Possessive Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  As I approached the base, I slowed down and looked over at Piper.

  “Let me do the talking,” I said.

  “Okay,” she answered.

  “We’re not expected. So I’m going to have to talk our way in there.”

  “Why couldn’t we have called ahead?”

  “Didn’t want to take that risk. I can explain this better in person.”

  “Shit,” she said softly. “You’re afraid he’s going to turn us away?”

  I frowned and then nodded. “Yeah. I am.”

  “What will we do if he does?”

  “He won’t. But if he does, we’ll figure it out.”

  She sighed and looked out the window. I let it drop, not wanting to push too hard. I didn’t want to tell her that, but I also wasn’t going to straight up lie to her if she figured it out on her own. We ate our sandwiches as I drove.

  I pulled up the long drive. Ahead, the guardhouse was open and the guard was standing halfway out, a rifle resting on his shoulder. I pulled the truck up and lowered the window.

  “Business?” he asked.

  “Here to see General Maron.”

  The guard raised an eyebrow. “Name?”

  “Gates King.”

  The guard moved away and looked at a list, He returned shaking his head. “You’re not expected.”

  “Listen soldier, I’m one of Maron’s own. I just came back from a tour in Syria, and I need to see Maron today. It’s important.”

  “You should have an appointment. I can’t just let you in there.”

  “I’m not asking you to. Go and call Maron. I know he gets in early and I know you have a phone.”

  He shook his head. “Against protocol.”

  “I know it is,” I said. “I trained at this base. Believe me, soldier. I wouldn’t ask this of you if I didn’t have to.”

  The man looked at me for a few seconds, and I was convinced he was going to send us away.

  “You said your name was Gates King?” he asked.

  “I did,” I said.

  “You set the course record here, didn’t you?”

  I blinked and then laughed. “That still stands?”

  “Nobody in my class got even fucking close.”

  “Well, how about that.”

  “There are other stories about you. They say you were embedded with some local Kurds for two weeks and you trained them well enough to fight back an ISIS force of twice your size. That true?”

  “Wasn’t twice our size,” I said.

  He nodded. “Okay, sir. I wouldn’t do this for anyone else, but I’ll call General Maron.”

  “Thank you, soldier. What’s your name?”

  “Reginald,” he said.

  “Thanks, Reginald.”

  “Sir.” He turned and went to the phone.

  “You’re famous,” Piper said beside me.

  “Not exactly.”

  “Set the course record? That sounds like a big deal.”

  “It’s just some obstacle course they make us do before graduating.”

  “Still, it’s impressive. A lot of strong guys probably come through here.”

  “Probably,” I said.

  “I have to admit, now I’m a little impressed.”

  I smirked at her. “Don’t pretend like you weren’t already sitting there dripping wet and waiting for me to give you what you want again.”

  She gaped at me and went to say something, but Reginald came back to the window.

  “General Maron says to send you through,” he answered.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “He chewed my ass out, though.”

  “Sounds like him.”

  Reginald shook his head. “I hope this is important.”

  “It really is.”

  “Go ahead, then.” He went back into the guardhouse and opened the gate.

  I drove on through. We headed around to the right, past the open field where I used to get screamed at by drill instructors and over toward the offices.

  Memories came flooding back. Those days in boot camp were some of the hardest fucking days of my life, but they were also some of the most rewarding. I had purpose back then, real purpose, and a group of guys around me with the same purpose. We were a tightknit bunch as all classes tended to be. We were forged through fire and came out harder and stronger on the other side.

  So many familiar buildings and so many memories. It was hard to keep it all at bay as I found a spot. It reminded me again of the kind of man I was with the military, of what they turned me into. I had real purpose and strength when I was on a tour of duty. I could help save people, help save my country. I was a soldier out there and I didn’t have to worry about anything else.

  I didn’t feel lost out there. I’d sacrificed a lot already and seen men sacrifice even more than I have. It was the price of keeping your country safe and I willingly would pay it at any time.

  “Gates?”

  I looked over at Piper. I realized that we’d been parked for half a minute and I was lost in memory. She was looking at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, and I was instantly reminded of why I was so torn over this whole thing.

  I had purpose out there, but maybe I had purpose here, too.

  “Come on,” I said and climbed out of the truck.

  She followed me. We headed down a short walk and entered into the office building. It stretched upward around us, each office filled with a high-ranking military official, someone important and powerful.

  I climbed the stairs, remembering the way. I assumed he was in the same office still at the very top corner of the building. Piper kept pace as we climbed and eventually made it to the sixth floor. We walked under stale fluorescent lights until we reached the last door. Maron’s secretary was just inside, and beyond her, Maron himself.

  I stepped in and she looked up. “Can I help you?”

  “I’m Gates King,” I said. “Here to see the General.”

  “Oh yes, Gates. He’s expecting you.” She smiled and nodded toward the door.

  We stepped past her. I pushed the door open.

  General Maron looked up, his cold, dark eyes staring at me. I felt Piper step up behind me as I paused in the doorway.

  “General,” I said.

  “Gates, come in and sit down. Close that door.”

  I nodded. Piper went in before me and sat in a chair. I shut the door behind us.

  General Maron was in his late forties with a thick head of salt-and-pepper hair and a square jaw. He was once a serious and decorated soldier, and he said he was a lot like me. He really made his name during Desert Storm as a field commander. He was involved in Iraqi Freedom and everything after that as well.

  Maron was a strong man and in good shape, especially for someone his age. His gaze swept past me and locked on Piper.

  “Who’s this?” he asked.

  “Piper Bowers. Nice to meet you.”

  “Nice to meet you too, Piper.” Maron looked at me. “What are you doing here, Gates?”

  “Came to ask for help.”

  He laughed, and that made me cringe. “Ask for my help? I offered you my help and you turned me down.”

  “It wasn’t the kind of help that I needed or wanted.”

  “You don’t know what you need or want.”

  “I want to serve my country.”

  “So do it the right way.” He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. “No, we’re not having this argument again.”

  “Good,” I said. “I’m not interested in hearing it.”

  “What do you need from me?”

  “Piper is in trouble,” I said. “Well, I’m in trouble too.”

  “Okay. What happened?”

  I looked at her. “Go ahead, Pipes. Tell him the story.”

  She bit her lip and then launched into it. She started at the beginning, with her relationship with Tony, and she ended with the two of us driving away from the city as fast as we could.

  Maron listened and no
dded. It was an insane story, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he didn’t believe it, but he didn’t seem to bat an eye at it. When she finished, he looked at me.

  “Do you confirm all that?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said. “It’s all true.”

  “How can you be sure?”

  “They came after us.”

  “I see.”

  “We need your help, sir. We have nowhere else to turn.”

  He leaned back in his chair, watching the two of us. I couldn’t tell what was going on behind those dark eyes, but I hoped it was good. I hoped he still had some fondness left for me, or else we were both screwed.

  “What do you need from me?” he asked finally.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t know what you can do.”

  “You want me to talk to the mafia?”

  I blinked. “Can you do that?”

  “Probably,” he said. “Potentially. Maybe. I have a lot of contacts, a lot of them politicians. I may be able to find one with mob ties.”

  “That’s asking a lot,” I said.

  “Yes, it is.” He stared at me quietly for a second.

  “It’s for her,” I said finally. “It’s not for me. I can handle myself. But Piper, she’s a normal person and these animals are after her.”

  Maron finally nodded. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

  “What?”

  “Your whole damn life you’ve thought about nobody but yourself, Gates. I’m happy you’re finally thinking about someone else.”

  “That’s not true. I serve my country.”

  “You serve it because you want to.” Maron shook his head. “I don’t have time for this. I know a place the two of you can stay for the night. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

  “Sir,” I said, standing. “Thank you, sir.”

  “I would never turn away a soldier in need.” He wrote down an address on a piece of paper and slid it to me. “Key is under the mat. Stay there and do not leave until I contact you. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’re dismissed.”

  I nodded at Piper then grabbed the paper. She stood up and followed me back out into the reception area. We quickly headed back downstairs and got into the truck.

  I leaned back, relief flooding over me.

  “That’s it, then?” she asked. “He’s going to help?”

  “It seems that way.”

  “Good,” she said, sighing. “I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life running.”

  “I won’t let that happen.” I grinned at her. “Come on. Let’s get you a shower.”

  She made a face. “You stink worse than I do.”

  “Probably.” I started the engine and pulled out as she laughed.

  We finally had a goal, or at least we finally had help. There was the real possibility that we were going to get through this. I had no doubt that Piper would make it, because I’d never let those bastards get her. But I was ready to sacrifice for her, and that realization hit me square in the chest.

  I was willing to sacrifice anything for her.

  I smiled to myself. That thought felt so damn good that I could barely explain it even to myself. I headed toward the address on the piece of paper, barely able to contain my excitement.

  We were finally going to take some hot showers and clean off the blood from the night before.

  21

  Piper

  The cabin General Maron sent us to was gorgeous. It was situated on a tiny manmade lake a few miles outside of town, away from the hills and the farms. There were no other cabins around, or at least it felt that way. The place was small but very modern with large windows and lots of gorgeous natural light.

  We put what was left of our stuff down and Gates immediately disappeared into the bathroom. I went through the kitchen cabinets and checked out the food situation. There was actual fresh stuff in there, and so I quickly made myself a small salad. I devoured it in what felt like two bites before opening a yogurt.

  I didn’t trust the General, but I didn’t have any other choice. I trusted Gates, and if he trusted the General, then I was going to have to go along with that. But the General had very intense, dark eyes, and they made me uncomfortable. He looked at me like he was disgusted with me, and he looked at Gates like he wanted to destroy him.

  Gates clearly didn’t see it, and I wasn’t about to say anything to him. Gates clearly looked up to the general like father, even if they had their falling out. I only saw them together for a few minutes, but that was long enough to clearly see it all.

  I heard some grunting come from the bathroom, and instantly I was on the defensive. It sounded like someone was in pain. I walked toward it slowly.

  “Gates?” I called out.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Stay in the kitchen.”

  I kept walking toward him. I pushed open the door a crack and blinked, startled at what I saw.

  Gates was sitting on the toilet seat, thread between his teeth and a needle in his skin. He was slowly sewing up the wound on his arm.

  “Gates!” I said, stepping inside.

  He looked up at me. “I’m fine,” he said. “I’m almost done.”

  “Holy shit, Gates. You’re sewing up your own wound.”

  “I sterilized it.” He took a swig from a bottle next to him. “And I have some painkiller.”

  “Let me finish.”

  He shook his head. “I got it.”

  “Seriously Gates. Just let me finish.”

  He looked at me for a second then nodded. I walked over to him and kneeled down beside him. I took the needle from him and gingerly began to sew up the rest of the wound.

  It was surprisingly easy, just like sewing cloth. Except it was Gates’s arm, and I was shoving a needle into it over and over.

  “We should have gotten you help at the base,” I said.

  “This is why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to get scolded.”

  “I am scolding you, idiot. You needed stitches and you didn’t even say anything.”

  “Like I said, I’m fine. I don’t need you worrying.”

  I sighed. Gates was strong, but maybe he was too strong. “You can trust me,” I said. “I can handle some of this stuff.”

  “I know,” he said softly. “But if you don’t need to, I won’t make you.”

  “That’s not for you to decide.”

  He winced as I shoved the needle in through the end. “Maybe not. But I’m the one protecting you.”

  “I know that. Doesn’t mean you have to go through this alone.” I felt frustrated over how incredibly stubborn he could be.

  I finally finished sewing the wound. He took the needle from me and finished it up, tying it off.

  “Is that regular thread?” I asked him.

  “It’s medical grade,” he said. “But it’ll have to be removed. And it’ll leave a nasty scar.”

  “You had thread with you?”

  “General did. His emergency medical kit is actually surprisingly well-stocked.”

  “Of course. He is a general, after all.”

  “Come on. I’m starving.” He stood up and stepped toward me.

  I took a step back but he pressed against me. I looked up at him, my mouth hanging open. He smirked down at me.

  “You’re holding it together,” he said softly. “I’m impressed.”

  “What did you expect?”

  He shrugged. I felt his hand on the small of my back as he pressed me against his chest. “I didn’t expect you to sew up my arm, that’s for sure.”

  “I’m not some fragile little girl.”

  “Yes, you are.” He smirked at me. “You’re small and I’m big.”

  “Oh that’s right. You’re a big tough SEAL.”

  “Exactly right.”

  I traced a tattoo up his arm. “Well then, Mister Big SEAL. Go make me something to eat.”

  “In
a few minutes.” He grabbed my waist and suddenly lifted me into the air, putting me down onto the countertop. “There’s something I want to do first.”

  “Gates,” I said, gasped as he kissed me hard.

  I didn’t expect it. Things had been strange between us since the hotel, but his kiss suddenly made everything seem right. Even my discomfort over the General completely disappeared. He kissed me hard and slowly slipped his fingers down my jeans.

  I gasped as he found my pussy, and was surprised at how soaking wet I was.

  “You’re dripping,” he said, kissing my neck. “Does all this violence make you so fucking wet?”

  “No,” I protested. “It’s not that.”

  “What is it, then?”

  He pressed his fingers inside of me and I gasped, tossing my head back, I gripped the edge of the counter.

  “I don’t know,” I panted.

  “You fucking know.” His fingers pressed deep inside of me, teasing me, sliding in and out. “You know exactly why you’re dripping wet.”

  “It’s you,” I breathed. “It’s you.”

  “That’s right.” He pulled his fingers back. “It’s me.”

  He roughly pulled my jeans off me and slid my panties down my skin. He spread my legs wide and pressed his lips between my thighs without another word.

  It was amazing how I could go from nothing to incredible pleasure instantly. Gates could do that to me with his amazing fingers and his body and his tongue. He sucked and licked my clit, working me like that, his mouth sucking and moving along my pussy.

  I gripped his hair, pressing him harder against me. His hands grabbed my hips and adjusted me, pulling me forward slightly as his tongue pressed deep inside of me. I moaned, losing myself in the moment, in the pleasure.

  The stress melted away as it always did when Gates touched me. There was only heat and need between us. I knocked over some toothbrushes and hand sanitizer, but I didn’t care. Gates continued licking my pussy faster, tongue sliding inside of me and back out, moving faster and gripping my legs harder.

  I was moaning loudly, back arched. He knocked over a towel rack as he adjusted to press his fingers deep inside of me. I moaned as he sucked and licked my clit, fucking me with his fingers. He worked my pussy rough and fast, his tongue moving along my every inch, lapping me up.