Your Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Delicious,” he says, and then he tears them off.

  “Carson!” I gasp. It hurts a little bit, but mostly it’s surprising. He rips the cotton like it’s nothing. “I liked those,” I complain.

  He tosses them aside. “They’re mine, just like everything else about you is mine. If I want to destroy them, I’ll destroy them.”

  I pout, not really caring about the panties. The thrill reinvigorates again, gets stronger in my core, as he slowly kisses up my inner thigh. I gasp when his mouth finally finds my wet pussy. He begins to suck me and lick me gently, teasing me with his mouth, pressing one finger inside of my pussy.

  I groan and want to squirm and move but I’m stuck tight. He keeps at it, licking gently, sucking gently, nibbling at my pussy, teasing me, working me, pushing me closer to my limits.

  “Please,” I moan, losing myself in the moment. “I can’t take it, Carson.”

  “What’s my name?” he asks.

  “Daddy,” I groan. “God, please. Give me what I want.”

  He pulls back but idly slips two fingers inside of me, almost as an afterthought. “What do you want?” he asks.

  “You know,” I groan. “Don’t make me say it.”

  “Say it,” he commands, watching my face.

  “Your cock,” I groan. “Please. Just fuck me.”

  “Such an impatient girl.” He slides up along me, pressing his cock between my legs, the cotton fabric between us. He puts one hand on my throat, holding me there. “You should wait until I tell you that you’re ready.”

  “Yes, daddy,” I gasp as he tightens his grip slightly, grinding his cock against my puss.

  He releases my throat then rolls over onto his side. I watch as he slides his boxer briefs off, revealing his thick, hard cock. He moves back down between my legs, spreading them wide, and presses his cock against my soaking pussy, teasing my entrance.

  “This is what you want?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I say, almost a whisper. My legs are spread wide and I’m so exposed, but I want it so badly, the exquisite pain of his cock filling my tight little pussy.

  Without another word, he thrusts himself deep inside of me. I toss my head back and gasp as the pain fills me, sharp and tight. He slides back and thrusts in again, hands on my hips, and the pain slowly begins to melt into an intense pleasure that I can barely describe.

  I’ve never been fucked like this before. He rocks into me, sliding his big cock in and out of my tight little cunt and I’m losing it, absolutely losing it. I grip onto the ties around my wrists and throw my head back, not afraid to moan loud, not ashamed of anything.

  He leans forward over me, supporting himself with one hand, and takes my throat in the other. He fucks me deep, rough, not cutting off my air but holding me there. It sends a thrill through me, knowing that he could choke me if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He fucks me rough, deep, and I grind my hips up against him, getting friction against my clit.

  He moves back and fucks me deep, his free hand on my breasts, teasing my nipples as the hand around my throat tightens ever so slightly. I groan, rocking in against him, and he releases my throat to tease my breasts with both hands. When he’s finished, he moves back, hooking my legs over his shoulders and thrusts deep inside me, getting even deeper.

  “When I’m finished fucking this tight little cunt, I’m going to come on your pretty little face,” he says. “And you’ll thank me for it.”

  “Yes, daddy,” I moan.

  “That’s right. You want to be my little cum slut, don’t you? You’ll suck my cock and swallow every fucking drop because you’ll do anything for me.”

  “That’s right,” I moan. I love the way he talks to me. It’s so fucking filthy and wrong, and no man has ever said these things to me before.

  “Good,” he groans. “I want to taste your little cunt juice, and kiss your mouth when I’m finished so you can taste it too.” He fucks me deeper, harder, not holding back. “I want to press you up against the glass out there and let the whole fucking city see your perfect fucking tits while I work your tight little cunt from behind. I’ll grab your hair and make you stare back at that, and they’ll all know how much of a slut you are for me.”

  I can feel the orgasm building inside of me as his words get dirtier and dirtier. I don’t say a word because I don’t want to break the spell. I need him to keep fucking me and keep talking dirty, I’m so close.

  “I’ll put a leash around your throat, tie your hands behind your back, and parade you around my office. Show everyone what the boss is fucking. And if you’re good, I’ll let you suck my cock on the conference room table, but only if you deserve it. Do you deserve it, Kylie?”

  “Yes,” I moan, gasping. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

  “Come for me, my little slut. Go ahead, come on my big fucking cock.”

  I feel it burst through my mind, the orgasm overtaking me like fire. It tears me into pieces, destroys any semblance of negativity, and washes over me like cool clean water. My whole body tenses and spasms, but he doesn’t let up and doesn’t hold back. He keeps rocking into my pussy with his big fat cock, slamming deep into me.

  Slowly, my orgasm passes, and he’s still slowly sliding in and out. When it’s through, he pulls himself out of my pussy and moves up the bed toward my mouth, stroking himself.

  “Suck my cock,” he orders, and I turn my head and open my mouth. He presses his thick cock between my lips, holding my hair, and fucks my mouth.

  He’s so big but I let him fuck my face. I suppress gags as best I can as he presses himself deep into my throat, groaning, and I love the way he fucks my mouth like this. He groans and grunts his pleasure as I roll my tongue around his cock, tasting my own pussy mixed with him. I love it, can’t get enough of it, as he pushes me all the way down.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “Suck that cock, girl.” I move back, sliding along his shaft.

  And then he groans and comes. He bursts into my mouth and throat, but I don’t stop. I swallow every single drop of him, letting it slide down my throat, and I keep going. He groans, holding onto my hair, and I lick him up, cleaning every inch of him.

  When he’s finished, he unties my wrists and collapses onto the bed. I curl up next to him, hands on his muscular chest, feeling so content and sexy.

  We lay like that for a few minutes, and a smile breaks across my face when I realize that he’s asleep.

  I consider waking him, but decide against it. I know he’s been dealing with a lot of stress lately, and I don’t need to make it any worse. He needs some decent sleep, and I’m glad that I could help. I let myself calm and drift, and eventually I fall asleep next to him.

  Carson

  I wake up late in Kylie’s bed and rush to work. I feel bad about falling asleep, but I couldn’t help myself, I was just too exhausted. She didn’t seem to mind, though.

  I spend the whole day thinking about her, completely distracted by everything and barely able to work.

  Around noon, my secretary knocks lightly on my office door.

  “Yes?” I call out.

  She steps inside, smiling. “Ready for tonight?” she asks.

  I blink at her. “Tonight?” I ask.

  “The charity event,” Judy says. “You know for muscular dystrophy?”

  “Shit,” I say, shaking my head. “I totally forgot.”

  “Your whole family is going to be there.”

  “It just slipped my mind. Lots going on lately.”

  She gives me a knowing little nod. “Do you know who you’re bringing?”

  I look at her, my head cocked slightly. “I didn’t know I had to bring a date.”

  “Oh, you don’t,” she says, looking innocent. “But I did buy a lot of beautiful dresses for a certain woman recently. I bet she’d love to wear one of them.”

  I watch Judy for a second then finally break down and smile. I can’t help it, she’s just so transparent.

  “Okay,” I say. “Make the a
rrangements for me.”

  “Already done.”

  I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble one day.”

  “I hope so!” She laughs as she leaves my office.

  I go back to work, losing myself in the job, and I don’t fully grasp what I’ve committed myself to until I’m on my way home and thinking about the evening.

  My whole family will be there, Elliot included. It’ll be a neutral place, but that doesn’t guarantee he’ll behave himself. I’ll have to bring some security, just to be sure.

  But most importantly, my mother and father will both be there. Or at least I assume my mother will be, my father might be feeling too ill to attend. He has good days and bad days, though lately the bad days are more numerous and more intense.

  When I get home, I find Kylie sitting on the couch, reading a book.

  “How was work?” she asks as I walk into the room.

  “Good,” I say. I walk over to her and give her a small kiss on the mouth. “I have something for you.”

  “What’s that?” she asks, smiling.

  “Stay here.” I leave her and head into her bedroom. I pick out one the dresses Judy bought, the most formal black dress. I pick it up and carry it out to Kylie.

  She smiles a little unsure. “You gave that to me already,” She says.

  “Put it on,” I respond, grinning.

  “Why?” She looks a little puzzled.

  “We’re going somewhere tonight.”

  “Are we?” She sits up straight. “Where?”

  “A little surprise.”

  “How formal?”

  “Pretty formal,” I say. “I’ll be wearing my tux.”

  “Oh, Carson in a tuxedo. That seems worth it.”

  “Good. Go get ready.”

  She gets up from the couch, smiling and quickly kisses me as she passes. I grin and watch her go before retreating to my own room.

  We have about an hour before we need to go, and I’m ready in fifteen. I shower real quickly and get the tux on in five minutes, and so the rest of the time I sit near the window and drink some whisky, waiting for Kylie to get ready.

  But of course, the wait is more than worth it. She emerges right on time wearing that dress, looking absolutely gorgeous. Her hair is layered and beautiful, thick and cascading down her right shoulder. She smiles at me as I stare at her and I feel like my eyes might fall out of my skull.

  I always forget that she’s only nineteen. She has a poise and a grace about her that most people her age don’t have. I don’t know how to describe it, but she seems so much older than she is. She feels like a kindred spirit.

  I walk over to her, grinning huge.

  “Hello, handsome,” she says.

  “Hello, gorgeous.” I kiss her full and deep, pulling her against me. “Maybe we should just stay in.”

  She laughs slightly. “No way. I didn’t put all this on just for you to take it all off.”

  I sigh slightly. “I should warn you before we go.”

  “What’s that?”

  “This is a charity event my family is throwing. Which means Elliot and my mother will be there. Maybe my father too, though I doubt it.”

  She pauses and I see the fear in her eyes. “Is this safe?” she asks.

  “Nick and two of his men will be with us, but yes, it’ll be safe. Too many people for Elliot to try something stupid.”

  She nods, eyes locked on mine. “I trust you.”

  “Good.” I kiss her again. “Come on.”

  I call the car and ten minutes later, we’re heading out into the night.

  Kylie

  I’m so nervous as the car pulls up out front of the country club. The event is taking place in the banquet hall attached to the main club, and there are already a surprising number of people milling around the entrance.

  “Ready?” Carson asks me.

  I nod once, steeling myself. “I’m ready.”

  “We don’t have to do this,” he says, wavering for a second. “If you’re not ready, we can go home.”

  “I’m ready.”

  He smiles and kisses me softly. “Of course you are. You’re going to be great.”

  “Let’s go,” I say, and he pushes his door open.

  As soon as he gets out, people start approaching. He has to fend them off as I get out. A few of the women around give me strange looks, probably surprised at my age, but nobody seems to notice me otherwise. The men mostly congregate around Carson as he shakes hands and introduces me.

  I don’t remember a single name as we move into the country club. I know those men were powerful business leaders, but they all looked exactly alike and they were basically all named Alan or something like that. They’re all so much older than me and they live in a totally different world. It’s hard for me to relate to any of that.

  It’s better inside. There are more people, but Carson isn’t swamped. We manage to get drinks at the bar, although the bartender gives me a momentary look. I’m afraid he’s going to ask for my ID, but he doesn’t, and the moment passes.

  I can’t help but think about the age difference as Carson continues to introduce me to his peers. They’re all so much older, and although he doesn’t seem that old, he really is. He’s almost twenty years older than I am, which is part of the attraction, but it is admittedly very strange.

  The whole thing is surreal. The main dinner event is taking place in a large banquet hall with many tables set up. Everyone is dressed in very formal attire, and at least I fit in that way, although I may be the youngest person in the room, aside from the wait staff.

  Finally, we make our way across the room and find our table. I put down my small clutch and he grabs a glass of whisky from a passing waiter.

  “You okay?” he asks me.

  I nod, taking a breath. “A lot of people know you.”

  He grins. “Told you I was famous.”

  “How many of those names do I have to remember?” I ask.

  He laughs a little. “None,” he says. “I barely remember any of them and I’ve known most of these people my whole life.”

  “They’re all business owners?” I ask.

  “Sure,” he says. “And congressmen, a senator, and at least two generals.”

  “Really?” I ask, surprised.

  “Sure. You didn’t notice? This is a rich person’s charity event.”

  “Sorry. I don’t have much experience hobnobbing with the upper crust.”

  He grins at me. “Well, get used to it. These things are mostly excuses to network. They’re incredible political.”

  “Like how?” I ask.

  “Well, look at that guy.” He nods at a man in his forties, relatively fit, wearing a dark suit and a red tie. “He’s an up and coming Republican guy. Wants to run for the house in four years. He’s here to meet some possible donors, shake some hands. Smile at the generals, that sort of thing. He’ll make a nice, large contribution, of course, but he wouldn’t be here if it didn’t benefit him in some way.”

  I frown to myself, shaking my head. “Is anyone here for the right reasons?”

  “I am,” he says, taking my hand.

  “Seems like you’re doing a lot of political stuff yourself.”

  He kisses my cheek softly. “I don’t need any of this,” he says. “I have enough.”

  I smile up at him and understand what he’s trying to say. I kiss him lightly on the lips. “Okay, fine,” I say. “You’re not some stodgy old upper class jerk like the rest of these people.”

  “Good, I’m glad you approve.”

  “But you better not change. And don’t go into politics.”

  “I promise.” He hooks my pinky with his. “Cross my heart.”

  “Good.” I laugh and we let our hands drop down to our sides. I look back out over the crowd and feel a little calmer, less nervous. Elliot is likely out in that crowd somewhere, but I don’t see him. Instead, I spot the security guy Nick wearing a suit and standing nea
r one of the walls. He catches me looking at him and gives me a quick nod.

  “There’s Nick,” I say, but Carson doesn’t respond. He’s half turned away. I look at him and then follow his gaze across the room.

  An older woman just entered and is surrounded by a group of people, shaking her hand and greeting her. She’s in her seventies, most likely, with distinguished gray hair and a tasteful pantsuit. She looks remarkable for a woman of her age, very poised and in control of herself.

  “Who’s that?” I ask him.

  “That’s my mother,” he says, glancing at me. “That’s Cora Price.”

  “Oh,” I say, looking back at her. She’s not at all what I expected. I thought she’d be younger, but of course she isn’t. Carson is almost forty, she’d have to be in her late seventies at least. “She looks great,” I say.

  “Mother does everything with grace,” he says flatly.

  We stand there for a minute or two until his mother spots him and waves with a sweet smile on her face. She makes her way across the room and Carson walks up to her, meeting her halfway and kissing her on the cheek.

  I miss what they say at first until I join them. Carson turns toward me and gestures. “Mother, this is Kylie. My date.” He emphasizes the last two word.

  Cora Price’s eyes are sea blue and crystal clear. She may be old, but her mind is clearly still sharp as a tack, and I suspect she’s in better physical condition than I am. She looks at me for a moment, clearly appraising me.

  “Lovely to meet you, dear,” she says finally.

  “It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Price.”

  She laughs softly. “Please. Call me Cora.”

  “Okay, Mrs. Price. I mean, Cora, sorry.”

  “She’s very pretty,” she says to Carson. “Where’d you find this one?”

  “In the street,” he says, his face completely expressionless.

  “Of course you did,” she says. “I’ve heard all about her from your brother.”

  “Where is that piece of shit?” he asks her.

  “Skipping out, for some reason,” she answers.

  I squirm slightly, very uncomfortable. I can tell from the tone of her voice that whatever Elliot told her, it was not flattering at all.