Daddy's Baby: A BDSM Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I toss my hair back, moans escaping my lips uncontrollably, and I lose myself. I let myself go, let myself drop into the inky blackness of the blindfold. I stop stressing, stop worrying, and the world melts away until I’m nothing but a pinprick of pleasure emanating up my core.

  It’s an incredible feeling. I’m at the mercy of this man, and maybe I should be afraid, but I’m not. That control only heightens the pleasure that’s rolling down my spine.

  He slaps my ass again, this time hard, and I feel him stand up. He roughly grabs my hair and pulls me from the window, dragging me into the living room again.

  He pushes me down to my knees and I hear his pants unzip. A second later, he grabs my hair and tilts my head back.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I do as he says and a second later I feel his cock teasing my lips before sliding down into my throat. I gag slightly but I don’t back down, I start sucking his cock faster.

  “This is your punishment,” he growls at me. “You’ve been such a filthy fucking girl but now? Now you’re going to be clean again once I come in your pretty throat.”

  I suck him faster, moans escaping my lips. I reach up with my bound hands and take his shaft between them, marveling at his thickness, his length. He’s so hard as I suck him, letting his cock slide down my throat, not caring if it makes me gag. I don’t care how I look, I don’t care about anything. I just want him to use me up. Make me feel good.

  He pulls back and stands me up again, walking me somewhere. I suddenly feel the back of the couch as he bends me over it, spreading my legs wide. He slaps my ass nice and hard.

  “Who owns you?” he asks me.

  “You do,” I gaps.

  He spanks me hard. “Say my name.”

  “Declan.”

  “Wrong.” He spanks me even harder, twice on each cheek.

  I gasp and moan as I feel his fingers shove roughly up my pussy. “What’s my name?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Daddy,” I moan.

  His fingers instantly slide back out of me and a moment later, I feel his cock thrust up deep into my pussy.

  I gasp, tossing my head back. He grabs my hair and pulls harder, forcing me back and down his hard cock. I slide along him until he fills me, every inch of him buried in my pussy. He grunts and I love it, I love hearing that.

  “Fuck, your pussy is perfect,” he says. “I’ve been dreaming about this cunt. Coming inside of it, ripping it to pieces, fucking it until you scream.” He thrusts once, twice, hard. His hands grip my hair, pulling me, and I dig my fingers into the cushion of the couch.

  His thrusts shake my whole body as the glow of pleasure intensifies from a pinprick into an entire avalanche. It travels down my spine, through my pelvis, and spreads throughout my arms and legs. I’m a glowing, ringing bell of pleasure as he rocks into me, his thick cock spreading me open.

  “I can do whatever I want with you,” he says. “You’re blind and tied up. You’re at my mercy.”

  “Yes,” I gasp and moan.

  “And you fucking like it, don’t you?” He pulls my hair back. “Tell me you like it.”

  “God, I like it.”

  I feel his cock slide out of me as he drops to his knees again, sucking and licking my pussy. He stands again and grabs my wrists, dragging me away from the couch. I follow him blindly, stumbling along after him, dripping wet and practically moaning for more. I hate that he’s making me wait, parading me around his apartment like I’m some pet.

  We stop again and I suddenly feel some kind of hard pole. It’s wood with some texture to it, like a carving.

  “Grab on,” he says, and I feel him move away from me.

  It’s silent for a minute. I stand there, blind and holding onto this pole, not sure what to do. I’m ringing with desire and passion but I’m also starting to worry, starting to feel afraid. I can’t help but wonder if he left me, maybe he just left me here alone. Or maybe he’s taking pictures of me right now, or maybe someone else is. I can feel my fear and paranoia starting to grow.

  “Don’t be afraid,” he whispers, and I feel his strong hands on my wrists again. He has another piece of cloth and I feel him tying me to the wood post.

  “I thought you left.”

  “I just went to get this.” He finishes and I’m completely attached. “How’s that?”

  “Good,” I say.

  He chuckles softly, and his hands are all over my body again. Teasing, touching, tasting me, and suddenly everything is twice as intense as it was before. It’s like the fear heightened everything else.

  I feel him slide up behind me, his cock teasing me, before he thrusts once into my pussy.

  “Do you know where you are?” he asks me.

  “No,” I moan as he grinds his cock inside.

  “You’re in my bedroom right now. You’re tied to my bed.”

  I want to peek so badly. I want to see the room where he sleeps. I barely remember it from the first time, and I want to confirm my memories.

  “But you don’t get to see it,” he whispers in my ear. “Not yet. Not until you earn it.”

  He starts to fuck me then, fast and uncontrollable. It’s what I’ve been wanting this whole time, but he’s been holding back, teasing me. He pounds into my pussy, pumping into my tight spot, railing into me. I take his big dick gladly, moans screaming from my lips.

  “That’s right, girl,” he groans, grabbing my hair, slapping my ass. “Come on my fucking cock. I’m giving you permission. Get off for me, you filthy fucking girl.”

  I feel it building up inside of me, growing between my legs as he thrusts, and I start to lose control. All of the intensity of the night, the fear and insecurity and pure unbridled pleasure, it’s almost too much for me. I grip the post to keep on my feet.

  I feel his hands on my hips, supporting me as he fucks me, not holding back. I come hard on his cock, the orgasm exploding through my body like a bomb. I can hardly breathe, I’m gasping for air, but nothing else matters but the orgasm.

  “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Good fucking girl.”

  I’m panting, drenched in sweat. I feel him untie my hands from the post. He turns me and pushes me to my knees.

  “One more thing,” he says, and I reach up with my tied hands eagerly. I open my mouth and take his cock between my lips and suck him fast and hard.

  I want it so badly I can already taste it, salty and warm on my tongue. I suck him faster, pushing myself, sliding along his cock. I suck him messy but I don’t care, I can’t see it, all I can hear are his moans and all I can do is tease his cock. He presses himself down my throat, strong and controlling, and I feel him grunting.

  He comes then, thick ropes of it hitting the back of my throat. I gag but swallow, not wasting a single drop as he groans.

  “Fucking hell, Teagan,” he says, joy in his voice. He finishes, and I feel him step away. A moment later, he helps me to my feet.

  I go to remove the blindfold, but he stops me. “One more thing.”

  He leads me into another room, and this time I recognize a bathroom. I feel the tile beneath my feet, hear the echoes of our movements. He shuts the door and turns on the shower, and once the steam starts to touch my skin, he pulls off the blindfold.

  I blink against the sudden light. He smiles at me and unties my wrists.

  “You did good,” he says.

  “I did?”

  He nods and pulls me against him. He kisses me before we step into the shower together, kissing and touching, cleaning each other, tender and gentle and good.

  “I have no clothes to go home in,” I say to him with a laugh.

  “Don’t worry. I have clothes for you.” He kisses my neck. “I have whatever you need.”

  I kiss him back, ringing with pleasure and joy and I don’t ever want this moment to end. I don’t ever want to leave this shower.

  But of course, nothing lasts forever, and soon the real world comes flooding back in.

  17

 
Declan

  That night was the culmination of everything we’ve been building together and yet it still feels… incomplete.

  After we showered, I got her dressed and took her home. I kissed her on her doorstep and said goodnight, but I wanted to go back and say something else.

  I wanted to admit that I know the truth about Felix, but I don’t know how to do that without causing more drama. I can’t admit to her that I paid a private investigator to go digging around into her life. She’d get angry and frankly she’d have every right to be pissed. Even if she lied to me first, it doesn’t excuse having someone dig into her life. I should just leave her alone and let her secrets stay secrets.

  But if she’s going to be mine and I’m going to be her Daddy, I can’t have any secrets.

  Now I have to figure out what the hell to do with this information. The next week, we text and talk on the phone every day, but we don’t see much of each other. Teagan turns down a few invitations to go out, mostly because our preliminary hearing is coming up.

  I know our lawyers are burying her in paperwork. Part of me wants to order them to back off, just so that I can have her all to myself, but I know I can’t do that. So I give her a pass for a few days, let her get some work done. Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out what to do about Felix.

  “Hey, you ever wonder what it would be like if you had a son you didn’t know about?”

  Reid looks up from the file he’s reading, surprised. “What?”

  “I mean, imagine you got a random woman pregnant.”

  “I’d rather not.” He leans back in his chair. We’re sitting at the conference room table, going over current and future plans. We do this at least once or twice a week, or at least we always try to when we’re both in town.

  “Just play along, asshole.”

  He sighs, giving me a look. “Well, I don’t know,” he admits. “I’m not the fathering type. Why, did you get someone pregnant?”

  “No,” I lie to him. “I’ve just been thinking about it.”

  “Thinking about getting someone pregnant?”

  “No, I mean, if it happened.”

  “Look, just wear a condom, okay?”

  I grin at him. “Take your own advice, asshole.”

  He shrugs, grinning right back. “Look, you want a real answer?”

  “Please,” I say, gesturing to him.

  “I’d step up and try to marry her.”

  “Marry her?” I’m a little surprised. Reid is worse than I am when it comes to being a bachelor, and that’s pretty bad.

  “Yeah, I mean, it’s a big responsibility. And it’d be up to me to give them a good life, right? Might as well make it real first.”

  “How very...”

  “Noble?” he says, cutting me off.

  “I was going to say old-fashioned.”

  He spins his pen between his fingers. “That’s just me, I guess. A child’s a real responsibility… imagine growing up without a father.”

  I glance down at my papers and shuffle them between my hands. “Good point.”

  He drops his pen and leans forward. “You sure you didn’t get someone pregnant?”

  I laugh and pour myself some water. “Positive. Let’s get back to work.”

  He gives me a look but says nothing, and we drop the subject completely.

  What he said sticks with me for the next couple days. I don’t push Teagan to spend time with me, since I know she’s busy. Wednesday and Thursday come and go, and finally Friday rolls around.

  All day at work, I think about marrying her. That’s not really my style, that old-fashioned thing, but maybe Reid had a point. Maybe it would be better for Teagan and Felix. I mean, Felix is my son, and I don’t want him to grow up without a father. Marrying Teagan would make it so much easier, although parents do raise children without being married all the time. Still, I could provide for her, take care of her, and I’m already her Daddy. Getting married would just make it official.

  I can’t stop thinking about it, imagining what it would be like. I can’t decide if I want it or if I’m just confused about being a father. But I do know one thing, I need to see Teagan again, and I’m sick of hearing her excuses.

  When the end of the day rolls around, I call for my car and we go stake out Teagan’s house. I shoot her a text around five o’clock, asking her how her day’s going.

  “Almost done on time for once,” she sends back. “Probably heading home by six.”

  “Marta has Felix?” I ask.

  “She does. Since when do you ask about him?”

  I glance out the window and catch sight of her house across the street. “Curious. Taking an interest in your life,” I send back. I smile to myself, excitement coursing through my veins.

  “Well, I wish I could see you tonight, but I’m swamped. As you’re well aware.”

  “That’s okay,” I answer, staring at her house. “I’ll see you soon enough.”

  I slip my phone back into my jacket pocket and look up at my driver. “Andrey, mind putting up the divider?”

  He nods. “Of course, sir.” He slides the divider up, and I’m alone in the back seat. I’m thankful that I sprung for the total privacy model of this car, which means that the divider is totally soundproof and utterly black, and the windows back here are tinted dark, so basically nobody can see inside, not even Andrey. And he’s sitting a couple feet away from me.

  I switch on some music, something easy and soothing but still exciting. I end up playing The War On Drugs. Their new album courses through the speakers, a wall of sound, upbeat and still somehow calming. I settle back into my seat and I wait.

  This isn’t what I normally do. I’m not the kind of man that waits around for someone, let alone for a woman. But Teagan seems to have forgotten what she is, and I need to remind her.

  Fortunately I don’t have to wait long. Forty minutes slip past, and I suddenly spot Teagan coming down the street.

  I reach forward and hit the button to lower the divider. “Andrey, drive up next to her.” I point at Teagan.

  “Of course,” he says. I slide the divider back up, cutting us off.

  We pull into the street and Andrey navigates up next to Teagan, sliding in just in front of her.

  I smirk to myself. It’s perfect.

  She looks at the car, a confused smile on her face. I throw open the door and jump out, walking toward her.

  “Declan, what are you?—“

  But her question is cut off as I grab her. She lets out a surprised gasp as I pick her up and carry her to my car.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, struggling slightly. “Put me down!”

  I put her down and push her into the car. “Get in.”

  “Declan!”

  “In,” I repeat.

  She slides into the seat and I follow her. I slam the door shut behind me, and Andrey pulls out into traffic. He was instructed to start driving aimlessly as soon as Teagan got into the car until I told him otherwise.

  Teagan looks at me, eyes wide. “What are you doing, Declan?”

  “Not Declan,” I say, pressing her against the window. I put one hand on her throat, the other stroking up her thigh. She’s wearing a tight skirt and I love the way it moves up her skin, slowly revealing her little light blue panties.

  “Declan?” Her eyes go wide as my fingers find her pussy. I roughly yank her panties down, ripping them in the process. My grip on her throat tightens as I slide my fingers hard inside of her.

  “Oh shit,” she gasps. “Declan.”

  “That’s not what you call me.”

  She lets out a moan as I press my fingers all the way inside of her. She’s struggling slightly but I pin her against the door harder.

  “Daddy,” she groans.

  My grip around her throat relaxes. She gasps and groans as my fingers start fucking her. I remove my hand from around her neck and grab her hair, pulling her head back.

  “You think you’re too busy for me?” I ask he
r softly. “You think you can ignore this?”

  “No,” she moans. “The case. You know.”

  I smirk, loving this moment. I pull her hair harder. “You need to get home, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she says. “Please, let me go home.”

  “No.” I press my fingers harder, fucking her roughly. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  I release her hair and slide my fingers from her pussy. I unbuckle my belt and pull down my slacks, my cock hard against my black boxer briefs. I grab her hair again and pull her face down into my lap. She struggles but I spread down her back and spank her ass hard.

  “Don’t fight me,” I say. “You’re mine, remember? I can do whatever I want with you.”

  She fumbles at my boxer briefs and manages to get my cock out. I bury it down her throat and she gags. I slap her ass again as she starts sucking me, two hands wrapped around my shaft, tongue and lips doing work along my tip.

  “That’s right, girl,” I say, making her take me down her throat again. “Gag on that fucking cock. You’ve been ignoring your Daddy and now you need to be punished.”

  I slap her ass hard and she moans with my dick down her throat. “Daddy,” she gasps, pulling back. “I didn’t mean to.”

  “You want to apologize?” I pull her head, tipping her head back. She groans, staring into my eyes.

  “Please,” she says. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

  “Don’t fucking say it. Show me how sorry you are.”

  I release her hair and she gets to work. I watch as she greedily takes my cock in her mouth sucking me fast and hard. I love how sloppy and intense she gets, enjoying every moment of my big cock in her pretty little mouth. Pleasure rings through me and I press her down, filling her up, making her gag.

  She pulls back, stroking me with both hands. “Come in my mouth,” she says to me.

  “No,” I say. “I’m coming inside that tight cunt of yours.” I grab her hair and pull her over toward me. I kiss her full and deep as she climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. I yank her panties out of the way, pulling them completely off as I tease her pussy.

  Slowly she slides down my length, gasping. I bite her lower lip as I fill her, making her moan. Once I’m fully inside, I slap her ass, lifting her skirt up over her hips in the process.