Taken by Daddy's Best Friend: He's more than forbidden... (Daddy's Billionaire Best Friend Book 1)

by Lacy Ryder

  Her eyes widen and I resist the urge to laugh. She’s so thinking about me fucking her. You can’t look that guilty and not be thinking about something you shouldn’t be.

  “I’ve watched you grow up,” I continue, determined to make her feel as uncomfortable as I can. “When you turned eighteen, you really blossomed. You went from being a little girl, to a beautiful confident sexy young woman.”

  “You think I’m sexy?” She looks mortified like she can’t believe she just asked me that.

  I chuckle, and nod. “You’re surprised by that? I can’t imagine any guy would look at you and not want to fuck you.” I clear my throat and glance down at the paper in front of me. “So, I’ve got four meetings set up for next week that I need you to sit in on and take notes. We might have a few late nights ahead of us, because I’m closing a few major deals all at once. I hope you’re okay with that?”

  “Yes,” she mumbles. I look at her, my eyes narrowing.

  “Maybe warn your boyfriend if you have one, that you won’t be seeing him for a while? I expect the next few weeks to be exhausting. You’ll leave here, barely able to walk.”

  Her eyes widen and her cheeks go pink. I grin, because they’re not the only cheeks I want to see pink. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she breathes, “and whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I’m capable of anything, Mark.”

  She swallows, and I nod, barely able to contain my excitement. This is going better than I thought. I imagined I’d have to work harder to break her in, but it’s like she’s ready, and practically begging me to dominate her.

  “I have a special meeting scheduled for tonight with some top investors at Marquee. Do you know Marquee?” I ask her, already knowing she does. She had her eighteenth birthday there. I still remember watching her parade around in that skimpy little blue dress.

  She nods her head. “It’s one of the most sought-after bars in town,” and she says excitedly. “There’s a waiting list a mile long to get in. I had my birthday there, remember?”

  “Right,” I nod, like I’d forgotten. “Meet me there at ten, okay? And wear something…. tight,” I murmur.

  She flushes but nods, her eyes showing me how eager to please she is.

  “Thanks, I can’t wait,” she whispers.

  “Since you’re going to be working late, you can have the rest of the afternoon off. Go home and relax, because you will need all your energy to get through tonight. I have some very demanding things that I’m going to need you to do, okay?”

  She nods again. I lower my head and pretend to focus on my work, while she sits there awkwardly before eventually scurrying out of the room. Once she’s gone I lean back in my chair, a big smile on my face. This is perfect. Tonight is going to be amazing. I pick up my phone and call Dimitri.

  “It’s me,” I say. “Remember that favor you owe me? I’m calling it in. Tonight. I want Marquee, for myself. And I want the room set up, just as I like it.”

  “Man, I can’t arrange that,” he protests. “You know how busy the club gets. There’s no way the owners will agree again.”

  “Whatever they make on a normal Monday night, I’ll double it,” I reply, an edge to my voice. “Make it happen.” I slam the phone down, confident that he’s going to come through for me.

  Chapter 3

  Katie

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  I arrive at the club just before ten, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve got it all wrong. It’s deserted. Like totally and completely free of anyone else other than me. No line, no cars, no nothing. I don’t think I’ve ever known Marquee to be empty, even on a Monday night. Something’s going on, but I can’t work out what. I walk up to the door and knock, not expecting anyone to answer. It swings open, and I step back, surprised.

  “Ms. Wilson, I presume?”

  I nod at the man standing in front of me. He’s tall, muscular, with short cropped hair and piercing dark eyes. “Hi,” I whisper. “I was worried that I was in the wrong place. I’m not used to Marquee being empty,” I say, with a nervous laugh.

  “Neither am I,” he mutters. “But the place has been booked out for the evening by Mr. Logan.”

  Holy shit, he booked the whole place out? That must have cost him a fortune. These investors must be pretty important. I follow the guy inside and down the dark hallway to the main area of the club. It’s weird to see it so empty, because the only time I’d ever been here I could hardly move with all people.

  I glance around, nervous. I haven’t seen Mark yet, or any of the investors that are supposed to be meeting him here. I tug at the hem of my short black dress, hoping I look okay. It took me half an hour to get into the damn thing, so I hope it’s tight enough for him.

  I blush, remembering his words. Did you want me in something tight so he could check me out? Since he finds me sexy and all that… No, that’s ridiculous. He has no idea of the dirty thoughts I’m having about him. In his eyes, I’m just his best friend’s daughter. Nothing more.

  But I’m not sure I believe that anymore.

  “Katie, glad you could come.” Mark says, appearing from around the corner. He looks sexy in his dark suit. “I see you’ve met my friend Dimitri? He runs the bar.”

  Dimitri tosses Mark the keys. “Lock up when you’re done. And try not to trash the place, hey?”

  Mark chuckles. “I will do my best, but you know how I get.”

  Dimitri rolls his eyes and then swaggers towards the exit. My heart pounds because I have no idea what’s going on. Wouldn’t a barman be kind of necessary when you’re entertaining guests? Especially ones you want money from. Or maybe that’s what I’m here for. I panic, because I have no idea how to bottle of beer, let alone mix a cocktail.

  Mark slowly steps towards me, his expression unreadable. There’s something odd about his demeanor, but I can’t put my finger on it. When he reaches me his fingers graze over my waist as he gently pulls me towards him.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this moment for a long time,” he murmurs.

  His fingers snake around the back of my neck and he pulls me against him, pressing his lips against mine. His fingers creep over the top of my dress, my body reacting to his touch. He kisses me harder, his mouth engulfing mine like he has no intention of pulling away. My heart pounds, because as much as I’m scared to admit it, I’ve wanted this just as long.

  I push away. “What about your investors?” I mumble.

  He chuckles, like it’s amusing to him that I’m not getting something. And then it dawns on me. There are no investors. This was all just a ploy to get me alone. I have no idea what he has in store for me but I’m can’t control my excitement. After watching him devour Courtney on his desk, I’m ready to be taken in the same way.

  “Come with me,” he says.

  He takes my hand and leads me across the room until we reach the bar. He leans over the counter and retrieves a bottle of champagne. I can tell by the fact that it’s French and I can’t pronounce it, that it’s expensive. He pops open the cork and takes a mouthful from the bottle, and then hands it to me.

  “Drink.”

  “But I’m not old enough…” My voice trails off as I blush. It’s a reminder of how much older he is than me, and more experienced.

  He chuckles, his dark eyes sparkling. “Promise I won’t tell anyone.”

  I take the bottle and lift it, closing my lips around the opening. His mouth curls upward into a snarl as he watches me. He looks like he wants to fuck me right here on the bar. I shiver as the slightly bitter bubbles hit the back of my throat. Two mouthfuls and it’s already going to my head. I giggle.

  “Don’t tell me you’re drunk already,” he murmurs, amused. “I don’t want to have to explain that one to your father.”

  “Can we not talk about him?” I plead, making a face.

  He chuckles. “I can think of a few other things we can do instead. Like this.” I gasp as he lifts me onto the bar, and positions himself between my legs. “You mentioned you’d do what
ever I wanted you to… was that restricted to work?” He asks, trailing kisses down my neck.

  I freeze, because if I say no, I have no idea what I’m agreeing to, and if I say yes…who am I kidding? Saying yes isn’t an option. I want whatever he wants.

  “What do you have in mind?” I finally manage to ask.

  “The things I want to do you, Katie,” he growls, eying me all over.

  He reaches behind me and unbuttons my dress, causing my breasts to pop out like an uncontrollable wave. He chuckles and buries his face in my cleavage, his tongue finding its way to my nipples. Groaning, I throw my head back as he sucks on my perky nubs until they’re hard.

  Suddenly, he lifts me off the bar and to my feet, unzipping me out of my dress. He pulls it off and tosses it aside. I stand in front of him, eyes wide and naked, apart from the very scant pair of panties I decided to pair with my dress.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “Even better than I imagined.”

  Does he imagine me often? I shiver at the thought. For some reason, I love the idea that I’ve occupied his thoughts, especially if it’s when he’s pleasuring himself. Or even better, if he wants me while he’s fucking another women.

  “Come here,” he orders me.

  He leads me over to the small stage reserved for the live shows Marquee puts on once a week. He produces a set of handcuffs from his back pocket and a shiver rolls down my spine. Who the hell carries around handcuffs for fun?

  “Don’t look so scared,” he chuckles. “It’s like you’ve never been naked and cuffed to a wall before. You know I’ll keep you safe, right?” His hands room over my body, and I shiver. I can’t deny that I’m turned on. I might have known him forever but I’ve never seen this side to him.

  “Stand against that wall and show me your ass.”

  I nod and face the wall. He takes my hands and lifts them above me, cuffing them together. He hooks them around a nail that protrudes from the wall above my head and then proceeds to lower my panties. I’m so wet that they’re practically sticking to me. A fact that he clearly seems to enjoy.

  “Do you like me being in control of you?” he mumbles softly in my ear. His hands snake around my waist and move lower, until they’re over my bare pussy. I gasp as he roughly slides a finger inside of me. “Answer me, Katie.”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  He rocks gently against me, as his finger works my clit. I groan, the combination of his finger inside me and the feel of his rock hard cock against me is almost too much. My nipples graze gently against the concrete wall in front of me, but it’s an oddly arousing feeling. I never thought I’d get off on any kind of pain, but right now I’m struggling not to climax.

  I hear the sound of his zipper lowering and the next thing I know he’s thrusting his cock inside of me. I gasp, my body not ready to handle his length. I stand on my toes, my pussy aching, as he repeatedly slides himself inside me. His hands curl around my waist, pulling me back harder against him, and allowing him a deeper reach.

  “First, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, because I can’t wait any longer, Katie. You’ve wound me up. I’ve waited so long for this, and I refuse to wait a second longer.”

  I gasp, my knees buckling as he thrusts his dick in and out of me in quick succession.

  “Then, when you feel like you can’t handle anymore, I’m going to completely own your body,” he whispers, biting my earlobe. “I’m going to make you come in ways you never thought you could. I’m gonna make you feel things you never thought you’d enjoy.”

  “Oh god,” I gasp. I cry out as my body gives in to him.

  “You think you know me, Katie? You don’t know me at all.” He chuckles softly and kisses my ear. “But, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll know a side to me that not many people get to appreciate. Can you handle that, Katie?”

  Gasping, I cry out as he pinches my nipple and I lose control of every part of me. My thighs clench tightly as my body convulses, coming against the rhythm of his cock. Tears sting my eyes as I savor the last few moments of my orgasm, my body jolting as his thrusting slows. I gasp again, my heart pounding as I try to string words together to answer him.

  “Yes. I can handle it,” I whisper softly. At least, I hope I can.

  “Good.”

  He pulls himself out of me and spins me around, lifting me onto his length. I gasp as he enters me again, his hands wrapping around my thighs as he pumps his dick into my pussy. I’m pressed against the wall, completely at his mercy, and with every thrust inside me I ache a little bit more.

  He lets out a low growl and cups my chin, forcing me to look at him while he comes inside me. He smirks as I feel his load hit my walls. I cry out, his orgasm triggering another one of my own as my pussy contracts around his cock.

  “From this point on, I own you, Katie. You hear me? You’re mine to do with what I please.”

  A muffled gasp escapes me as he presses his lips against mine, kissing me with such force and assertion that I find myself wondering what I’m getting myself into. Still buried deep inside me, he frees my handcuffs from the wall and carries me over back over to the bar.

  With a smirk he sets me on the edge of the counter, the hard marble freezing against my ass before going to retrieve the bottle of champagne and handing it to me. With shaking hands, I lift it to my mouth to drink, if only to try and calm my nerves. He chuckles, his dark eyes burning through me.

  “Go freshen up, and then meet me back here.”

  He presses his lips together and runs his fingers down over my breasts, then stares back up at me. The look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine, but I nod and scurry off toward the bathroom. He calls out to me, and I turn around, my heart racing.

  “Yes?” I whisper.

  “I hope you’re ready for an all-nighter, Katie. Because I’m just getting started with you.”

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