knew some of the stories, others, I was too afraid to ask where he got them. They were too unique, too severe, and I feared to know exactly what happened to the kind man I love.

  His breath caught in his throat and he let out a soft whine. Oh god. That is the most erotic noise I have ever heard. His body trembled more and more as I kissed my way down his defined chest. Such delicious muscles. Perfection personified, really.

  I toyed with the elastic of his pants, enjoying the sight of his face trying to stay calm as his beautiful cheeks were tinted a soft pink. His cock was hard and pressed against his pants. There was a visible wet spot.

  “Clarissa.” He finally whined and I almost screamed. His voice, whining my name. That is just the greatest sound I have ever encountered in my life. I needed to hear it more often.

  I slowly removed his pants, smirking at the sight of his uncovered member. It was so big. A beautiful bronze color and I noticed for the first time that he did shave. I was almost drooling at the thought of having it in my mouth. Of being able to stimulate him the way he did to me.

  “You don’t have to do this.” He protested, pulling away from me just the slightest bit. He wasn’t embarrassed. Hell, I don’t fully believe he is really capable of experiencing embarrassment. He was turned on, and I could easily tell.

  His cheeks were tinted pink and his smile was weak.

  I smirked and told him, “You say this like I am doing this for your benefit. I am doing this because I want to, and for no other reason.”

  It was honestly flattering the way he blushed and sputtered. He mentioned how it was the hottest thing he’s ever heard under his breath, and I just smirked. Damn, right it is. Damn right, I am the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

  Poor guy. He didn’t even understand how much I wanted to do this. Like he was just unable to comprehend that I wanted to reciprocate, make him feel as good as he makes me feel. How I was aching to do this for so long. I don’t think he even could understand it if I deigned to explain myself to him.

  My tongue darted out to like the semi-transparent, whitish liquid that was at the tip of his head. He immediately made a muffled moan, throwing his head back in pleasure and jerking his hips. I held his hips down so he didn’t make me choke on him.

  “Behave.” I purred, smirking against his cock. “Or I’ll be forced to punish you.”

  I let my tongue continue to lick all the liquid off the head of his cock, delighting in the whimpers and the way he trembled as he tried to refrain from thrusting into my mouth. I have to admit; I’ve always had a taste for odd flavors. This, however, may have been one of the best things I have ever tasted. I needed more. I will get more.

  “I’m almost mad.” I nonchalantly said, pulling away for a moment. I purposefully ignored his whimpers and whines as I teased him, “You should never have kept me from such a delicious thing for so long.”

  I went back to licking and nibbling on the sensitive head of his cock. I waited until he was whimpering and begging. Until he just whined my name over and over, begging for a release that only I could provide, so beautifully.

  When I engulfed the head in my mouth, I made three abrupt realizations. They occurred nearly simultaneously.

  First, I find that the warmth of his heated flesh in my mouth felt good, that was not what I expected. Every girl I had spoken to before said it would not be fun, but your guy would feel good so it was worth putting up with a little discomfort. I stand by my agreement with that phrase. Any amount of discomfort was worth making him feel good. But I didn’t feel that discomfort right now. It was good.

  Secondly, as I stared at the rest of his cock that isn’t yet in my mouth I found that he was huge. Despite the fact that I assumed he was large, I still underestimated the size of his cock, and I was almost concerned for how it would fit. I could just feel my throat getting sore as I choked on it because he humped my mouth.

  Finally, I realized I was wrong. Oh god, I was wrong about his noises. No sound could be better than the soft mewl he just made. Beautiful. I wish I had my phone out so I could record that sound and play it over and over.

  In retaliation, I decided to force the sound out of him more. I raised my hand up to pump the rest of his cock. I slowly opened my mouth wider and let more of him into my mouth, gagging as I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, the wispy pubes at the base tickling my nose.

  He continued making those noises, and I had to hold his hips down to keep him from forcibly humping my throat as he got closer and closer to his release. I kept doing the motions, slowing down right when he got to the edge and speeding up again until my neck was starting to hurt and my throat was definitely sore.

  Weirdly enough, I even like the way those things ached it felt really good.

  When I finally let him get to his release, the sound he made as he cried was indescribable. I choked as he humped my face, his come sliding down my throat. It tasted even better than his pre-cum, I have to admit. Oh god. I could just do this forever.

  Make him feel good. Make him moan. Make him come. Make him feel good. Make him-

  And his arms were around me now, he was brushing the softest kisses to my cheeks. He was so gentle. He loved me so much. “You’re so special. So beautiful.”

  I don’t know what changed at this moment, but his touch was electrifying. Every spot on my body that he pressed his lips against lit up like a livewire. More intense than any other time he has touched me.

  I batted his hands away. “No,” I ordered him. “I’m still in control.”

  He made a whining noise deep in his throat. The whining noise became louder and louder as I ground against him. Electricity went through me at every movement. Every second of delicious skin on skin con
tact made me feel like my very soul was on fire.

  I slowly pulled off the rest of my clothes, running my hands over his skin. He was a drug, and I was addicted. I wish I could be upset about it, but no part of me was.

  When I finally divested myself of all my clothes, my womanhood was throbbing with need. I had neglected touching myself at all to make him feel good, and I may have been going crazy with want.

  I ground against him, mewling as his cock rubbed against the lips of my pussy. He was hard again. Thank god for my Werebear’s incredibly short refractory period. I do not have the patience to wait that long for him.

  He whimpered and whined, begging me for him as he ran his hands over my skin. Every place he touched burned, in the best way. As if every nerve in my body was set aflame and his touch somehow both soothed and enraged the fire simultaneously.

  “No touching.” I tried to be confident, trying to retain this delicious control I had over the most attractive man in the cosmos. “Don’t make me tie you up.”

  He practically drooled at the thought, and I have to put that away for later. Definitely.

  His hands left my body and I was torn between being happy that I was in control, and mourning the awful loss of his beautiful skin on mine. The thought left my mind as he wriggled his hips, grinding against me as best he can.

  A loud cry left my lips before I bit my bottom lip and pulled away just a bit in punishment. “Damian. Behave.” I ordered.

  “Or what?” He gave me his most devious grin. “You’ll spank me?”

  Despite my misgivings, my hand ached to spank his muscled rear. I didn’t even think I was into that until now! This is not even fair. God, he was so perfect and it just wasn’t fair for any other person on this planet.

  “You really want to.” He whispered it in awe, his lips curling into an overly smug, self-satisfied grin. “Don’t you? I know you do. I’m just that amazing.”