Your Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Did you grow up around here?” she asks me.

  “When I was young, I did,” I say. “We lived that way.” I point to the east, down closer to the city.

  “Did you come up here often?”

  “Sometimes,” I say. “Though my father used to say that the mountains are for the workers and the poor, and we’ll be neither of those.”

  She laughs a little. “Your dad sounds like a character.”

  “Imagine the most stereotypical rich guy you can. Now make him even more stuck up and conservative, and that’s my father.”

  She laughs, looking out the window. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

  “It’s okay,” I say. “He sent us to boarding school so we didn’t see him much.”

  “You and your brother?”

  I nod. “We were close back then. For a while at least.”

  “What happened?” she asks softly.

  “I don’t know,” I admit. “Something changed in him. Father always gave me more attention, more training, mostly because he assumed that I’d take over one day. I think Elliot resented that.”

  “I can see how he might,” she says, cocking her head at me. “But it wasn’t your fault.”

  “No,” I say. “It wasn’t. Maybe I could have done more back then... reached out more. But I didn’t. And now we’re here.”

  “Where were you earlier?” she asks, barely a whisper.

  I pause, not sure what I want to tell her. I don’t want her to know that I went to Elliot’s place with a mind to kill him and nearly walked right into his trap. But I don’t want to lie to her. I want her to understand the situation we’re in.

  “I went to see Elliot,” I say.

  “Oh shit,” she says. “Carson, what happened?”

  “Nothing,” I say, which is mostly true. “He tried to goad me into attacking him and it nearly worked.”

  “But you didn’t?”

  “I didn’t,” I say.

  We come around a bend and I put the truck into a low gear. The trees start to thin out as we get higher and higher, and the spot I want to stop at is coming up. There’s a small pull-off on the side of the road that goes down a dirt path. I take the truck down it carefully and conversation stops for a second as I navigate the path.

  Finally, we move through the trees and I bring the truck to a stop. We sit there in silence overlooking a deep valley. Instead of Juneau spreading out in front of us, like the view from my house, this one is much different.

  It’s all forest. There’s a river down in the middle of the valley, and there are a few scattered homes out there, but for the most part it’s virgin Alaskan forest, populated by bears and crazy people.

  “This is amazing,” she says softly.

  “This is the real Alaska,” I respond. “Dangerous, wild, and beautiful. Nothing is easy out here. But I think it’s worth it.”

  She nods and looks at me. “It’s funny you say that. I was thinking the same this morning.”

  I smile at her a little and lean toward her. I take her hand in mine and look into her eyes.

  “I want you to know that you can leave at any time,” I say. “I want to take care of you, to keep you. But I don’t know if you want to get involved in what’s happening.”

  “Carson,” she says softly.

  “Wait, let me finish. This thing with Elliot is going to get worse before it gets better. You’ve been through enough already in your life. You don’t need to get in the middle of this fight. So if you want to back out, I won’t take offense.”

  “I don’t want to back out,” she says, shaking her head. “I really don’t.”

  “I don’t know what Elliot is going to try and do. He’s going to smear you, that’s for sure. I can’t stop him from doing that, although I’ll try.”

  “It’s okay,” I say, laughing. “I’ve heard worse. From my own father.”

  “It’s going to be in the press. On the television. Lies about you, most likely. But it’ll be all over town.”

  “Are you trying to convince me to leave?” she asks, laughing a little.

  “No,” I say. “I just want you to understand what it means when you stay.”

  “It means that I don’t want to leave, that’s all,” she says. “You saved me when you didn’t have to... ” She trails off, shaking her head.

  I reach out and take her cheek in my hand, pulling her toward me. I kiss her gently, enjoying her taste, feeling a strange sense of melancholy warping through me. I wish she understood what it means if she stays, but I can’t explain it, because even I don’t fully know.

  But Elliot will try to destroy her. I know he will, just as he’ll try to destroy me. He’ll use her against me, and in the process it may tear her apart.

  I won’t let that happen. I kiss her more deeply, tasting her, really tasting her, and suddenly I know that I need her. Right here, in this moment, I need her.

  I reach across the truck and grab her hair, tipping her head back. She gasps as I kiss her neck, my other hand exploring her body, slowly sliding down toward her jeans. I unbutton the top button and unzip them as she gasps. My fingers slide into her panties, finding her pussy.

  “I’m a little surprised,” I say softly.

  “What?” she asks, already a little breathless.

  “You’re wet.” I smirk and kiss her bottom lip. “Very fucking wet.”

  “I am not,” she protests weakly.

  I laugh and slide two fingers deep inside of her dripping pussy. All of the stress and anger that I’ve been feeling since last night evaporates into thin air the second I feel her. She moans and I kiss her again, fucking starving for her, needing it more than I could have guessed.

  She suddenly moves toward me and unbuckles my belt. She fumbles at it for a second but finally manages to open my jeans. I grunt as she reaches down and finds my hard cock, gently sliding it out of my boxer briefs and stroking it.

  She kisses me once, biting my lip and then pulls back, moving her head down. She takes my cock between her lips and slowly slides it into her mouth.

  I groan as pleasure floods through me. I lace my fingers through her hair as she sucks my cock, letting it slide into her throat, or at least trying to. She wants to take as much as she can and the fact that she tries so fucking hard makes my blood pound in my ears. There’s nothing sexier than a woman sucking cock with enthusiasm, and Kylie seems like she’s fucking starving.

  I press her down, making my cock slide into her throat, and she lets me. She holds back a gag as I slide into her and I groan, mind completely lost.

  She pulls back, gasping in a breath, and strokes my cock.

  “Take off your pants,” I say. “Right now. Panties too.”

  She bites her lip and obeys, sliding her jeans and panties off. When she’s done, she reaches over and keeps stroking me.

  But I’m impatient. Last night was a different kind of sex. It was slower, more deliberate, but this is just straight dirty fucking. I slide my seat back as far as it’ll go then grab her hips and pull her on top of me.

  She straddles me, her back to the steering wheel. She kisses me as I slowly slide her down over my cock, teasing her soaking pussy for a second before sinking myself inside of her.

  “Shit,” she groans as she slides down my length. “I need to get used to that.”

  I grab her hair, tipping her head back. “Yeah, you do,” I say.

  She starts riding me, slowly at first, clearly getting used to my size. I let her take it easy, although all I want is to pound my cock into her delicious tight cunt. I hold back though, waiting for her to be ready. I kiss her neck, her lips, bite them softly, let my tongue slide against hers, as she gradually moves faster and faster.

  Soon I reach down and grab her ass, cupping it, spreading her open, and begin to really fuck her the way I want. She throws her head back, hands bracing herself against the roof of the truck, as I thrust into her tight little pussy. She’s so fucking wet and hot that I can barely
hold myself back as I rip into her. My mind is completely lost and I need it, need it so fucking badly.

  She throws her head back, moans escaping her lips loudly, her hips working in time with mine. There’s nothing graceful or slow about this, we both just want to fuck until we come, because it’s the best way to forget about all the bullshit around us. She knows as well as I do, and we let our bodies do the work.

  I grab her hips, working her, and she leans forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kisses me deeply as I fuck her. Her hips work back and forth, sliding herself against mine, working in delicious circles as I fuck her.

  Soon, the car’s windows are covered in fog, but it doesn’t matter. Nobody comes back here. It’s just me and Kylie and the wilderness, a wild expanse down below us. We’re completely alone in the world right now, and that idea energizes me. I grab her hair and slap her ass, nice and fucking hard, as I continue to pound into her pussy.

  I can feel her body respond, moving faster, bucking harder against me. I know she’s close and I don’t let up. “Go ahead,” I whisper in her ear. “Come for me, Kylie. Come on my big fat cock.”

  “Yes, daddy,” she moans, practically a groan, as I continue to fuck her.

  I watch her face go slack and her whole body tense as the orgasm washes over her. I love the expression on her face, pure pleasure and ecstasy as she comes. There’s nothing fucking sexier, and just like the night before, that look shoves me right over the edge.

  My own orgasm explodes through me like a rocket. I come deep inside of her tight little pussy, filling her up. I grab her hips and hold them tight as we keep working together, moving through the end of our orgasm, the pleasure slowly drifting away.

  When we finish, she collapses onto my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, the pleasure still ringing through my body. I don’t know how I can feel this good. I’ve never felt this good before in my entire life, and I’ve been with plenty of beautiful women.

  For some reason, they all pale in comparison to Kylie. When she calls me daddy, I feel something I can’t really explain, some kind of intense possessiveness, but it’s not just that. I’m not a jealous and crazy man. But with Kylie, there’s a sense of protectiveness and possession, and I can’t deny that. I want to own her, to make her mine completely, to take care of her and make sure nothing bad ever happens again.

  I don’t know how I got here. Only a few days ago I was myself, single and feeling good about it. I never wanted to get married in my entire life and didn’t care if my father looked down on that decision. I still don’t want to get married, but settling down doesn’t seem so horrible.

  I don’t know what I’m thinking. Maybe it’s just the post sex glow making me think these insane things. I barely know this girl, she just walked into my life, and already I’m thinking about settling down. It’s absolutely crazy.

  But it’s the truth. I don’t know why, but having Kylie resting against me like this is the best feeling in the entire fucking world. I wouldn’t change it for a fucking thing.

  Elliot won’t take this away from me. He won’t take anything away from me, not if I can stop him. I’m going to have what I want.

  Kylie

  We rest together in his truck for a while, enjoying the glow of our orgasms. I’m in no rush to get dressed again, but eventually I slide off him and pull my panties and my jeans back on.

  He smiles at me. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.”

  “Do what?”

  “Get dressed.”

  I laugh. “It’s freezing outside. And your gas won’t last forever.”

  He frowns like he’s just realizing that. “Good point.”

  “Did you really think we’d just stay here in your truck?”

  “It’s a nice truck,” he says.

  “Where would we... you know?” I answer, laughing.

  “Fuck? Right here, obviously.”

  “No, I mean, use the bathroom.”

  “Oh. In the bed.”

  I laugh, shaking my head. “No way.”

  “Sure. Back seat can be the kitchen slash living room. Up front is the bedroom. The bed is the bathroom. It’s perfect.”

  “Okay,” I say, shaking my head. He’s surprisingly funny and silly sometimes, which I really like. “Take me home, you crazy person. I’m hungry.”

  “Okay, since you asked so nicely.” He grins at me then puts the truck into gear.

  I watch the scenery as he carefully turns the vehicle around. The view really is majestic and incredible out here. I totally understand why he’d want to live out in the mountains, away from the city, especially with views like this just fifteen minutes away.

  As I stare out into the wilderness, for a second I miss some of the people I knew back home. It’s strange that I haven’t really thought about anyone but my father since leaving, but I did have some friends, some closer than others. I wonder for a second what they’re all doing, especially Maureen. She was my closest friend in LA, though I didn’t get to see her all that often. I was usually too busy with work and my father to do anything social. I had some boyfriends, but never anything serious and never anything that lasted long.

  That’s why I ran away, at least partly. I want to have a life, and I know I’ll never get that back home. Already I’ve lived more and done more in the last few days in Alaska than I did my entire life in my LA neighborhood. Maybe I just got lucky, but I think it has a lot to do with being free of my father.

  We head back down the dirt road toward the main paved road that winds back toward Carson’s house. As we pull out into the main road, a black car suddenly pulls out from the shoulder and starts to follow us.

  Carson keeps glancing into the rearview mirror, and for some reason I feel nervous. I don’t know why, exactly. There’s nothing wrong with the car behind us. But as soon as we drive maybe half a mile, another car pulls onto the road, this time cutting us off and forcing Carson to slow down.

  “Shit,” he says softly.

  I frown at him. “What’s wrong?”

  “Put your seatbelt on.”

  I pause then do as I’m told. He does the same, buckling himself in.

  “What’s happening?” I ask.

  “I recognize those—“

  Suddenly something slams into Carson’s bumper, causing the whole truck to fishtail. The sound of screaming tires fills the cab and Carson curses, but manages to get the truck back under control.

  “Hold on!” he yells and suddenly guns the accelerator. The truck jumps forward and he swings out into the other lane, pulling up flush with the car in front of us.

  It swerves and then slams into the side of the truck. I scream, surprisingly myself, and Carson hits the gas again, pulling forward. We come up to a sharp turn in the road but Carson doesn’t slow down. The truck screams and is almost on two tires, but it swings around and makes it, pulling ahead and free of the other car.

  Carson doesn’t take it easy. The two cars behind us speed up and are right on his bumper.

  “Hold on!” he yells again as the one car smashes into our rear, jolting us forward. Carson gets control of the vehicle. He reaches across the seat to hold me back with his arm as he hits another sharp turn going fast. He keeps the truck under control while one of the cars behind us skids out, slamming into a tree.

  Only one car remains as we speed onto another main road. There’s no traffic here, not out this far in the mountains. What was a beautiful and exciting drive earlier is suddenly death-defying terror as we go screaming down a road that’s meant to be driven slow. There are sheer cliff drops to our left as we come up to a series of switchbacks.

  The car behind us takes the first turn fast and manages to catch up with Carson. It slams into the back of the truck again, causing it to fishtail. I scream as the truck spins, turning all the way around, but it doesn’t flip. The truck comes to a stop in the middle of the road.

  “You okay?” he asks me.

  “I’m okay,” I say.

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bsp; “Hold on.” He guns it again and turns the wheel, throwing the truck around as the car comes back at us in reverse.

  We narrowly miss the car as Carson gets our truck back on track. We fly past it and hit the next switchback, sliding down the mountainside. The car starts back up and gives chase, but we have some space between us finally.

  Carson takes us through the switchbacks with the car gaining ever so slightly each turn. We hit a normal street down below and Carson guns it again.

  “We’re close,” he says. “Hold on tight.”

  I grip the dash as he drives fast. Weaving in and out of turns, the car giving chase behind us. It’s so close that I swear I could turn around and see the driver looking back at me. I can barely move though as terror flings through my body.

  “There,” Carson calls out, pointing. It’s the turn to his house, the dirt road that leads up to his property. “Here we go!”

  He hits the brakes and turns the wheel, flinging us onto the path. The truck screams in protest and we slam up against a tree, knocking against the side of the truck, but it doesn’t stop. We keep going down the path.

  The car behind us pulls up to the entrance to the path but stops. It sits there for a second before slowly driving away.

  “Fuck,” Carson says, still driving too fast.

  “Slow down,” I say. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Carson.”

  “Fucking bastard,” he yells, but he slows the truck down.

  We pull into the garage area and he kills the truck engine. He’s livid and my heart is pounding in my chest.

  They almost killed us back there. We could have so easily gone over a cliff and lost control of the truck. One wrong move and we would have died.

  In fact, that’s what it felt like. It seemed like they were trying to kill us.

  “Go inside,” he says to me, anger visible on his face. “I need to talk to Nick.”

  I nod, frowning. “You saved us back there,” I say in a small voice.