Daddy's Baby: A BDSM Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  He expertly wraps the belt around my wrists, binding them together. It’s tight but not too tight, and I can’t move them. He walks around me slowly, looking at me as I’m kneeling on his living room floor.

  I’m suddenly very aware of him, of every move he makes. I’m so excited that I can barely think. He pulls his shirt off and slowly removes his pants until he’s just standing there in his boxer briefs. His body is immaculate, amazing, ripped and gorgeous. He has tattoos, which doesn’t surprise me.

  He steps forward and takes my chin, lifting it up. “Little Sadie,” he says. “Here’s your last chance. If you’re afraid and want to back out, I’d do it now. Because after this,” he smirks at me, “you won’t want to.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper.

  “Good girl.” He steps back from me and pulls down his boxer briefs, revealing his long, thick cock.

  I stare at it, completely shocked. He’s bigger and thicker than I’ve ever seen before. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t sure if I could handle a guy like him.

  “Gavin…” I say softly.

  He grins at me. “I warned you,” he says.

  I realize my mistake, but too late. He goes behind me and gently pushes me forward until my face is against his rug, my ass in the air, my hands tied behind my back.

  “Daddy!” I gasp as he slaps my ass, hard. He spanks me again and again. It stings, but just before it starts to hurt, he presses his fingers deep inside of my pussy.

  I groan, shocked at how the sudden pleasure counteracts the pain. In fact, the pain seems to make the pleasure that much sweeter. He slides his fingers in and out of me for a few moments, getting me to moan and twist my hips. He pulls them back out then gets me back up on my knees.

  “Good girl,” he says softly. “That’s your punishment.” He stands in front of me, stroking his long, thick cock, and grins. “Now, open up.”

  I do as I’m told, opening my mouth. He slides his thick cock between my lips and I groan a little bit. He’s so thick and long, I can barely get him inside my mouth.

  He wraps his hands through my hair as I start to suck his cock, sliding up and down his thick shaft.

  “That’s right, use those little virgin lips to suck my cock,” he whispers. “God damn, you look so sexy down on your knees. Do you like being tied up for me?”

  I moan and nod as I keep sucking him. I’m totally lost in the moment, not thinking clearly, not caring about anything at all. The only thing I care about is Gavin, my Daddy, at this moment.

  He presses his cock deeper into my mouth, sliding into my throat. I gag a little and he pulls back, smirking at me.

  “You have to learn to take my cock into your throat,” he says gently.

  I nod my head, eyes tearing up a bit, but I want it so badly. He slides his cock forward again, and this time, before I can gag, I suppress it.

  “Good,” he says. “Fuck, that’s good. I love feeling your throat around my fucking cock.”

  I let him slide himself as deep as he can. I can’t take him all, I just don’t think that’s physically possible, but I get most of it in before he slides back out. I gasp and groan a little bit. I manage to get him back in my mouth and I suck his tip, greedily wanting him.

  “Legs spread,” he commands me. I obey, sitting up on my knees, spreading my legs wide. “Look at those fucking hips,” he says. “And that back. You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”

  He pulls his cock back and steps away, looking at me while stroking himself. He tips my chin toward him and kisses my lips slightly.

  “Are you ready?” he asks me.

  “I don’t know,” I admit, my heart suddenly beating fast in my chest.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he says. “At least at first. I promise.”

  I nod my head once, and I realize that I’m afraid. I don’t know why I’d be afraid. I know he’ll take care of me. I know it’s going to feel good.

  But it’s my first time, and I’m still nervous. Plus, his cock is so big, I’m afraid he’ll rip me in half.

  He reaches behind me and pulls off the belt, freeing my hands. He then grabs me, pulls me to my feet, and lifts me into his arms. I laugh as he carries me into the bedroom.

  “Here we go,” he says, putting me down on top of his comforter. “This is where your first time should be.”

  I bite my lip and look at him as he pulls my panties off. I’m completely naked with him, though I don’t feel self-conscious at all.

  He spreads my legs wide then teases my pussy with his fingers. He presses two inside of me, nice and deep, sliding them in and out. I watch him as little moans escape my lips.

  “Good,” he says. “Nice and soaking wet. You’re going to need it.”

  I bite my lip again, harder this time, as he presses his cock against my pussy. He leans down and cups my head in one hand, kissing me hard on the mouth.

  I’m nervous, my heart hammering in my chest, but this is it. I want it so badly. I’m so tired of being a virgin girl. I want to grow up, move on with my life, and become a woman. This is part of that, and I can’t imagine a better man to help me than my Daddy.

  He presses himself inside of me, and I gasp. It hurts, just like I knew it would. He slides himself inside slowly.

  “Relax,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “Just relax. Let me do the work.”

  I nod and turn my head to the side. He gives me a bit of the comforter and I bite down on it as he slides himself inside of me.

  I groan, shocked that he can even fit inside of me. After a moment, he’s deep in my pussy, and I look back at him, tears in my eyes.

  He kisses them away. “No crying,” he says softly. “You’re my girl now.”

  “I’m not crying,” I say, smiling a little bit. “It just hurt, that’s all.”

  “It’s okay.” He kisses my neck, slowly pulling back. “God damn, you feel so fucking good.”

  He slides himself back out and slowly presses back in. This time, it doesn’t hurt as badly. In fact, it actually feels a little good.

  I’m shocked. He slides back out and slowly slides back in, kissing my lips, my neck, talking gently in my ear. At first, it hurt like hell, but as he keeps moving, slowly but surely, it starts to feel good.

  After a few more strokes, the pleasure starts to totally outweigh the pain. Little moans begin to escape my lips as he slowly moves a little bit faster, a little bit deeper. He spreads my legs wider and takes my hands, pinning them above my head.

  I love being controlled by him. He’s so damn strong and sure of himself, and he obviously knows what he’s doing.

  He starts to move faster. I can’t help but roll my hips against him as pleasure starts to build. I’m shocked that it feels this good. I thought it was just going to hurt the whole time, but that’s not true.

  “There you go,” he says, smirking at me. “You’re starting to like this, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “God, I didn’t think you’d fit.”

  “I fit,” he says. “You can take more than you realize, Sadie girl.” He presses himself deep inside of me and puts two fingers in my mouth. I suck on them, holding his hand, as he starts to fuck me a bit faster. The pleasure rolls through me, surprising me, but I’m past the point of trying to hold back. Moans escape my lips, past his fingers, coming out muffled as he keeps working into me, fucking me slow and deep.

  “A little bit harder now,” he says. “Tell me what you like.”

  “That,” I gasp, as he presses deep inside of me. “Oh just like that.”

  He rocks his hips, filling my pussy up. I’m so past caring about pain or anything but this incredible pleasure rolling through my skin.

  I moan as he takes my hair in his fist, pulling it back, turning my head to one side. He rocks back onto his knees, my hair in his hand, his cock between my legs. He works my clit with his other thumb, fucking me slow and deep, pulling my hair, driving a little pain through me.

  But his thumb on my clit drives m
e crazy. It feels so damn good. I start to writhe and roll my hips, working against him, wanting it badly. He smirks at me as moans escape my lips, faster and faster.

  He releases my hair and starts to fuck me harder. The pain is still there, but the pleasure is just too much. It’s almost overwhelming. He works my clit, fucking my pussy, his hard body so gorgeous as he does his magic to me.

  I never expected my first time would be like this, but it’s happening, and it feels so damn good. I understand why people love sex so much. This man makes me feel good.

  “Fuck, Sadie,” he says. “You like this, don’t you? You’re a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “I’m whatever you want me to be.”

  “That’s right.” He leans toward me, pulling my hair again. “You’ll do anything for your Daddy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I gasp, losing my mind from pleasure. “I’ll do anything for you, Daddy.”

  “That’s my good Sadie girl,” he says, driving his cock into me.

  I didn’t even realize it, but he’s fucking me harder, deeper, his thumb still working my clit. I’m writhing my hips and rolling them against him, trying to get every inch of him, trying to feel every single sensation.

  “I can see it in your face,” he whispers. “You’re close but you don’t even know it. Don’t hold yourself back, Sadie. Just relax. Let it come to you.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moan, doing as he says. I close my eyes and relax, getting into the rhythm, losing myself in the moment. His cock is so big and fills me up so easily, and his body is strong against mine.

  I love everything about this moment. I love the smell, the feeling, the taste of him. Pleasure builds inside of me, peaking and rolling and growing, and before I’m even aware of it, I’m about to come.

  Moans escape my lips, louder and louder. I roll my hips faster against him as he fucks me deep, talking to me, encouraging me, pushing me. I grip the sheets tight and suddenly the orgasm rolls through me.

  I come hard, harder than I’ve ever been able to make myself come. I come on his thick cock and I can’t believe it, I can hardly believe that I’m having an orgasm. I wasn’t supposed to come this first time, it was supposed to be painful and difficult, but that’s not at all what it is.

  Daddy knows what he’s doing. I’m giving myself to him and he’s giving back by making me feel better than I’ve ever felt before. I come so hard I lose myself completely, and practically black out from the pleasure.

  “Fuck, girl,” he groans loudly. “God damn, you’re so fucking sexy when you come.” He’s fucking me faster, deeper, and suddenly he pulls himself out.

  Thick ropes of cum cover my stomach and breasts as he orgasms all over me. I gasp, surprised and delighted by how thick and far he shoots. He practically covers me, groaning and stroking himself.

  Slowly he finishes, and we come down together. He grins at me and kisses me before quickly getting a towel. He helps me clean off, tenderly kissing me, and when I’m cleaned up, he spoons me on the covers.

  We lie like that, breathing deeply, sweating slightly. I feel so good and all my problems are completely gone as he holds me.

  “Sadie,” he says after a couple of minutes. “You didn’t ride horses, did you?”

  I pause, surprised at the strange question. “No,” I say. “My parents wouldn’t let me. How’d you know?”

  I can feel his smile against my neck. “Don’t freak out. There’s just a little blood.”

  I sit up suddenly and stare down at the comforter. A big red stain spreads all around us.

  “Oh my god!” I say.

  “Hey,” he answers. “It’s okay, seriously. It’s a cheap comforter. Don’t worry. I knew this might happen.”

  “I’m so, so sorry,” I say.

  “It’s okay,” he says.

  I stand up, intending to try and clean it up, but he gets up and grabs me. He pulls me against him.

  “Listen,” he says. “I knew that might happen. That’s why we did it there. Don’t worry.”

  I bite my lip, embarrassed. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure,” he says. “Seriously. We’ll throw away the comforter and get another one.”

  “I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot.”

  “No, you’re not. You were a virgin.” He kisses my lips gently. “But now you’re not.”

  I blink, a little surprised. He’s right. I’m not a virgin anymore.

  This should be a bigger moment. I should feel different, like totally reborn or something. I always imagined my first time would make me feel like an adult finally.

  Instead, I just feel like myself. Except there’s an ache between my legs and I just had a great orgasm, but otherwise still myself.

  “I don’t feel different,” I say to him.

  He laughs a little. “I didn’t think you would.” He kisses me softly again. “But you will.”

  “How?” I ask him.

  “We’re not done tonight,” he whispers, and a thrill runs down my spine.

  “We’re not?”

  “Oh no,” he says. “I have so much to teach you. We’re just getting started.”

  I look up at him, a thrill running through my skin. I kiss him deeply and passionately and I know he’s right. We are just getting started. And I can’t wait for him to show me everything that I’ve been missing. I can’t wait for him to make me feel like a real woman.

  I know he can do it. He’s already getting a little hard, and I can already feel my desire starting to build again. Maybe I’m a little embarrassed about the blood, but that’s okay, he genuinely doesn’t seem to mind at all. Besides, I’ll make it up to him.

  I’ll be his obedient little girl and he’ll be my Daddy. Together he’ll teach me everything I’ve always wanted to learn, and I’ll obey his every word, because I want to be a good girl for him.

  17

  Gavin

  We spend the rest of the night alternating between exploring each other’s bodies and talking. We don’t go to sleep until four in the morning, and I don’t think I can remember ever feeling so good.

  There’s a spirit to Sadie that I’ve never experienced before. For someone that has such an oppressive family, she seems so absolutely alive. She clearly wants more from life than just to be married off to whomever her family chooses for her, and she’s doing what makes her happy, despite the danger.

  I can’t get enough of it. She makes me feel young again, although I like being her older Daddy. I like taking care of her and teaching her everything she needs to know.

  I wake up slowly in the morning, the sunlight streaming in through the windows. I glance at the clock and sigh to myself. I got maybe four hours of sleep at most. It’s eight in the morning, and I know I won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon.

  I don’t care. Sadie’s beautiful body is snuggled up against mine, and I run my hand down her beautiful hips. Instantly the night before comes back to me, every single lurid detail.

  Her pussy is like fucking fire. I don’t know how else to put it. I never really cared about deflowering a virgin before, but I’m fucking glad I got to do it with Sadie. I taught her everything she needed to know about sex, or at least I started to teach her. And she was so eager to learn.

  Not to mention enthusiastic. Her pussy is so fucking tight and slick, I just never want to leave it. And she throws herself into sex like there’s nothing else in the world. I’ve been with plenty of other women, but that’s something I’ve never seen before, and it’s fucking addictive.

  I slip out of bed, letting her sleep. She stirs but doesn’t wake up. I head into the bathroom to do my morning routine before heading into the kitchen to make some breakfast.

  I put on the coffee and start up some eggs, toast, and waffles. Sometimes I hire someone to come in and cook for me, but today I feel like it’s better to go for the personal touch. Maybe another morning we can sit out on the balcony and leisurely drink our cof
fee while we eat an awesome breakfast from my normal personal chef.

  I keep thinking about Sadie in the other room and smiling to myself. This isn’t fucking like me. Normally I’m much more reserved and pessimistic, but she does something to me that I can’t deny.

  She makes me happy. Fuck, in a world where I have so much already, and so little of it actually brings a smile to my face, she’s the most valuable thing that I can imagine. She makes me fucking happy.

  I never thought I’d feel this way about a woman. I thought I’d always go from woman to woman, taking what I want and moving on, but Sadie is different.

  She makes me want to stay.

  As I’m finishing the eggs and putting them in a bowl, I hear a knock at my door. I don’t feel like dealing with whatever it is, and so I just ignore it, but they start knocking again.

  Annoyed, I go to answer the door. I don’t want whoever it is to wake Sadie up. I assume it’s probably the doorman with packages or mail or some shit like that.

  “Okay, enough,” I say. “I’m coming.”

  I pull open the door. Silas smiles at me, his arms crossed over his chest.

  “Hello there, Gavin,” he says.

  I take a step backwards. I didn’t expect this. “Silas,” I say. “What do you want?”

  He frowns at me. “Are you joking?”

  I pause and stare at him. He’s here for one reason and one reason alone: to bring back Sadie. That much is obvious. Her family must know she left and they figured out where she is pretty quickly.

  “She doesn’t want to go with you,” I say softly, anger rising in my chest.

  “Now, now, Gavin,” he says. “You know it doesn’t work like that.” He subtly opens his jacket, showing me his gun, “Make this easy, will you?”

  I want to fight him, but I’m unarmed and wearing only a pair of jogging pants and a black t-shirt. I wouldn’t be able to get my gun before Silas can pull his weapon out.

  “What’s with you people?” I say to him. “The girl wants to live her life. Aren’t you a little sick of working for guys like Tillman?”

  “No,” Silas says flatly. “Please go get her.”