Possessive Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

The real problem was the way she had responded. I could smell the uncertainty and fear rolling off her, and that combined with everything else made me step back.

  I hit the throttle on the yacht and let it start to gain some speed. We passed through some choppy water, and the boat swayed a bit but stayed pretty clean. I was impressed by it, actually, and mentally took back all my bad thoughts. It was a fine boat, not the greatest thing in the world, but it did what it was supposed to do and it did it well. Had an awful name, but that wasn’t the boat’s fault.

  That was all you could ask of anything in the end. You did your job and you did it well, and you expected everything else to live up to that, too.

  Now that I was on leave, what was my job? I had no clue. My only goals were to get as much pussy as possible and to stay drunk for as long as I could, but those plans were looking less and less likely with each passing minute. As it turned out, there was only one pussy I was interested in at the moment, and it was the one I wasn’t supposed to have.

  It probably didn’t help that the yacht itself was built to fuck on. It was a party boat, opulent and expensive, with gleaming, modern lines and mirrors everywhere. It was built to be covered in sweat and cum and more. I was sure Claire’s dad had a whole team of people who scrubbed the thing top to bottom after every party he had on it.

  Eventually we pulled back into the marina and I slowly fit the boat back into its spot. I shut off the engine and quickly hopped onto the dock, tying the boat off.

  Claire stuck her head up from below. “We back?”

  “Sure are,” I grunted at her.

  She disappeared back downstairs. I gave the yacht another long look and then turned and walked away, heading back toward the house. I didn’t feel like dealing with Lydie again, that crazy bitch. Maybe hauling her ass home would help Claire get over her and find a new best friend that wasn’t so much damn trouble.

  I headed back inside and went up into my room, ignoring my mother’s questions. I wasn’t interested in the third degree, and besides, I knew she was just going to pump me for information about her new stepdaughter. I didn’t want to get involved in her drama, let alone in her family drama. Jonathan could deal with that bullshit.

  I flopped down onto my bed and checked the time. It was six in the evening, and the sun was starting to dip down below the horizon.

  I couldn’t get Claire out of my head. The way she stood so close to me, our lips practically touching, and the firmness of her ass pressed against my hard dick as I helped her reel that fish in was all too fucking much.

  At first, staying in her place was just fun. I had nothing better to do, and I figured messing with my hot as fuck stepsister would be a good time. But now that I knew she was a virgin, combined with the fact that she was incredibly hot and off limits, made me start to rethink that whole position.

  Then again, I wasn’t the type to rethink shit. I was trained to follow orders and to not ask questions no matter what. I was used to putting myself in the most life-threatening and dangerous situations possible and coming out alive on the other side. I could shoot a sniper rifle and I could hold my breath for nearly five minutes. There was practically nothing I couldn’t do.

  Which was why I needed to man up. Enough was enough. I wanted my fucking stepsister, and I was going to have her.

  That was all there was to it. No more worrying or holding back. The life expectancy of a SEAL wasn’t exactly the highest in the world, and so I needed to live every day like there wasn’t going to be another. And the one thing I knew would make my days better was Claire’s tight, soaked little pussy planted firmly on my mouth.

  I put my arms behind my head, cock stiff as fuck, as I imagined fucking her sweet little pussy from behind. I wanted to handle her rough, teach her virgin little cunt what it was like to get fucked by a real man. I’d make her take it deep and beg for more until she was right up on the edge of coming. I wanted to make her scream my name and ask politely before I let her come.

  I fell asleep without realizing it, dreaming about my stepsister’s wet little pussy wrapped around my thick cock.

  I woke up with a start.

  It was the same dream. The bullet pierced through my thigh, sending pain lancing through my body. I didn’t go down, though. My training kept me on my feet, kept me moving, and saved my life. I found cover while our unit’s medic quickly stopped the bleeding. He got me back on my feet and we finished our mission.

  I checked the clock and sighed. It was a little after four in the morning and I was wide awake. I had passed out the day before, probably from drinking and not sleeping well. I was already sweating slightly from the nightmare, and I knew the only thing that would help was to exercise the fuck out of my body until the memories were gone.

  I slipped out of the house. Nobody woke up or stirred. I hit the beach and began to run, not caring where I was going.

  It was always like this whenever I was home from a mission. Life as a civilian could get boring as fuck, and the stressful memories of battle came flooding back. It wasn’t like I feared or missed it, but for some reason my brain always went to the dark moments when I had a second to myself. But when I was out running, my mind could be still and calm.

  I kept going until the sun began to rise. That was my cue to turn around and head back. It’s probably breakfast time at the house, I thought as I got closer and closer to Jonathan’s private beach.

  That was when I saw him. Standing out by the waves with two huge fishing rods was Jonathan himself. He was dressed like a stereotypical fisherman, including a bucket hat and a vest with lures pinned all over it. Frankly, I thought he looked like a dumbass, but he didn’t seem so bad most of the time. He was definitely not the worst guy Lucille had brought home at least.

  He looked up as I approached.

  “Morning, Nathan,” he said.

  “Morning, Jonathan. Fishing?”

  “Every day.”

  “Catch anything?”

  “Almost never, but I like the calm out here.”

  I nodded. “I completely understand that.”

  He looked at me appraisingly. “Have fun yesterday?”

  “I did, sir.”

  “She held up okay?”

  “Claire? She was fine, sir. Almost caught a fish, actually.”

  Jonathan laughed. “I meant the boat, but I’m glad she had fun, too.”

  “The boat was good. She’s a beauty. I could ride her all around the harbor all day long.”

  He nodded thoughtfully. “So could I.”

  I wasn’t going to tell him that I wasn’t talking about the boat. Instead, I was thinking about putting his daughter’s face down in the sand while I slammed by fat cock deep into her pussy over and over again. Apparently, the run hadn’t done a damn thing for my desire to fuck Claire’s virgin cunt one bit.

  “I was wondering,” he said slowly, “what your plans are for this summer?”

  “No plans. Just some R&R.”

  “I have an idea. Any interest in working on one of my boats?”

  I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t particularly want to work for Claire’s father, considering he was clearly something of a control freak, but I did need a job. It wasn’t every day that one just simply presented itself at the perfect moment.

  “Doing what?”

  “Tours, mostly. You’d take tourists out, drive them around the bay, let them fish for a little bit, and then bring them back. Easiest money you’ll ever make.”

  “Sounds like something I could do.”

  “Full disclosure, I’m going to ask Claire to work as well. Since the two of you got along so well, I was hoping maybe you could instill some of that Navy discipline into her.”

  I grinned at that. I wanted to give something of the Navy to her, but it wasn’t our discipline. Oh, sure, I wanted to spank her thick ass and pull her hair hard until she begged me to do it again. I wanted to teach her how to take a cock and finish it off. Maybe I’d even practice some of those knots I’d barely
ever used since basic training. But the thing I really wanted to give her was my hard dick, plain and simple, no discipline needed.

  “Maybe I could help with that, sir.”

  “That’d be wonderful. I’m sure she looks up to you already.”

  “I doubt that, sir. Claire and her friend Lydie are very independent.”

  Jonathan frowned at that name. “Lydie, well, she was always a troublemaker.”

  “They’re just bored out here.”

  “Exactly right, exactly right. That’s why I’m giving you both jobs. Keep you from getting too bored.”

  I sighed and pretended like I was mulling it over, but already I’d decided to take it. Being out on a boat all day long with Claire and some drunk tourists seemed like a good time, and I’d be making money from it, too. Felt like a winning combination.

  “Okay,” I said, nodding, “I’ll take the job.”

  He beamed. “Wonderful. That’s so wonderful. Look, why don’t you head in, and I’ll tell Claire all about it over breakfast.”

  “Sounds good.”

  He nodded and began to reel in his line as I headed off. I was practically walking on air, grinning to myself and whistling. My summer was definitely looking up already.

  Once inside, I climbed the stairs to our floor and stripped off my shirt. I tossed it into my open doorway and then pushed open the bathroom door.

  “Hey!” Claire said frantically. “I’m in here!”

  In my good-mood daze, I hadn’t even noticed that someone was in there. Claire was standing in front of the mirror in only a towel as steam billowed out of the warm room.

  “Good morning, sis,” I said, walking in and shutting the door behind me.

  “What are you doing?” she exclaimed. “Get the hell out of here!”

  “You don’t own this bathroom.” I turned the water on nice and hot and waited.

  She stared at me and I openly stared back. I could see a nice ample hint of her cleavage as the towel slowly, ever so slowly, slipped off her glistening body. Her nice ass was barely covered by the short towel. Her hair was soaking wet, and she looked ripe for plundering. I could have easily pressed her over and slipped my cock hilt-deep into her soaked spot. I wanted to do it badly, fuck her right there.

  I’d grab her hips and press her face against the mirror. Maybe we’d wake the whole house, but I didn’t give a fuck. I felt my cock getting hard, pushing up the fabric of my short running shorts. Claire noticed, too, because she was staring right at it.

  “Got something to say?” I asked her, smirking.

  “Uh, Nathan,” she mumbled, “you have a, um, you know.”

  “My cock is fucking hard. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

  “Yes,” she replied, turning even redder.

  “Can’t help myself. Looking at you in that towel drives me crazy.”

  She held up the top just in time to prevent it from falling. “Um,” she mumbled, “you should go. I’m using the bathroom.”

  “Not my fault you take too long in here.” I moved a little closer, cock raging now, practically trying to tear its way through my shorts. “It’s my turn now,” I practically whispered in her ear.

  She edged away from me, not able to look me in the eye. “Our parents are just downstairs, you know.”

  “I know. I don’t give a fuck, though. I want to wrap that tight little pussy of yours around this dick right now.”

  “Maybe you need to shower off,” she said. “Make it a cold one.”

  I laughed, grinning hugely. “You should join me, maybe swallow my cock like you were supposed to.”

  “We can’t do that anymore.”

  “Sure we can. All you need to do is get down on your knees and suck until my cum slides down your throat.”

  She gaped at me, shocked, and I laughed. She pushed my chest, her cheeks bright red, and I stepped back.

  “Just shower if you’re showering,” she said.

  “Okay.” I pulled my running shorts off, revealing my big hard dick, and tossed them over to her.

  “Holy shit,” she said, her eyes wide. She quickly looked away. “You’re naked.”

  “Got to get naked to shower.”

  “Did you have to do it right in front of me?”

  “You didn’t seem like you wanted to leave. I figured I’d show you what you’re missing.”

  “I didn’t see anything.”

  “Liar. You saw how fucking crazy you make me. Think you could take it?”

  “No,” she muttered. “But we’ll never find out,” she added more loudly.

  I laughed again, loving how she clearly wanted it but was too afraid to do anything about it. She was right that our parents were just downstairs, which meant actually taking her then and there was probably a bad idea, but still. I wanted to tease her until she was so wet that she could barely stand straight. Only when she was dripping a puddle on the floor would I finally slip inside her sweet cunt.

  I climbed into the shower as she quickly left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I heard her scurry down the hall and slam her own door shut. I spit in my palm, wrapped my hand around my still-hard dick, and began to stroke myself, imagining that she was doing the same thing over in her room.

  I knew I was driving her as insane as she drove me. It was like there was lava in my veins, a white-hot need for her sweet and soaked body. I needed those lips of hers wrapped around my dick more than anything. As I stroked myself, I knew she was over in her room, her legs spread wide while her fingers worked her clit.

  The best part was, we both knew she couldn’t get herself off like I could. She was probably already disappointed that her orgasm was so much smaller than the one I had already given her. As I stroked myself and thought about her nice, firm tits in my hand, I could feel my own orgasm coming on.

  I imagined blowing my fat load all over her nice tits. I’d love the look of surprise on her face as I practically covered her in my cum. I began to come for real as I imagined her down on her knees, completely naked, begging for it.

  Finally, I finished up my shower and walked toward my room, dripping wet and naked still. Unfortunately, I didn’t run into her. Part of me hoped she’d see my soaked, naked body and know that I had just jerked off thinking about her. Instead, I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and went into my room to dry off and change.

  Downstairs, the family was sitting down to breakfast. It didn’t look like anything had just happened from the outside, but I could tell by the way that Claire studiously ignored me that she was still thinking about what it’d feel like to lower her body slowly down onto my stiff dick.

  “Good morning, Nathan,” Lucille said.

  “Morning,” I grunted as I grabbed a plate. The staff had cooked some eggs, bacon, and a bunch of other stuff and laid it out buffet-style. I could get used to this shit.

  I loaded up my plate and sat down next to Claire. We ate in silence for a minute, Jonathan reading his newspaper and my mother looking at her phone. Claire was looking at her phone, too, but I could tell she was distracted.

  “So,” Jonathan said suddenly. “Nate, did you talk to Claire about that job?”

  I shook my head no. “Not yet.”

  “What job?” she asked.

  “Well, honey,” Jonathan said, “I want you to work on one of my tour boats this summer.”

  “I don’t know anything about working on a boat,” she said incredulously.

  “I know that. Nate here is going to show you the ropes.”

  She stared at me and I gave her my best smile. “That’s right, sis. It’ll be fun. Instill some Navy discipline in you.”

  “No, thanks,” she said and went back to her phone.

  “Claire,” her father said sternly. “This wasn’t a request.”

  She looked back up, frowning. “Why, Dad? You’ve never made me work before.”

  “I believe you’re becoming a little lax in your studies. I want you to learn the value of hard work.”
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  She sighed heavily. “I work very hard, Dad. I know you don’t see it, but I do.”

  “That may be true. Prove it to me this summer.”

  “I’ll go easy on you,” I said to her.

  She gave me a look. “And if I refuse?” she asked her dad.

  “You won’t refuse,” he said sternly.

  Clearly Jonathan was the type of man that wasn’t used to hearing the word “no.” And Claire wasn’t the type of daughter to put up a fight. She was little miss too-good, the perfect girl. No way she’d disappoint daddy dearest.

  “Fine,” she said. “Whatever you want, Dad.”

  He smiled. “Great. See, our family is getting along already.”

  We went back to eating in silence, but inwardly I was laughing. Jonathan was totally oblivious to everything going on around him. I was trying to get in his daughter’s pants, my mother was a raging psychopath, and he was pushing everyone too hard. Meanwhile, Claire was too busy thinking about fucking me to really bother rebelling against her dad.

  It was going to be a fun first few days, I guessed, out there on the boat. I had no clue what I’d really got myself into, but it couldn’t be any worse than my real job.

  7

  Claire

  I didn’t know anything about working on a stupid boat. I didn’t even like boats. They were floating death traps, and the only thing between you and the big stinking salty ocean water was some metal and wood. I had no interest in becoming a sailor.

  But that was probably my dad’s intention. He wanted to throw me into some situation I wasn’t nearly prepared enough for just to teach me some kind of lesson. This time it was to teach me “Navy discipline,” or whatever that was supposed to be.

  As far as I could tell, “Navy discipline” was code for Nathan sitting in the captain’s chair, drinking beers and telling me what to do.

  “Grab that line,” he said, nodding his head. “Untie it so we can cast off.”

  The boat wasn’t small by any means, though smaller than my dad’s yacht. The guy that usually ran the tour, an older man named Tommy, was busy setting up the clients while Nate and I started getting the boat into position.