Daddy's Baby: A BDSM Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  The risk makes the reward so much better. I can barely think as he keeps working me, and eventually he puts his hand over my mouth, stifling whatever noise I was making. I can’t even hear anything, and if I’m moaning, it’s totally lost on me. I can’t think beyond his cock filling me and his filthy words whispered in my ear.

  “That’s right, girl, take that slick cock. I love your tight little cunt. You taste perfect, feel perfect. I want to beat this pussy up until you fucking scream for more.”

  I can feel it beginning then as my pussy clenches and my core tightens. My muscles are dancing on the edge and I know that I’m going to come. He presses his hand tighter over my mouth and I want to struggle, just because I want to move, but I can’t. He holds me so tightly and my wrists are bound so completely. I can’t get away even if I want to, but I don’t, oh god, I don’t.

  The orgasm explodes through me with an intensity I never imagined before. I see white for a second, completely overtaking my vision as the pleasure rocks through me, making my knees go weak. When my vision comes back, there’s a ringing in my ears and everything feels light, fuzzy, perfect, right. His cock is still buried inside of me, and I know that he’s holding me up, practically keeping me on my feet.

  “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, fucking me slower. “Good girl. That’s right, you did great.”

  I look over my shoulder and he kisses me, deep and full, his cock buried inside of me.

  “Now,” he whispers. “On your knees.”

  He slides himself out of me and I drop to my knees in front of him. He strokes his cock faster, watching me.

  “You’re going to take my fucking cum,” he says. “Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, still floating from my orgasm.

  “Good.” He takes my hair and presses his cock between my lips.

  I start to suck him, working his tip, tongue rolling around. I suck him as fast and as hard as I can, and he’s holding back his groans visibly. I know he’s close as his grip on my hair tightens.

  He pulls back and takes his cock, stroking himself in long and hard motions. I open my mouth as he comes, thick and heavy, onto my tongue and into my throat. I take every drop, swallowing it and loving it. He comes in my mouth right there in the hallway, right where my mother could catch us at any time, and it’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced.

  Slowly, he finishes. I clean him up, licking every drop. When I’m done, he gets me to my feet and we slip back into my room, shutting the door silently behind us.

  He unties my hands. When I’m free, I turn and throw my arms around his neck. He grabs me and pulls me tight against him.

  “That was crazy,” I say softly, smiling.

  “I know. I feel like I might pass out.”

  We move over to my bed and collapse in it together, limbs intertwined.

  “If we got caught...” I say, trailing off.

  “It was worth the risk.” He tips my chin toward him and kisses me softly. “You’re worth the risk, Sydney.”

  I nod and look at him, not sure what he means. I don’t know if this is just sex for him, or if there’s something more. I feel like I know him and like he knows me too. I want him to have me, to take care of me, to truly be my Daddy. But I don’t know if that’s what he wants, too.

  I can’t worry about it, not yet at least. Right now, I just want to feel safe and comfortable in his arms. That was the most intense and incredible sexual experience of my life, and I don’t want to taint it by obsessing about what any of this means.

  He suddenly goes very still and his arms tighten around me. There’s a sound from downstairs, and I can tell he’s straining to listen.

  “What is that?” I ask him.

  The sound comes again, and it sounds like someone is banging against something. There’s suddenly a loud crash, and he’s instantly up and out of the bed.

  “Stay here,” he says. “Don’t move.”

  He pulls his underwear on then disappears from my room. The door shuts behind him, and I hear another crash from downstairs.

  Fear spikes through me, but not the good kind, not the kind of fear I felt a moment ago in the hallway. That was exciting fear, but this is entirely different. My feet feel cold and I don’t know if I could move, even if I wanted to.

  It sounds like someone’s breaking in downstairs. There another crash, louder, and I can hear voices. I don’t know what to think, and terror grips me, pushing aside everything else.

  23

  Connor

  I run into my room, pull on a pair of shorts, and grab my gun. I’m back in the hallway and halfway down the steps by the time I hear the noise again. It’s coming from the back hallway near my exercise room.

  I come down the steps, heart hammering in my chest. I push any thoughts of Sydney or what we just did from my mind and let my training take over.

  I creep down into the kitchen and I notice that the light in my exercise room is on. I head over toward it, walking carefully, gun raised. I slowly reach the door and push it open, gun at the ready, prepared for anything.

  There are three men inside the room. I recognize two of them and I instantly lower my weapon, but I don’t put it away.

  “Sorry to disturb you,” the older man says, stepping toward me. His name is Jonathan and he’s one of the guys I hired to run security for this place.

  The younger guy speaks up. “We caught this fucker sneaking around outside.” His name is Ryan, and I knew him from my SEAL days. He’s another of my hired guys.

  The third man is lying face down on the ground underneath Ryan’s boot, his hands behind his back, his wrists tied up. Some of the weights were knocked off the rack, and it looks like the guy struggled. That explains the noises we heard. I slip my gun into my shorts and cross my arms.

  “You talk to him yet?” I ask Jonathan.

  He shakes his head. “Just the usual telling us to fuck off and threatening us.”

  “But that shit doesn’t work.” Ryan stomps on the guy a little bit.

  I step closer and get a better look at him. Instantly I recognize the man from earlier that day at Julia’s father’s house. It’s the blond man, the one that wanted to pull the trigger pretty badly after I injured his friend.

  “I know you,” I say.

  The guy turns his face to me and sneers. “Guess you remember.”

  “Let him up,” I say to Ryan.

  Ryan frowns. “He’s a strong fucker,” he says. “Put up a big fight.”

  “We’re three against one and armed. He’s not stupid.” I look at the guy. “Are you stupid?”

  “Only sometimes,” he says.

  Ryan sighs and lets him up. The guy sits up, back against the weight bench.

  “What’s your name?” I ask him.

  “Sergei,” he says.

  “Okay, Sergei. Why are you here?”

  “You know why.” He grins at me.

  “Came here to hurt me and my family?”

  “Not hurt,” he says, shaking his head. “Just scare.”

  “How’s that working out for you now, bitch?” Ryan asks.

  I gave him a look and Jonathan grabs Ryan by the shoulder, steering him away. I look back to Sergei who just keeps grinning at me.

  “What am I supposed to do with you now?” I ask him.

  “What can you do?” He shrugs. “Slap on the wrist and let me go.”

  I sigh, shaking my head. “I can’t bring you to the police, that’s for sure. Your boss wouldn’t let the charges stick.” I crouch down in front of him, smiling. “But I sure as fuck can hurt you.”

  “What do you—“

  Before he can finish his sentence, I stand up and kick him in the teeth.

  It feels good to hurt this guy. Maybe it’s not the most mature and grown-up thing I’ve ever done in my life, but kicking him in the face brings me a special kind of pleasure.

  Besides, the guy deserves it. Let’s be real here for a second. Sergei is not a good pe
rson. He works for the mafia, which already puts him pretty down low on the totem pole of nice people. But Sergei himself is a pretty nasty fella. I may not have actual proof of it, but I know guys like Sergei, and I know he wouldn’t hesitate to kick me in similar circumstances.

  He groans and brings his head back forward. He spits blood onto the floor and smiles. “Bad move,” he says. “Now I have to kill you.”

  “It’s weird,” I say, crouching down again. “Guys like you always say that, and yet I’m never afraid.”

  “You should be.”

  “Listen, Sergei. This can go easy for you. What’s Evan planning?”

  “Fuck yourself.”

  “Play ball, Sergei,” I say. “What does your employer have planned for this family?”

  “I was going to show you tonight.” He grins at me, disgusting and bloody. “I was going to sneak in here and hurt that wife of yours.”

  “I doubt that,” I say.

  “I was going to fuck that little girl—“

  I punch him in the nose, and his head snaps back.

  “I wouldn’t talk about her if I were you,” I say.

  He groans, shaking his head. “Fucking asshole. Stop hitting me. Let me finish a sentence.”

  “I’ll let you talk if you have something nice to say. Now, what does your boss know?”

  “Everything, you fucking twat.”

  I sigh, shaking my head. “You’re not helpful.”

  “You want helpful? Bring that girl down here, I’ll—“

  I punch him in the nose again, and this time I hear a satisfying crack.

  “Argh, you fucking cock,” he says. “I think you broke it.”

  He spits blood onto the floor again.

  I frown. “You know that I work out in here, right? You’re making a mess.”

  “You poor—“

  He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because I stand and kick him in the face again.

  Jonathan comes up to me with a frown on his face. “Connor...” He gives me a look.

  “I know, I know,” I say. “Don’t kill him. I know.”

  Sergei, meanwhile, starts cackling like the psychopath he is.

  “Tie him up,” I tell Jonathan. “We’ll dump him back on his employer’s doorstep.”

  “Is that wise?”

  I shake my head. “Not really.”

  He shrugs and sets to trussing up Sergei, who doesn’t give much of a fight. He’s pretty beat up and out of it at this point, which is good.

  I know I just made a serious enemy right there. Sergei is not going to let this go, no matter what happens. I’m just making myself more work for the future.

  I just can’t help myself. That fucking bastard was going to talk about hurting Sydney, and that just can’t be allowed.

  It’s strange, feeling this powerful sense of protectiveness. I’d do anything to keep Sydney safe, I realize, including hurting this mafia guy pretty fucking badly. It doesn’t matter that he’ll come after me in the future, as long as she’s going to be safe.

  My mind finally drifts over to what just happened between me and her as I go into the kitchen. I get a drink of water and stare out the back window.

  Sydney drives me insane. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, bringing her out into the hall like that, but it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. The fucking thrill of possibly being caught by her mother drives me absolutely fucking insane. I can still feel the desire pulsing through me, begging to take her, needing to get another taste. It’s crazy and there’s blood on my knuckles, but I still want her.

  I wash my hands off as Jonathan and Ryan drag Sergei out of the room and out the front door. I hesitate in the kitchen.

  We’re going to drive his ass out to Evan’s house and dump him right on his front step. I’m going to ring the goddamn bell and hopefully wake up his whole fucking family. Maybe they’ll see the monster that he’s becoming and do something about him before it’s too late.

  But it’s more likely he’ll just get more aggressive. I can’t help it, though. Maybe pushing him will force him to make a mistake, or maybe it won’t. I walk down the hall and pause, looking up the stairs.

  Sydney is standing at the top of the steps, looking down at me, a worried expression. She comes halfway down the stairs and I meet her in the middle.

  “What’s happening?” she asks, whispering.

  “Don’t worry. It’s under control.”

  “Who were those men? Was that guy... dead?”

  “No,” I say, shaking my head. “But he should be. And those other men are working for me.”

  “Working for you?” She touches my face. “What’s happening?”

  “I hired some men to watch over us.” I take her hand in mine. “You’re safe. Go to bed.” I kiss her softly on the lips.

  “Okay,” she says. “Just, be careful.”

  I grin at her. “I always am.”

  She hesitates then turns and heads back upstairs. I watch as she disappears into her room.

  I don’t know what I’m going to do about her still, but more and more of me doesn’t want to do a thing. More and more I want to throw myself into whatever relationship is starting to build between us, because it feels right.

  And in this life, I don’t know how many right things I’m going to get. I’ve lived hard and fast for a long time. Even my job is a way to walk that line between death and life. I’ve wanted to dwell in that risky space, to feel that total rush as I defied the odds time and time again, but suddenly I’m not sure I want to keep going there.

  Sydney feels like risk enough. I’m suddenly worried that if I push myself too hard, I’ll lose Sydney. Worse, I’ll hurt her. I’m not sure what any of this means. I’ve never once in my life considered changing my ways just because it was dangerous.

  I used to want the danger. Now, I don’t know what I want.

  I head down the steps and follow the guys outside, still confused, but following through with my plans.

  24

  Sydney

  I sleep fitfully that night and am awake early the next morning. Connor isn’t awake yet, or at least he’s not downstairs, but my mother is sitting at the kitchen table, drinking some coffee.

  I fill up a mug and sit down across from her. “Morning,” I say.

  “Morning.” She’s reading the paper and doesn’t look up.

  I frown down at the table, feeling uncomfortable. I’ve never felt strange around my mother before. In fact, I’ve always felt really close to my mom as long as I can remember. She worked hard and wasn’t always around, but she was a good mother. She didn’t miss anything and was always there for me.

  Suddenly I feel guilty, horribly guilty. It piles down on me like a mudslide. She glances up from her paper and frowns.

  “What’s the matter?” she asks.

  I must have been staring at her. I quickly look away. “Nothing,” I say.

  She gives me a look then goes back to reading the paper. What the hell is wrong with me? Being with Connor is going against her direct wishes. She doesn’t want me getting involved with him for a bunch of reasons. If I get caught with him, it’ll destroy her.

  Hell, I already got caught with him, and it’s just a mater of time before she finds out. She’ll be devastated, absolutely wrecked, and I have no clue what I’m going to do about it. The worst part is, I haven’t stopped and I don’t want to stop. I know I need to back away from Connor, because it’s only going to end up hurting everyone involved, and yet I still want him.

  Maybe I’m just being immature. The right thing to do would be to walk away from Connor for now, at least until this whole issue with my uncle and my grandfather blows over. I sip my coffee, savoring its bitter heat, and take a deep breath.

  “Did you hear some commotion last night?” my mom suddenly asks.

  I freeze and stare at her, horror welling up inside of me. I don’t know what I’ll do if she heard me and Connor.

  “Uh,” I say.


  “Good morning.” Connor suddenly walks into the kitchen, a towel around his shoulders. He’s sweaty and I realize he’s been working out this whole time.

  My mother looks over at him. “I was just talking with Sydney here,” she says. “Did you hear something last night?”

  He nods. “I meant to talk to you about that.”

  “Oh?” She cocks her head, and I’m freaking out.

  “Things got pretty hard last night,” he says, walking over.

  My jaw drops as I stare at him. What the heck is he doing? I want to jump up and wave my hands, make him stop. He can’t tell my mother about the sex we had right in the hallway. That’s just way too messed up, even for this crazy situation.

  She raises an eyebrow. “Hard?”

  He nods. “Things got a little rough. But I handled it.” He looks at me and smiles. “Sydney was good about it, too.”

  I want to freaking scream. “Uh, Connor?”

  “What do you mean?” Mom asks.

  “My guys found one of your brother’s men lurking around the house,” Connor says. “I had to rough the guy up a bit. Sydney woke up during it, but she was brave.”

  I suddenly breathe out a sigh of relief as my mother’s gaze turns toward me. “Is this true?” she asks.

  I nod once. “It’s true.”

  “How didn’t I wake up?”

  “We handled it,” Connor says.

  Mom frowns. “I don’t want Sydney anywhere near this stuff.”

  “Don’t worry, Mom. Connor made me stay in my room. He handled it, not me.”

  “Well,” she says, looking back to him. “Thank you. What happened?”

  “We took him back to your brother’s. Dumped him on the front steps.”

  Her eyes widen. “You did what?”

  “We dumped him on the steps of your brother’s house.” Connor grins.

  “That’s unacceptable,” Mom says, getting her angry look.

  I take this opportunity to stand. “I’ll let you two talk,” I say, and quickly head outside with my coffee.