Big Stranger's Baby: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I spend the car ride envisioning what I’ll do, and finally come up with a fantastic idea. It’s simple, but she won’t expect it at all. It’s not at all what I’ve done in the past, and that’s what makes it so attractive.

  I can barely wait to see her as the car drops me off out front. I haven’t felt like this in a while, and it feels good to let loose a little bit. I know I should be trying to moderate my emotions, but I just keep thinking about what I’m going to do to her that I can’t help it.

  Jenkins meets me in the kitchen. “Sir,” he says. “The girl is sleeping, I believe.”

  “That’s okay.” I grab a bottle of whisky from the cabinet and pour myself a drink. “You can go to bed, Jenkins.”

  “Of course, sir.” He pauses, frowning. “May I speak frankly?”

  I pour myself a drink and nod. “Go ahead.”

  “I think the girl is a liability. It’s obvious what she, ah, is, and your work duties are particularly sensitive now. I’d hate to see you lose something because of this... girl.”

  I smile at him and sip my drink. “Thanks, Jenkins. That’ll be all.”

  “Of course. Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight.”

  He disappears into the back rooms. He’ll sleep here tonight, like he does most nights. He practically lives here, to be honest, and that’s okay with me. For the most part, Jenkins is discreet and honest and does an incredible job. If he speaks out of turn sometimes, well, I’ll have to accept it as one of his quirks.

  I finish my drink, pour another, and then head upstairs, heart beating hard. Aria might be asleep right now, but she won’t be for long.

  I stop out front of her door and softly open it, trying not to make much noise.

  The room is pitch dark as I slowly creep across the floor by memory. I can hear her breathing softly in bed, deep and steady, which means she’s definitely asleep. I smile to myself as I slowly pull the curtains open, letting the moonlight drift into the room, illuminating it in soft silvery gray.

  I step back toward the bed and look down at her for a moment. She’s twisted in the covers, half in and half out, one leg tossed casually over the bedding. She’s wearing a little black tank top without a bra and gray panties, cute boy shorts. I stand there, admiring her body for a second, wondering how the hell I got here.

  This girl is a total stranger to me, and yet she lives in this room. I keep her like a pet and I absolutely love it, though I never thought I would in a million years. There she is though, sleeping soundly in this room, and I know I can have her if I want to. I can do anything to her right now, and chances are she’d let me.

  That’s not what I’m here for, not exactly anyway. I’m here to punish her. And I know exactly how I’m going to do it.

  Carefully, I take off my jacket and toss it over the back of a chair. I roll up my sleeves then slowly climb into bed.

  She stirs softly as I roll her onto her back, spreading her legs. She mumbles something as I kiss her stomach.

  “Ethan?” she says.

  I don’t respond. I kiss lower until I find her pussy, taking a deep breath, relishing her scent. I begin to kiss her over her panties. I kiss her pussy, her inner thigh, her stomach, and I know she’s wide awake now.

  I slowly slide the panties down her legs, not saying a word. She doesn’t move, but I catch her watching me, her eyes slightly wide. Not from fear, but from pure excitement. I toss her panties onto the floor before moving back down between her legs.

  She’s wet already and getting wetter. I begin to lap her up, sucking her clit, enjoying her taste. I love the soft noises she starts making, almost as if she can’t help herself, like she’s trying to hold them back. Maybe she wants to try and pretend to still be asleep, as if that were my fetish or something.

  I want her to wake the fuck up. I slide two fingers deep into her pussy and she gasps and lets out a deep moan. I grin at her then go back to work, fingers deep inside of her, mouth and lips on her swollen clit.

  I keep licking her, nibbling her, sliding my fingers in and out of her. I listen as her moans get louder and she suddenly wraps her fingers through my hair as I press my tongue against her clit just the right way.

  “Oh shit,” she groans. I begin to fuck her faster with my fingers, pushing them deep and sliding them back out. She squirms against me, writhing her hips, and I keep licking and sucking her clit as I fuck her with my fingers.

  I get up on my knees, getting more leverage as I keep fucking her with my fingers. Her groans turn into full-on moans, loud and full. She says my name, again and again, and my cock is hard as fuck as I keep sucking her perfect clit.

  I can’t stop. I intended to get her to the edge then pull back, but I can’t stop myself. She’s getting louder, writhing faster, pressing my face faster as she moves her hips, and I know she’s close. I can practically taste her dangling on the edge of finally getting off, and I want it. I want to taste her come in my mouth as my fingers fuck her tight little pussy.

  I’m losing my mind as I keep going, keep working her. I’m hard as fuck and barely holding myself back from taking her tight little cunt as my own. I keep fucking her, sliding my fingers in, sucking her clit.

  “Ethan, fuck, I’m so close,” she moans.

  I look up at her, fingers sliding in harder, fucking her deeper. “Come for me,” I command her. “Right now. I want to taste it.”

  “Ethan!” she gasps.

  “Go ahead. Come in my mouth, you filthy fucking girl. I want it.”

  “Oh god,” she moans and I go back to work, sucking her, sliding my fingers in faster, until her back starts to arch and I know she’s coming.

  Her voice gets louder, lower, and her fingers grab my hair tightly. Her whole body reacts and I don’t let up. I keep fucking her pussy though I pull back and watch her face as she comes. She’s fucking gorgeous, in absolute ecstasy, and I can barely fucking handle it myself. She comes hard and says my name, over and over, like she’s begging for more.

  When she’s finally done, I slide my fingers out from her then gently lick her up again. I tease her clit and lick her pussy, sliding my tongue inside, tasting her every drop.

  “Ethan,” she moans. “Please.”

  “Please what?” I ask.

  She sits forward and pulls my face up. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing deep. “Fuck me,” she whispers. “Please.”

  I look at her for a second then gently pull away from her, smiling and shaking my head. “No,” I say, and I get off the bed.

  “What?”

  “No,” I say again. “I won’t.”

  “But...” She trails off, watching me.

  “You’re not ready,” I say.

  “I’m ready.” Her eyes are bright and excited. “Ethan, please. I’m ready.”

  I stand next to the bed and take her cheek in my hand, looking down at her gorgeous face. I pause for a second and in that moment, I want to fuck her. I think she really means it. I think she genuinely wants me to take her, not just as my escort and my pet, but as herself. There are no barriers or guards up right now, it’s just her, just Aria watching me with desperate and desiring eyes.

  I can’t do it, though. I can’t give in to her. This is meant to be her punishment, even if she does genuinely want it.

  Instead, I kiss her. I can’t help myself. I kiss her full and deep and she kisses me back with a hunger that surprises me. She presses herself closer to me, arms wrapped around my neck, and we kiss like that for what seems like forever, though it’s likely only a few seconds. She tastes like wildflowers and fresh grass, and I’m surprised by how deeply I lose myself in the moment.

  But eventually, I get control over myself, and I slowly pull back. She looks up at me, not sure of what’s happening.

  “This is your punishment,” I say softly.

  Recognition enters her eyes and she gives me a sly smile. “You heard about that.”

  “You’ve been bad. Very bad.” I reach forward and take her hair,
kneeling down next to the bed. “You could have embarrassed me, you know.”

  “I’m sorry,” she says. “I’ve just been so lonely.”

  I watch her for a second, but I don’t feel anger, which surprises me.

  It’s true that she could have embarrassed me. My position isn’t the kind of thing that allows for that kind of public display. I’m not exactly famous, but there are people in this world who would love to get a scoop on me and possibly destroy me. I do have to be careful, and Aria risked that by throwing her things into the street.

  But I don’t feel anger. I gently release her hair, realizing that I feel more alive and excited than I have in a long time. It’s stupid and risky, but maybe I need stupid and risky sometimes.

  “Don’t do it again,” I say.

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  “Good.” I stand up.

  “But please,” she says. “Visit me more. Don’t leave me alone in here. The walks are nice but... they’re not enough.”

  I stare at her for a moment and I get another glimpse of her genuine self. I can see it written all over her face. She’s desperate for more attention.

  And I want to give it to her. The out-of-control feeling I get around her maybe isn’t as bad as I first thought. Maybe it feels pretty damn good, actually. I just need to be careful.

  But she’s mine, my pet, and I have to make sure that she’s happy. I screwed up by leaving her alone, but I’ll make up for that.

  “I promise,” I say. “I won’t leave you alone for too long again.”

  She smiles and looks relieved. “Thank you.”

  “Go back to sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

  She nods and I turn away, walking over to the chair. I grab my jacket and toss it over my shoulder before looking back at her.

  She’s sitting up in bed, watching me with wide, gorgeous, innocent eyes. She’s flushed from getting off and she’s biting her lip, clearly confused about what just happened. Her hair is messy and her shirt is slightly askew. She looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her before.

  I turn and leave, knowing full well that I’ll be back very soon. I can’t stay away from her. I have about three more weeks left with her, and I’ll be damned if I waste anymore of that time.

  I head back to my room, unable to get her taste from my mouth, and happy that it won’t leave.

  14

  Aria

  I wake up early, still buzzing with excitement. Last night almost feels like a dream, and if it weren’t for the fact that the curtains are still drawn open, I might even think it really was.

  But I know it wasn’t. Ethan came to me in the middle of the night, woke me up, and gave me the best orgasm of my life. I’m still floating high from it. That orgasm was better than any shot of heroin I ever took, because it couldn’t kill me and because there was a promise of more.

  I can already see myself getting addicted to him. That was one of the most intense and erotic moments in my life, if not the most. I stretch and yawn, still thinking about his touch, and about his kiss.

  I didn’t expect his kiss. I was beginning to think he didn’t want to get intimate with me in that way. But when he did kiss me, it shot a bolt of lightning through my core. I felt like I was floating on air again, ready to give myself to him even more.

  I sigh and roll onto my side. I look up and out the window and can just see the tops of the buildings across the street. Cars drive by down below and I think I can hear people talking. I’m not sure what time it is, but I’m guessing it’s still pretty early based on the way the sun is shining.

  I can’t help but think about something he said to me. When I begged him to fuck me, he said that I wasn’t ready. I didn’t understand what he meant, and still don’t.

  I am ready. I don’t think he knows how much I actually want him. I thought I’d fuck him and it would just be like doing a job. Maybe I’d enjoy it a little bit, but in the end it would just be work. This isn’t like that, though.

  I genuinely want him. If I weren’t getting paid, I’d still want him. If he were just some poor man with no money and no prospects, I’d still want him. I am ready for it, and frankly, I need it. But he’s still holding back from me, and I’m not totally sure why.

  Maybe it has something to do with his past. I can’t really say how, but maybe he needs something from me before he thinks I’m ready to actually sleep with him. Things have been intimate as hell already between us, and I have no clue how I can do any more.

  But I want to do more. I want to show him I’m ready. Maybe throwing that little tantrum was a bad idea. It definitely worked, but I can see how it was stupid of me.

  I keep thinking of him as a normal man, but he’s far from normal. He’s rich and in control of an important company. His name pops up in the media from time to time, which means people are watching him and judging his moves.

  Throwing a public tantrum like I did could easily have gotten his name in the papers, and I don’t think that’s something he wants. Ethan seems like an incredibly private man, despite working for a very public company and in a very public position. Despite living in his house for over a week, I feel like I still barely know him.

  I need to be more discreet from now on. I promised him that I won’t do something like that again, and I definitely won’t. I just hope that it won’t have repercussions down the road for him.

  I lie back and close my eyes, trying to imagine him again. His face firm against my thighs and his mouth and fingers know exactly what they’re doing. I feel a thrill run down my spine as my pussy gets wet again, surprising me a little bit by my own blind and intense desire.

  I’m suddenly pulled out of my fantasy by a knock at the door. It’s just one knock, and I know it’s him. A second later, Ethan comes into the room.

  He’s not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he’s only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a tight white t-shirt, showing off his body. He’s in impressive condition, with muscles bursting against the cotton. He smirks at me, and I know what that smile means.

  “Good morning,” he says. “I told you I wouldn’t leave you alone for long.”

  “Good morning.” I sit up and look at him.

  He pulls his hands from behind his back and is holding another one of those silk pieces of rope. “We’re going to play another game.”

  My heart quickens in my chest and I can’t help but smile. I didn’t expect this so soon, but I want it. “Okay,” I say.

  “Good girl. Are you excited?”

  I nod quickly. “Yes.”

  “Good. Get out of bed.”

  I quickly get up and stand in front of him. I’m half naked, still just wearing a new pair of panties, though already starting to get wet, and a black tank top.

  “Stand at the foot of the bed,” he says. I obey and look at him, dripping wet, aching for his next command.

  “Turn around and get down on your knees.”

  I turn my back to him then get down on my knees. I look over my shoulder and watch as he comes up from behind me.

  “Hands on the footboard,” he says.

  I reach up and grasp it. He crosses my wrists, his body close to mine. I can feel his breath on my neck as he expertly ties my wrists together and then to the bed, cinching them tight, but not too tight.

  He steps back and I turn to watch him.

  “Spread your legs,” he says.

  I spread them wide for him, arching my back a little bit, letting him see my ass. I’m dripping wet and I can barely hear over the pounding of my heart.

  “Good,” he says. “That’s how I like you. Wet and willing.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him, blushing slightly. “What else do you want me to do?” I ask him.

  He walks over and stops behind me before crouching down. I feel his hands on my hips and I roll my head back as his lips find my neck. “Is this what you like?” he asks me.

  “That feels good,” I say as he kisses my skin.

  “Good.�
� He moves back suddenly and pushes me forward. I gasp as he spanks my ass, hard.

  “Ethan!”

  “I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

  I look over my shoulder at him, ass stinging slightly. “No,” I lie to him.

  He grins and spanks me again, this time even harder. I groan, surprised at how the sensation makes me feel. I thought it would simply hurt and make me not want to play anymore, but it has the opposite effect. It makes me absolutely dripping wet, and almost feels strangely good.

  I feel his hand rub my ass then slide down between my legs. He finds my soaking cleft and starts to rub my pussy with one hand. He takes my hair in the other and pulls my head back.

  “Do you like pleasure, or do you like pain?” he asks.

  “Pleasure,” I say.

  He stops rubbing my pussy, but doesn’t release my hair. “Are you sure?”

  “I don’t know,” I groan.

  He releases my hair and pushes my head forward slightly before spanking my other ass cheek. I moan and he does it again, harder.

  “You look gorgeous,” he says. “Dripping wet with two red hand prints on your ass.” His fingers find my pussy again, rubbing me from behind over my useless and soaked panties.

  “Why do you tease me?” I ask him suddenly, blurting it out.

  I can feel his smirk against my neck. “Because I like it,” he says. “Do you like it?”

  “I don’t know,” I moan, not sure what to think. I can’t think, not really.

  He takes my hair and tips my head back before kissing me. I moan into his kiss as his fingers do their work, rubbing my pussy. I want to grab his hair but I can’t move my wrists. I’m completely bound to the bed still.

  He breaks off the kiss and stops rubbing me. He slaps my ass again and the pain tingles up my spine. He begins back on my pussy as the pain and the pleasure mix, hitting each other in my skull, making it dizzy with an indescribable pleasure.