Your Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I turn and end up on my stomach, facing the edge of the bed. He grunts and runs his hands down my back, cupping my ass, before sliding his fingers up along my pussy. I groan as he rubs me like that, and I lift my hips so that he can get me more easily.

  I close my eyes, pleasure rocking through me. But suddenly he stops, and when I look back up, he brings his belt down on my ass.

  He doesn’t hit me hard, but I gasp, surprised. He smirks at me. “You thought this was going to be all fun?” he asks.

  I whimper a little. “I didn’t know.”

  He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down. His cock is hard as hell as he pulls off his briefs. He strokes himself with one hand and hits me again with the belt with the other, a little bit harder. I gasp at the thwack of the leather on my skin.

  He releases the belt and then goes back to rubbing my pussy, mingling pleasure with pain. After a second of that, he smacks me twice more, making me gasp and then making me moan again.

  “Good,” he whispers. “Now, open your mouth, little slut.”

  I do as he commands. He slides his cock into my mouth, between my lips, and down my throat. I gag slightly, but when I do, he whips me.

  I suck his cock, his hips pumping into my mouth. I groan as he whips me again, his cock in my mouth, and pleasure rocks through me. I’m more aroused than I ever have been before. I can’t believe it, but getting my ass whipped by my daddy’s belt turns me on so much, especially with his cock in my mouth.

  He releases the belt and pulls his cock from my mouth, rubbing my pussy again. I moan loudly, losing myself in this moment. He grabs my hips and pulls me up onto my knees, feeling my breasts from behind as he removes my bra. He unties my wrists and brings my arms in front of me and above before binding my wrists again and tying them to the bed’s upper canopy.

  I’m kneeling with my hands tied above my head as he grabs the belt again. He whips my ass twice.

  “Look at your perfect skin,” he says. “All red from my belt. Do you like that, Kylie?” he asks.

  “I don’t know,” I moan. “I don’t know what I like right now.”

  “Good,” he says. He takes my panties and slides them off of me, leaving me completely naked. “Spread your legs.”

  I do as he commands. He gets down on his back and slides himself underneath me, and begins to lick my pussy. I groan, my head tossed back as he works my clit, sucking and licking me, bringing pleasure roaring back, overwhelming the pain, mixing it all in my mind.

  After a moment of that, he slides himself further down, until his cock is directly beneath me. I have enough room that I could lower myself down onto him, but I don’t know what I’m allowed to do.

  “Good,” he says. “You’re learning.”

  I look over my shoulder at him. “I just want to do whatever my daddy tells me.”

  “Then ride that fucking cock, girl, and shut your mouth.”

  I gasp as he grabs my hips and pulls me down, sliding his cock up and deep inside of me. The pain is less intense this time, and I get used to his size much faster as I begin to writhe and work my hips, riding his cock as he thrusts into me.

  It feels incredible to be tied up like this while he fucks me, hips pumping into my pussy. I work down against him, grinding down and riding him, working his big cock. He slaps my ass as I move, my pussy dripping wet, sliding along his thick shaft.

  “That’s right,” he groans. “You’re a bad little slut, aren’t you? Riding my fucking cock. You wanted to run away, but now you’re tied up in your room. This is what you deserve.”

  “Yes,” I gasp, head tossed back. “I deserve this.”

  “Your tight little cunt deserves to get fucked, spread wide, destroyed. You want me to break your little pussy wide open, don’t you?”

  “Rip me apart,” I moan, deep and guttural, surprising myself.

  He grunts with pleasure and tears into me, fucking me hard. I work back against him, hair spilling down my back, sweat dripping along my body. He suddenly grabs my hips, stopping the pleasure, and pulls out, rolling to the side. He gets up on his knees, unties the ropes from the canopy top, and transfers them to the headboard. He ties me up there, wrists still together. I hold onto it as he pulls my legs open.

  I look over my shoulder and watch him take his belt across my ass again. I gasp, pain coming through my mind, but groan as he presses his cock deep inside of me.

  “Oh fuck,” I say, confused by the sensation.

  He starts fucking me slowly. He whips my ass again which makes me buck back against him harder, wanting more pleasure to counteract the pain. It’s all so intense that I can barely tell the two sensation apart. He whips me again, and again, as he fucks me harder, cock splitting me wide.

  I can feel the orgasm working up my spine. I know I can’t stop it even if I tried at this point. He whips me again, pumping deep into me, and I’m ready for the climax, I need it. He fucks me rough, deep, like an animal, and my moans are coming out fast and unreserved.

  The orgasm tears through me then. He slaps my ass with the belt one more time, this time hard, just as the orgasm creeps up my spine and crests. The pain and the orgasm mix in my brain and explode through my body, making it so intense that I can barely stand it. I try to squirm away but he doesn’t let me, keeping the pleasure going, ripping into me with his thick cock.

  Slowly I can stand the pleasure as it softens in intensity. I look over my shoulder at him, panting and covered in sweat, but he groans and grabs my hair. He rips into me, long and hard thrusts, and groans.

  He comes deep inside of my pussy. I gasp as I feel him fill me, moaning to encourage him, wanting every drop of him.

  We finish together, and slowly he unties me. We collapse onto the bed and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

  “That wasn’t too much?” he asks me.

  I shake my head. “Not at all,” I say, and giggle softly. “That last one. Wow.”

  He smiles. “I thought you’d like that.”

  “I didn’t know it could feel so... intense.”

  “I can show you more. A lot more. But I thought that was a good step.”

  I kiss his lips softly. “Perfect.”

  He holds me tight like that, and I know I made the right decision. I know that running away wasn’t the right thing to do. Running away wouldn’t have solved anything or made it any easier for him, and I would have been depriving both of us of whatever this is.

  I’m glad I didn’t get on that plane. I’m thankful that he came for me. And I hope I’ll keep him coming as long as I can.

  Carson

  I wake early the next morning, a beautiful Saturday sunrise peeking through the trees. I stand at the large window, looking out over my land, and can’t help but smile.

  I feel like whatever is happening between Kylie and I just went to the next level last night. And it wasn’t just because of the sex.

  The fact that I chased her down at the airport and brought her back says a lot about how I feel about her. It’s a little scary and intimidating, but I actually really like it. I want to keep her around and have absolutely no desire to move on to the next best thing, which is what I’ve felt in the past. I finally feel like I found someone that can keep my attention, and she just happens to be much, much younger than me.

  We did something that I haven’t done in a long time after our session, after the ties came off. It surprised me this morning, actually physically surprised me, but it happened.

  I fell asleep in her bed. We slept together all night, bodies pressed close, and I didn’t want to leave. I woke up in the middle of the night and could have snuck out back to my bed, but I was so comfortable with her pressed against me that I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

  I never sleep overnight with women. That’s part of my rules, or at least it used to be. I would make sure they left by the morning, and I always slept in a different bed. I thought I was going to do that with Kylie, and I mostly did. Until Kylie came into my life, at le
ast.

  It just feels right, sleeping in the same bed as her. It’s so intimate, but I can’t deny the comfort or the feeling it gives me. I feel secure, safe, and cozy in a way I didn’t think was possible.

  It seems like a little thing, sleeping in the same bed as someone, but it means a lot to me.

  I wonder if she even realizes what that meant. I want to tell her, but I don’t know how to put it into words. It’ll make me sound strange or weird, telling her that I never share my bed with women. I’m already worried about pushing her too hard.

  There’s so much going on, and she already ran once. I’m worried she might do it again if things don’t start to turn around and go better. I want to prove to her that she has nothing to worry about, that she’s not a distraction, that I can win this battle and still keep her close. For me, I feel like I have no other option.

  I pull my phone from my pocket, feeling resolved, and dial my brother’s cell. It rings twice before he picks up.

  “Carson,” he says. “I was just thinking about you.”

  “Funny coincidence,” I say. “I missed you at the event last night.”

  “Oh, I know. Mother told me all about it.”

  “I’m sure she did.”

  “I’ve been very busy, myself. Did you know that someone vandalized my private office?”

  I smile to myself. “Did they?” I ask vaguely.

  “Of course, I’m sure you’re aware. Myron said he saw you there.”

  “Did he?” I can’t help it as my smile grows larger.

  Elliot’s tone changes. His voice gets more sinister. “Do you think that little stunt will stop me?” he asks softly.

  “No, not at all,” I say. “But I think what I stole might.”

  He laughs. “I don’t think so.”

  ”You’re in bed with Myron, and I can already tell the deal is rotten. You think that’s going to stay buried?”

  “Might not,” he agrees. “But you’re not the man that’s going to uncover anything.”

  “I disagree. I’m the man that stole your documents, Elliot. I’m the man that’s going to destroy you.”

  “I thought we were brothers,” he says, mock-hurt.

  “We were. Years ago. But you decided that anger and petty jealousy were more important than blood, and I’ve finally given up trying to change your mind.”

  “Good!” he exclaims, laughing, and he sounds genuinely joyous. “Oh god, that’s so good. I’m so happy to hear you say that, brother.”

  “Why?” I ask, head cocked. He sounds genuinely deranged.

  “Oh, a special reason. A reason you’ll see very soon.”

  I frown to myself. I don’t like this, not at all. He sounds too confident, too happy, and too excited. He should be worried right now. I do know enough to figure out what’s happening between him and Myron, and there’s no way it won’t hurt him pretty badly, at least in my father’s regard. That’s what matters, anyway, right now.

  Suddenly, I notice the morning sunlight crest over the mountains and glint off of something in the tree line at the edge of my property. I squint, trying to see what it is, but the reflection disappears as soon as I appeared.

  Something is out there, I realize. Something probably man-made, too, if it’s reflecting light like that. I step away from the window just as cracks begin to form in the glass.

  “See that, brother?” Elliot whispers in my ear.

  “What?” I ask, staring at the cracks. There’s a perfect round hole in the center of the splintered spider web. I stumble back away from the window when another hole appear, this one closer to me.

  “What’s going on?” I ask him.

  “We’re finishing this, brother. I’ve been preparing this surprise for you all night. I’ll see you on the other side.” He hangs up without another word.

  I stare at the holes in the window, my brain taking a while to catch up with my eyes. I drop my phone on the ground and have only one thought: Kylie.

  Gunfire bursts and flares up outside. I hear shouts and yells, and my first instinct is to run into the front closet and grab my indoors axe. I get it, though I know it won’t help, just as Nick throws open the garage door.

  “Armed men,” he says, face set in a deadly grimace. He’s bleeding from a wound in his arm. “You need to get out of here, Carson.”

  “My brother,” I say, hefting the axe onto my shoulder.

  “Him and a bunch of men, well-hidden, and well-armed. We’re holding them back, but I don’t know how long we can last. Get in your truck and make a run for it.”

  “I can’t leave you all behind,” I say, shaking my head.

  “Protect the girl,” he growls at me. “Save yourself. You can get revenge for us.”

  “How?” I shake my head. “I don’t have the muscle.”

  “No muscle,” he says, and points at a square on his chest. “Cameras. Each of my men. They’re all recording this and uploading it wirelessly to a server.” He takes a card from his pocket along with a pen, and then writes something down on it. “Go to this address. Use this password. Get the videos and nail this bastard.”

  I take the card, nodding numbly, not sure what to do. I want to help them, fight with them, and maybe die alongside them. I never wanted any of this, and can’t imagine running.

  But he’s right. I have the resources to destroy Elliot, but if I die, it all dies with me.

  “Good luck,” I say to him.

  He nods, readying his weapon, and heads back outside.

  The gunfire ebbs and wanes and starts back up as the fighting continues. I hate that I’m turning my back on the fighting and not helping, but he’s right. I have something more important to worry about.

  I shoulder the axe and head toward Kylie’s room, determined to see this through.

  Kylie

  I wake up to what sounds like fireworks going off all around the house.

  I groan and roll out of bed. Carson is gone, but that doesn’t surprise me. He slept all night with me, but he’s an early riser, and I’m sure he was letting me sleep in. But I don’t understand what this damn racket is.

  I pull on a pair of pants and a sweater, and as I’m about to leave the room, Carson suddenly bursts inside.

  I stumble back. His eyes are wide and he’s holding his axe in his right hand. “Kylie,” he says. “Get dressed. We have to go.”

  Fear lances through me at the expression on his face. “What’s happening?” I ask.

  “Dress,” he growls. “Warm. Hurry.”

  He pushes me gently toward my bureau and I do as he commands. He walks over to the windows and peers out of them as the fireworks continue to go off.

  I stand there for a moment, listening to the noise outside. Instantly and all at once, I realize that I’m not listening to fireworks. They’re going on too long and are way too consistently to be fireworks.

  It’s gunfire. I pause and stare at Carson for a second, shocked.

  “Carson, what’s happening?” I ask him. “Are those gunshots?”

  He nods grimly. “My brother,” he says.

  “What?” I can hardly understand it.

  He walks over to me and leans the axe up against the wall. He puts his hands on my shoulders and looks into my eyes.

  “Listen to me, Kylie. We’re going to survive this. I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?”

  I nod, terrified. “Okay,” I say.

  “Trust me. Please trust me. Because I fell in love with you, and now I won’t let you go.

  “I love you too,” I whisper.

  He kisses me hard and deep, hands wrapped in my hair, and I press myself against him. I feel desperate and afraid but elated. Through the fear, I feel something else, something even stronger. I didn’t know I could feel this way, but it’s there. It’s love, and it’s going to get me through this.

  I know I’ll get through it. Carson will keep me safe.

  The kiss breaks off and he grabs his axe again, resuming his place near the
window. I finish dressing, boots and everything. “Come on,” he says. We head back into the main house when suddenly the huge glass window is shattered.

  Carson shoves me to the ground and falls on top of me. The kitchen is torn apart by bullets, smashing through the shelves and the appliances. When it stops, he pulls me to my feet.

  “Garage!” he yells.

  I run with him right on my heels. I reach the garage door and throw it open.

  Standing there, with a wicked grin on his face, is Declan. He’s Elliot’s right-hand man. I remember him from that night he harassed us out in the street. He’s bleeding from a wound on his forehead as he slowly raises his gun.

  “There you are, pretty girl,” he says.

  Carson yanks my sweater from behind, throwing me to the side, and he charges out. Declan curses, but it’s too late. Carson brings the axe down in a fast, deadly arc, slamming it into his chest.

  Declan screams and fires his gun, but it goes off wildly. Carson kicks him in the gut, sending him to the ground, and grabs the axe. He tears it out of Declan’s body.

  I stare at them, horrified. There’s so much blood, way more than I thought there’d be. Carson grabs my arm and pulls me along. We stumble through the blood, and I can’t stop staring at the axe.

  The garage door is open, and outside men are fighting. I can see Nick and a few of his guys hiding out behind an overturned jeep, firing off into the woods, as several men try to get around them. I guess Declan made a dash for the garage and just barely made it, based on the way he looked.

  Carson yells something, but I can’t hear a thing. The gunfire is deafening. He grabs me and drags me to the truck, throwing the door open and shoving me inside. I can barely move, like a lump, but I manage to get into the seat and strap myself in.

  Carson gets into the other seat and tosses the axe into the back. He starts the engine.

  “Hold on,” he says.

  “What about them?” I ask.

  He looks at me grimly. “This is how it has to be.”

  “Carson—“

  “No,” he says. “Don’t fight me. If we stay, we’ll die. If we survive, we can still fight. Do you understand? Nick wants this.”