Possessive Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Still, I had to admit that the thing was nice, even if a little prissy. He clearly put a ton of money into it, because it was all expensive fabrics and real wood and fully stocked bars and a nearly full-size kitchen. I could have easily lived on his boat for a year with just the provisions he had aboard and nothing more.

  Wouldn’t that be nice? I could sail around the Atlantic, maybe become a pirate. I’d be good at stopping and boarding drunk frat kids out on their spring break. I’d probably stop and board a few of the drunk college girls, too.

  Finally, the tour was over. “Any questions?” he asked me.

  “None, sir. She’s a lovely boat.”

  He nodded proudly and patted the railing. “She’s my everything, so you be careful with her.”

  “I will. The Navy taught me to respect all sailing vessels.”

  That seemed to put him at ease, even though it was total bullshit. If anything, the Navy had taught me how to push a boat to its upper limits, destroying the thing for the sake of the mission. I cared about boats like I cared about any other tool: so long as it was useful, I kept it around.

  “Well, I can see my girl’s in good hands,” he said. “I’ll just leave you to it, then.”

  Not just the boat, I thought to myself, but your other girl is going to be in my hands, too.

  I nodded. “Sounds good.”

  He lingered for a second, as if he were uneasy about leaving, and then turned and walked back toward the house. He probably wanted me to ask more questions, or maybe even invite him out with us, but there was absolutely no way I was doing that.

  Once he was gone, I got back on board and climbed up to the top deck. I spread out a blanket and lay down, my hat tipped over my face, my arms spread behind my head. The gentle lapping of the boat’s movement reminded me of being back on a mission, and I smiled to myself.

  There was nothing more relaxing than the soft motions of the ocean. I felt drowsy, the warm sun on my face. I forgot all about Claire and her friend and Lucille and Jonathan. I forgot that I could be called back to base for a mission at any moment, despite the injury to my leg. There was just the ocean and me. It was going to be a relaxing day.

  “Holy shit, girl,” came a voice suddenly piercing through my relaxation. “Look at this bitch. It’s fully loaded!”

  I groaned to myself.

  “Careful, Lydie,” Claire’s voice came. “My dad never lets people use this boat.”

  “No kidding. I’ve known you how long? We’ve never seen it, let alone been on it.”

  Great. I was really hoping that they had changed their minds. Claire sure as hell seemed like she wasn’t interested in going out on a fishing trip with me, and that was totally fine. I could fuck with her any other day, but it wasn’t often I got to relax on some rich guy’s boat.

  “Seriously, is this a bar?”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  “Hell yes! This day got even better.”

  “It’s not even noon yet.”

  “So? It’s just a little champagne.”

  I heard a cork pop and a giggle. I could imagine Claire’s face. She was probably busy worrying whether her daddy would get mad at her for drinking his alcohol.

  “Where is your hunk of a stepbrother, anyway?” Lydie asked.

  “I don’t know. Dad said he was down here already.”

  Briefly, I considered showing myself, but I figured it was more fun to eavesdrop.

  “Shit, I can’t wait to see him take his shirt off again.”

  “Relax, Lydie. He’s kind of an ass.”

  “I couldn’t care less about his personality. Did you see those abs? They go on forever.”

  “Yeah,” Claire grumbled. “They go right up to his head and replace his brain.”

  “Oh relax, Claire. He can’t be that bad.”

  “He’s a thug. A Neanderthal.”

  “Then you don’t care if I let him do some disgusting things to me.”

  “We already talked about this. You can do whatever you want. He’s just my stepbrother.”

  I grinned to myself. Just her stepbrother? It was good to know what she really thought about me. I guess I was just her stupid, muscle-brained asshole stepbrother, which was fine by me. In the end, all I needed from her was her tight little body wrapped around my fat cock.

  I decided it was time to show myself. I stood up and leaned over the side of the railing.

  “Good afternoon, ladies.”

  They both looked up at me, and the horror on their faces was absolutely delicious. I smiled sweetly down at them in a way that made it clear I heard everything they said.

  Lydie gathered herself first. “Hi, Nate. Cool boat, right?”

  “Very cool boat.”

  “Do they have any of these in the Navy?”

  I stared at her for a second. “Yes, actually. Except instead of bars, there are enormous guns.”

  “Wow, that’s so cool.”

  Claire finally got her shit together and sighed. “He’s messing with you, Lydie. There are no yachts in the Navy.”

  Lydie made a face. “I know that. I just meant, like, cool boats. You know?”

  “I completely understand,” I said. Lydie was turning out to be about as dumb as I thought she was. Her tits were pushed up in some absurd swimsuit contraption, and her hair and makeup were flawless. She looked like she was going out to a club, not out on the water.

  Claire was the exact opposite. She looked almost conservative in her outfit, all loose and flowing, probably hiding some sexy as fuck bikini. Her hair was up in a messy little bun that begged to be grabbed, and she wasn’t wearing a bit of makeup. I could already feel my cock starting to get hard just at the thought of unwrapping all that clothing and going to town on her tight little body.

  There was something about her. It was probably the perfect full tits and great ass, or maybe it was the memory of her moaning in my ear. I needed to have those lips wrapped around my cock, and to feel what it was like to plunge myself deep between her legs. I was willing to bet that pussy was soft, wet, and tighter than a black hole.

  “You girls ready to take this out?” I asked them.

  “Yeah!” Lydie said.

  “Whatever,” Claire mumbled.

  “Good enough for me. Claire, get those lines.”

  I moved back toward the ladder. I heard Claire say something about me being pushy, but I ignored her. I found my way to the captain’s chair and began to power the yacht up.

  The whole thing buzzed with energy as the engines turned on. I loved the feeling of the engine’s vibrations coursing through my hands. There was something sexual about a big machine ready to do my bidding. I wanted to really open her up, though I knew that would be stupid, not to mention rude. The wake alone would probably drown a few of the smallest boats. Still, I wanted to push it to the limits, just like I wanted to push Claire to her absolute edge. It was all wrapped up together, excitement and fucking and danger.

  Claire gave me a nod as she climbed onto the lower decks, followed by Lydie. I slowly maneuvered the boat out of its spot and began to head out toward the bay.

  It was a short trip, and the girls kept to themselves for most of it. I watched as they climbed onto the front deck and laughed as the wind whipped their hair all around them. I licked my lips, thinking about the dirty shit I wanted to do to Claire’s tight body, but that would have to wait.

  After maybe twenty minutes, I found a decent spot. It was isolated but not too far from the shore, and so we had a really great view. I hit the button to lower the anchor, cut the engines, and slowly sauntered back down toward the girls.

  “Great driving, captain,” Lydie said to me, giggling.

  “Like the spot?” I asked Claire.

  “It’s fine.” She was avoiding eye contract, probably not wanting to waste time on a Neanderthal. I had the sudden urge to show her how much of an ape-man I could be. Maybe I’d pick her up, drag her downstairs, and shove my big dick between her legs. Make her moan like s
he did the other night. Make her admit that her pussy was soaked already just from talking to me.

  Or maybe I’d just toss her overboard.

  “What are you two drinking?” I asked.

  “Champagne,” Lydie said.

  I nodded and headed over to the bar, grabbing another bottle for them and a bottle of whisky for me. Apparently, Jonathan didn’t do the cheap stuff, which was pretty damn good for me. I sat down on the little bench next to them and placed the bottles on the table.

  “That’s my kind of guy,” Lydie said.

  “What, plying you with drinks?” Claire asked sarcastically.

  “Hell yes!”

  “You seem like the kind of girl that doesn’t much care where her drinks come from,” I said to Lydie.

  Claire sputtered mid-sip and started laughing. Lydie looked at me with this confused little smile, like she wasn’t sure if I had just insulted her or not.

  I cracked open the bottle of whisky and poured myself two fingers. I held up my glass. “Anyway,” I said, “to this absurdly expensive boat.”

  The girls raised their glasses.

  “And,” I went on, “to new siblings.”

  We clinked glasses and drank. Claire gave me a look and I just grinned at her.

  Lydie leaned close to me. “So, Nate, Claire tells me you’re a military guy.”

  “That’s right.”

  “What do you do?”

  “I’m in the Navy.”

  “Oh really? So you know all about how to handle yourself on a boat.”

  “That’s right. You’re in good hands.”

  “I feel so safe now.”

  I could practically hear Claire gagging, which only made me smile larger.

  “What about you, Lydie? What do you do?”

  “Brand management,” she said proudly.

  “That’s corporate speak for getting clients wasted and making them happy,” Claire added.

  “Sounds like a good job to me.”

  “Well, I’m still in school. I’m just an intern right now.”

  “What about you, sis? Any big jobs lined up yet?”

  She shrugged, not really interested, looking out over the water. I took a sip of the whisky and let the burning, delicious taste fill my mouth. There was a short silence while Lydie refilled her glass.

  “Okay, you guys,” Lydie said, “let’s play a drinking game.”

  “No way,” Claire said immediately.

  “What did you have in mind?” I asked.

  “Never have I ever, obviously.”

  I smirked. “And how do we play that?”

  “Well, we each take turns saying something we haven’t done. If you have done it, then you take a drink.”

  “Seems simple.”

  “I can’t believe you’ve never played,” Claire said.

  “Sorry, sis. Been too busy saving lives to play many drinking games.”

  That shut her up.

  “Okay, I’ll start,” Lydie said. “Never have I ever had anal sex.”

  I raised an eyebrow at Claire. No sip. I lifted my glass to my lips, and the two girls both stared at me.

  “Seriously?” Claire said, her eyes bugging out.

  “What can I say? Girl I was with before my last deployment had a wide variety of tastes. I’m not the type to disappoint a lady.”

  Lydie giggled nervously.

  “She doesn’t sound like a lady,” Claire spat.

  I smirked at her, loving the jealousy.

  “Don’t judge what you haven’t tried, sis.”

  “Go ahead, Claire. Your turn,” Lydie said, easing the situation.

  “Fine. Never have I ever driven a boat.”

  I sipped my drink again. “Seems unfair.”

  “All’s fair in drinking games.”

  “My turn then. Never have I ever worn makeup.”

  Both the girls drank.

  “Lame,” Lydie said. “My turn. Never have I ever had a threesome.”

  Neither Claire nor I took a sip, and Claire gave Lydie a glare.

  “I’m surprised,” Lydie said, slapping my arm. “You seem like a threesome kind of man. You could handle two girls, I bet.”

  “So far, it’s been one at a time.”

  “Don’t be gross, Lydie,” Claire interrupted.

  “What, I’m just saying.”

  “Your turn, Claire,” I said.

  “Fine. Let me think.” She took a drink and sighed. “Okay. Never have I ever ridden on a motorcycle.”

  Lydie and I took a drink.

  “Okay then,” I said. “Never have I ever gone to college.”

  Both girls took a drink.

  “Are you trying to get us drunk?” Lydie asked coyly.

  “Not at all. Just playing the game.”

  “Sure.” She smiled and moved closer to me. I glanced at Claire but couldn’t read the look on her face.

  “Never have I ever,” Lydie said, “killed a man.”

  I looked at her for a second. I knew she was just a silly girl, probably a little dumb, but that wasn’t really something men like me wanted to talk about. Everyone knew it was a part of our job, but only the most tone-deaf actually asked us about it.

  “Lydie!” Claire said, shocked. “Nate, you don’t have to.”

  I shook my head. “It’s fine.” I took a sip of my drink. “It’s part of what I am.”

  Lydie grinned hugely at me, and I wanted to throw her overboard.

  “Never have I ever,” Claire said quickly, “made out with more than three guys in one night.”

  “Claire!” Lydie took a drink. “Don’t try to embarrass me.”

  “Never have I ever had an orgasm in this town,” I said before they could start bickering. I sensed a strange tension between the two of them.

  Both of the girls took a sip of their drinks, Claire glaring at me the whole time. She was so fucking sexy it was driving me insane. She clearly was pissed as hell at her friend for throwing herself at me, but she clearly didn’t think she could say anything. And she was probably right; we were stepsiblings, after all.

  “I have a good one,” Lydie announced, giving Claire an evil look. “Never have I ever been a virgin at twenty-one.”

  I blinked. Claire’s mouth fell open in shock, and then quickly her look turned to anger.

  “What the fuck, Lydie? Didn’t we just talk about this?”

  “What? It’s true! You have to drink.” Lydie filled her glass again.

  “I’m done playing,” Claire announced, standing.

  “Oh come on, Claire, don’t ruin the fun,” Lydie said.

  “Whatever. You two can have fun without me.” She stormed off, disappearing downstairs.

  I stared after her, completely in shock.

  Did she just admit to being a virgin?

  No way that was true. There was just no way. Sure, she was uptight, a little prissy, but she was a rich girl. All rich chicks were like that until you got underneath the surface. There was no way a virgin would act like Claire did the night we first met. No way a virgin would come so hard and make me so fucking wild with lust. She was like a lightning bolt directly to my nervous system. How could she be a virgin?

  But Lydie said she was.

  My mind was spinning, shock warring inside me.

  I looked at Lydie. “Is she really a virgin?”

  “Oh yeah,” Lydie said, taking it as an opportunity to shit on her competition. “She says she wants to swipe that card, but she’s so picky.”

  “I see.”

  So it was true. Claire was a virgin. My fucking sexy as hell stepsister, the one that moaned and came like a fireball behind the club, was a virgin. I couldn’t believe it at all.

  “Let’s keep playing,” Lydie said.

  “Sure,” I replied absently.

  She started back up, but I was hardly listening. I played along, drinking when I had to and taking my turn, but I was barely paying any attention. My mind was firmly locked on the memory of Claire
’s wet pussy under my fingers and the way she was grinding against me.

  Her virgin wet pussy. I couldn’t believe a virgin could come like that, with such intensity.

  Did I really want to get involved with a virgin, though? That shit could lead to serious consequences. Who knew how clingy she’d get afterward. I couldn’t handle getting too attached or involved with someone, especially a virgin. My life was full of uncertainty and danger, and any mission could be my last. I couldn’t let people get too close to me.

  It just didn’t seem like it was worth the risk. Lydie looked fine enough, and she was practically throwing her tits at me. All I had to do was open my mouth and she’d pop a nipple between my teeth.

  If things weren’t complicated enough, they just got that much worse.

  5

  Claire

  Lydie could be such a bitch sometimes.

  I was reeling as I climbed up to the top deck. I sat down in a chair toward the back of the boat, as far away from the other two as possible. Lydie’s words and Nate’s face kept running through my head, over and over.

  She had no right to tell him anything. That was obvious. Except to Lydie, she was just joking around, and so that made it okay. She didn’t have any boundaries and thought that nobody else did, either. If she was joking, everything was okay, and it would probably be my own fault for getting annoyed at her amazing sense of humor.

  I was starting to wonder why I was even friends with her at all. True, she’d been really good to me in the past, but these last two days had been nothing but misery from her. She seemed more interested in chasing boys than in being my friend, let alone a decent person. It was frustrating, because I could remember a time when Lydie was good to me.

  We’d been inseparable for years. We met freshman year and had lived together as soon as we got out of the dorms. It was like love at first sight or something, and we just clicked. But the past year had changed Lydie, and for the worse. Although she’d been there when I really needed a friend, she’d suddenly become this new person that just wanted to party all the time.

  I liked a good party, but not every single day of my life. Lydie couldn’t seem to see past her own stupid face anymore.