Your Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I straddle him, hands on his firm chest, kissing him hard. I can feel the heat between us, or maybe it’s the heat from the fireplace, but either way I know I can’t keep my clothes on for much longer.

  He grabs my hips and presses me down against him. He reaches up and takes my hair in one hand, tipping my head back, and kisses my neck.

  “This is what you want?” he whispers.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  His hands move over my breasts, cupping them as he kisses me again, and I feel the desire rush through me with an intensity I wasn’t expecting. He moves his hands down my body then cups my ass.

  I moan as he suddenly rolls to the side, putting my back against the couch, and stands. I look up at him, mouth hanging open, as he slowly begins to unbuckle his belt.

  “If you want this,” he says, “you’ll have to do as you’re told.”

  “I will,” I say, breathless, watching as he pulls the belt from his pants. He holds it in his hand, folded up, and I’m not sure what he’s going to do with it.

  “On your knees on the couch,” he says, “back to me.”

  I obey, turning my back to him, and kneeling on the couch. I put my hands on the back of it to steady myself and I look over my shoulder at him.

  He steps up behind me, one hand on my hips, and puts the other on my right wrist. I feel his breath against my neck before he pulls my arm back and puts it behind my back.

  He takes my left wrist and pulls that back too. I lean forward, chest against the back of the couch.

  “If you want me to stop, say the word ‘homestead,’” he says. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I say, and for a second I’m nervous.

  He takes the leather belt and wraps it effortlessly around my wrists. I watch him as best I can as he binds my wrists together, cinching the belt closed. It’s tight enough that I can’t slip out of it, but not so tight that it hurts.

  “Good girl,” he says, giving my ass a nice slap. “Now, get up.”

  He takes me by the hair and helps me stand. I get to my feet a bit awkwardly, letting him guide me by the hair. When I’m finally standing, he leads me over and stands me in front of the fire.

  He watches me for a second before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off, revealing his hard, muscular body. I watch him, desire pulsing through me, and I don’t want this to stop. He unbuttons his fly and pulls down his jeans, stepping out of them.

  “Perfect,” he says, stepping over to me. He runs his fingers up my legs. He cups my ass and pulls me against him, kissing my lips.

  I want to move my hands but can’t. I’ve never been tied up like this before, and at first I was afraid. But he’s being so gentle with me, and his body is so muscular and perfect, I can’t help but want it.

  He takes me by the wrists with one hand and grabs my hair with the other, pressing his body against mine. He’s so much larger than me, so confident and strong. His hands are rough from working with them, but they’re gentle and sure of themselves. And he makes me feel good, so fucking good it shocks me.

  “Call me daddy,” he whispers in my ear.

  “I can’t,” I say.

  He smirks at me, pulling back. “Obey me, or I’ll make you obey.”

  “No,” I say, blushing. I don’t know if I can actually say it to him.

  “Good. I’d rather punish you.” He takes me by the wrists against and roughly pulls me back to the couch. He pushes me down onto my knees again, this time spreading my legs wide.

  I’m dripping wet and glistening in the firelight as he kneels down behind me. He takes my panties and slides them down my legs, leaving them around my thighs, stretched between my spread legs. I feel him grab my hips and I don’t know what he’s going to do.

  And then I feel his tongue between my legs and I gasp. It’s soft and warm as he slowly licks up my pussy all the way along to my ass. I moan, shocked that he’s licking me there, as he slides his tongue back down along my pussy. It feels so fucking good, shockingly good, as he licks and laps me, sucking my pussy juice, tongue sliding inside of me.

  I can’t help but moan and struggle against the belt. I want to grab his hair, or grip the couch, but I’m held firm. He grabs my wrists with one hand before licking my pussy again.

  He pulls back then slaps my ass with his free hand. He stands and I look back at him shocked. He slaps me again, this time harder.

  “Carson!” I moan.

  “You thought this would be all fun and pleasure?” he asks, eyes intense. “You’re being punished, young lady. You thought I was just going to suck this wet cunt until you came?”

  “I don’t know,” I whine, and he slaps me again, harder this time. I gasp as the pain tingles up my spine. His fingers suddenly press inside of me, transforming that tingling pain into hot pleasure.

  It’s confusing as I wiggle back against his fingers. He slides them in and out then he slaps my ass again, even harder, before pressing them back deep inside of me. I gasp, shocked at how the pain and the pleasure mingle. There’s barely a difference between them, and it all just makes the pleasure that much sweeter.

  His fingers are buried deep into my pussy as he grabs my hair and tips my head back. I feel his lips against my ear.

  “Say it now, or I won’t give you what you want,” he whispers deliciously.

  “What do I want?” I ask him.

  “You want me to get you off. You want my thick cock between your legs.”

  “No,” I moan, though we both know I’m lying. He pulls my hair harder, fingers sliding in and out of me.

  “Your dripping wet cunt says you’re a lying little slut,” he responds. “Call me daddy. I’ll make you feel good.”

  “No,” I moan, and wiggle away from him, but he pins me back to the back of the couch.

  “Don’t act like you want to escape,” he says. He slaps my ass again before sliding his fingers up along my pussy to my wet clit, rubbing them in circles. “I can make this so much worse for you, dirty fucking girl. Stop pretending like you’re not a slut with her panties stretched between her legs, dripping wet and moaning for me in my living room. Call me daddy.”

  “I won’t,” I groan, though I don’t know how much longer I can resist. His fingers on my clit make me feel so fucking good.

  He takes his other hand and presses his fingers into my mouth. I suck them greedily, losing myself, as his other fingers press deep inside of my pussy again.

  He moves back away from me suddenly then spanks my ass. He does it again, and again, and then presses his fingers inside of me. He tips my hair back one more time, and I’m losing it, I can barely control myself.

  “Say it, you filthy fucking slut,” he whispers. “Call me daddy. Let me give you want you want.”

  “Fuck me, daddy,” I moan. “Oh shit, please. I need it. Fuck me deep.”

  He pulls back and I hear him slide his underwear off. “Good girl,” he says, and then I feel him press his cock against my tight pussy.

  I look back over my shoulder the moment he presses himself inside of me. I gasp as shock fills me. He’s huge, way larger than I thought, and his cock stretches me apart. I can barely take him, but he slides himself slowly into my soaking pussy. If I weren’t so damn wet, I don’t know if I could even handle him.

  But I can, and I do. It hurts at first, but he reaches around my hips to rub my clit as he slowly fills me. Gently and slowly, he spreads me apart, tears me to pieces, and rubs my clit, making the pleasure and the pain mix in my mind.

  “Good,” he whispers, finally fully inside of me. “I wasn’t sure this tight little pussy would take it all, but you’re being so good. You may be a filthy slut, but you’re a good slut.”

  I moan, loving the way he talks to me as he slides back out. He thrusts into me again, this time a little harder, a little rougher, as his fingers continue to work my clit in delightful circles. I feel like I’m losing my mind, but he doesn’t let up, doesn’t hold back.

  Slowly I begin to wo
rk back against him. The pain begins to subside and pleasure replaces it as my pussy gets used to his size. He senses this and begins to fuck me harder. He takes my wrists, holding onto the belt, and pulls me back against him. His other hand teases my breasts over my shirt, feeling them but leaving my top on. I like that I’m half naked, just my slick pussy ready for him.

  He thrusts into me deeper, harder, and he puts two fingers in my mouth again. I suck on them as he fucks me deep from behind, loving every moment of it, barely able to control myself. I buck back against him and bite his fingers and he grunts in pain. He pulls his fingers out then slaps my ass, nice and hard, making me moan.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asks.

  “Yes, daddy,” I admit.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “I love hearing that come out of your dirty fucking mouth. God, I’m going to come in this tight little cunt, fill you up.”

  “Please,” I moan. “Fuck me. Go ahead. Fuck me harder.”

  He grabs my hair then slams into me, not holding back anymore. I gasp and it’s exactly what I want, what I need. His hands pull my hair, slap my ass, and I know I can’t go anywhere. I’m bound up with my hands behind my back as he’s fucking me rough from behind, taking me like I’m his plaything.

  That’s exactly what I am. He’s my daddy and I’m his little toy, ready to be fucked whenever he wants me, ready to fill. I’ll be his dirty slut as long as he wants me.

  I can feel the orgasm beginning to build as he thrusts into me, slamming into me with a restless power that doesn’t hold back. I feel like I can barely breathe as he pulls my hair back, like every breath is a gasp as pleasure wars inside of me, pressing against the pain, driving me absolutely insane.

  I know I can’t hold back anymore. I start pressing back against him wildly, needing every inch of his cock inside of me, needing to slide along his hard shaft.

  “That’s right,” he growls. “Ride that fucking cock.” He slaps my ass hard.

  “I’m going to come,” I gasp. “Carson, please, don’t stop.”

  “Good,” he grunts, pulling my hair again. “Come for me, you filthy girl. You’ve been thinking about this since we met, so go ahead, come on this big fucking cock.”

  The orgasm explodes through me, driving me into pure ecstasy. I lose myself completely, and everything that’s happened is completely forgotten. In this moment, there’s only pure pleasure and our bodies pushing against each other, sweating and riding through the night.

  I feel him stiffen and his thrusts get more intense as his own groans get louder. I know he’s coming and I want him to fill me, to get every last drop in my tight little pussy.

  Slowly our movements come to an end and he slides himself out of me. He pulls me back and kisses my lips hard as he unbuckles the belt and releases my wrists. When I’m free, I turn toward him and kiss him hard, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

  I’m totally lost in the moment. My orgasm still lingers in my mind. His body is hard and we’re both sweating. The fire feels like a million degrees, but I don’t care. I’m with Carson, in his house, in his beautiful house, and I’m safe. I’m happier than I’ve ever been before.

  We collapse onto the couch together and he kisses me softly. “How was that?” he asks me. “Everything okay?”

  I nod once. “Everything’s okay.”

  “Good.” He kisses me again. “I want to take care of you. You know that, right?”

  “I know,” I say, and I believe him.

  “Good.” He kisses me again then wraps his arms around me.

  I refuse to let my mind drift back into the fear and uncertainty. Instead, I just enjoy this moment, this simple and perfect moment. I don’t let anything else spoil it. There’s just me and him.

  Carson

  It’s still dark when I wake up the next morning. My mind instantly races back over the events of the night before, both good and bad.

  After getting Kylie from the car and finally sleeping together, we drank a bottle of wine and talked about our lives. She started falling asleep soon after that, though, so I took her to bed and left her in her room.

  I figured she’d want to wake up there, even though I wanted to bring her into my own bed. I don’t want to push it, not yet at least. And so I climb out of my bed and get dressed, plans for the day already forming.

  I suspect Kylie is going to sleep in. I leave her a note in the kitchen then dress and head outside. The sun is just starting to peek up over the horizon as I climb into my truck.

  I sit behind the wheel for a moment before taking the gun from the waistband of my jeans and checking to make sure that it’s loaded. Satisfied, I slip it onto the passenger side seat and start the engine.

  Last night was about Kylie and making sure that she’s okay. I wanted to make sure I made her feel good and safe and warm. But today is about my brother and getting revenge for what he did.

  I don’t have a plan, not a clear one yet anyway. What he did was fucked up and illegal, and part of me wants to contact the sheriff. That might not be a good idea, though, since the sheriff’s office is so deeply tangled up with my family. I’m not sure how much Elliot has been bribing him, so he may not even listen to me.

  That’s one option. The other option is to drive to Elliot’s house and kill him. I don’t know how much I’d have to bribe the sheriff to cover that one up, though.

  I keep driving, my mind a blizzard of conflicting ideas and desires. I glance at the clock on the dash and nod to myself. Late last night, before going to bed, I called a guy I know that works private security and hired a bunch of guys to watch over Kylie. Elliot isn’t going to get close to her, not ever again. They should have just arrived at the house.

  As if on cue, my phone buzzes with a text from my friend, letting me know that everything is okay back home.

  I feel a little bit better knowing that she’s safe, although I wish I could be back there with her. I’d rather sleep in late with Kylie in my arms, maybe take a long bath with her then go for a hike. Maybe I’d cook her breakfast in bed, or make her a nice dinner or something like that. Something fucking normal and comfortable and fun.

  Instead, I’m thinking about murdering my brother.

  I pull up outside of the house after about twenty minutes of driving. It’s a small house on the outskirts of Juneau, not a fancy place, but it’s my first stop for the day. I climb out of the truck and walk up the front walkway, feeling more nervous than I thought I would.

  I knock on the door and wait. After a minute, there’s some noise inside, and the door opens.

  Albert’s wife looks out at me.

  “Morning, Mona,” I say.

  She frowns. “What do you want, Carson?”

  “I wanted to see how Albert’s doing.”

  “He’s not doing great.” She stares at me, her expression icy.

  “I know that. I’m sorry. I never expected it to go this far.”

  “When are you calling the sheriff?” she asks. “Albert was brutally beaten, you know. His ribs are broken.”

  “I know,” I say. “I feel responsible. I’m here to apologize.”

  “Take your apology and shove it up your—“

  “Mona!” Albert’s voice cuts into the conversation. “Let him inside.”

  She frowns for a second then opens the door and steps aside. “You don’t deserve him,” she murmurs as I walk past her.

  I grunt, basically in agreement. Albert is sitting in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee. He grins at me as I step in.

  “Sorry about that, sir,” he says.

  I sigh. “Least of what I deserve,” I answer.

  “Nonsense. You didn’t kick my ribs in, did you?”

  “No. But you were in that car because of me.”

  “I was in that car because I’m a driver. It was your bastard brother and his asshole men that did this to me.”

  I sit down across from him. “I’m going to pay your medical bills.”

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��Not necessary.”

  “I insist.”

  “Really, I have good insurance. Didn’t cost a penny.”

  I sigh, shaking my head. “At least let me pay you for the time you’re missing.”

  He grins. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

  I smile a little bit, feeling better. “Listen, Kylie sends her regards. She’s sorry for what happened, but she feels like you saved her life. She’s grateful.”

  “I didn’t do anything but get my ass kicked.”

  “True. But she told me to send this.” I place an envelope on the table in front of him.

  He takes it and opens it. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “No way.”

  “Take it,” I say.

  “I can’t. How much is this?”

  “Just a few thousand.”

  “Carson.”

  I hold up a hand. “Please, Albert. Take it.”

  He sighs. Mona comes into the kitchen, plucks the envelope from his hand, and looks at me. “We’ll take it,” she says, and then leaves.

  Albert laughs. “Woman knows what she’s about,” he says.

  I grin myself. “Good. I’m glad you’re taken care of.”

  He nods then winces in pain. He leans back in his chair and sighs. “What about you?” he asks. “Who’s taking care of you?”

  “Nobody,” I say. “And I don’t need it, either.”

  “This thing between you and your brother... it’s had the town divided for years, you know that?”

  I nod slowly. “I know.”

  “Don’t let him tear this place apart. But most of all, don’t let him take you down with him.”

  “He nearly killed you,” I say, my face straight. “He nearly killed Kylie.”

  “True,” he says.

  “He deserves what I give him.”

  “Maybe.” He winces again and shrugs. “But you don’t deserve any of it.”

  I nod and stand. “Feel better. Come back to work when you’re ready.”

  “I will, sir.”

  I shake his hand and then head out of the kitchen, his words ringing in my ears. Mona gives me a look as I leave and I can’t help but grin to myself. I’ll have to avoid her for the rest of my life, I’m sure.