His Secret Baby

by Ashlee Price

  “I hope not, daddy. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

  Chapter 29 – Elie

  The longer I waited for Sasha to call me back, or to hear from Mariah, the more upset I got. I had a feeling that those two women were up to something. After a big payout like the one from the auction, I had a feeling that they were going to try and get out of the business. Sasha had habits that were going to be hard to cover for very long without me, but Mariah was different. She didn’t have anything holding her to me. Not yet.

  I called Bruno into the office and asked him to go find Mariah. I had a feeling that she was still at Scott’s house, and that wasn’t going to do. He had paid for a night, and no matter what happened in that night, she was supposed to come back to me.

  After Bruno went out to look for Mariah I called Lex in to bring me Sasha. I’d told her not to come without her friend, but now I wanted to see her. I would be able to get a reaction and some feel for what was going on if I was around her. Right now I was just guessing, and by the way she’d talked on the phone, it felt like I was losing her too. I needed to pull her back into my web before it was too late. She needed a reminder of what I could do for her – or to her.

  I sat back and watched some of the action that was going on in the rooms, but with so many of the girls missing in action there wasn’t a lot to see. I was going to have to address this issue. It was like the girls thought they were running things. I was going to have to make sure that everyone knew where they stood. I was starting with Mariah and Sasha because they were the ones making me the most money. Those were the two that I couldn’t afford to lose.

  I felt unsettled, and when I got a call from Travis a little while later, the feeling only increased. I knew that he was going to be pissed that he’d lost the chance with Mariah, but even my own interventions hadn’t been enough. I’d thought that Scott wasn’t going to show up because of a comment I overheard Sasha making, but I should have known that he wasn’t going to turn down such a chance. Not many people could have. It had been hard enough for me to not bid myself.

  “It’s all water under the bridge now, Travis. It’s done. The auction is over and there’s nothing more to do about it now.”

  “You need to give me a chance with her. Not a couple of hours or a night, Elie. Let me take her on my business trip to Dubai. That will be about a week, and I’m sure that I’ll get her to see things my way by the end of it.”

  He was trying to make himself sound good, but I didn’t think that he realized that he too was talking about taking Mariah from the club.

  “I don’t know if she would be willing to do that, Travis. Have you talked to her about it?”

  “Why should I have to? She works for you, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, she does, but they have a choice.”

  “Maybe that’s the problem, Elie. You’re too soft on these girls. You give them too many options. Tell her to come with me. I’ve been a good client, and you’ve done this before.”

  “I have, and look what happened with Lisa. You never brought her back. Do you know how long it took me to get the cops to stop sniffing around here? I told you before that there would be no more meet-ups with my girls outside of the club.” Where I could keep an eye on them. Even here there had been times he’d gone too far and I’d had to have one of the security crew intervene. He was a good customer, but I also knew that he had issues.

  “Come on, Elie. I’ll make it worth your while.”

  I wasn’t ready to agree or disagree. I wanted to talk to her first and see what was going on. I couldn’t tell Travis that she was missing, but I did mention that she was off for the night. “I’ll talk to her and get back to you. I’m not going to promise anything, though.”

  “I’ll have her one way or another. You might want it to be the way that makes you some money in the process, but that’s just my opinion.”

  His veiled threat didn’t sit well with me. I knew the man was capable of some pretty bad stuff. I didn’t like dealing with him, but in this line of work, that kind of came with the job. There were many dark and twisted men who visited the club, but Travis was one that I wished I’d turned away after he got too rough the first time. His offer would make me a bit of money, but there was a real danger that I would never see Mariah again. The fact that I might lose her anyway crossed my mind too, though. She was pushing her luck, and maybe there was a scenario in which I gave Travis the go-ahead. He wasn’t worried about my permission, but he was worried about not being able to come back. He needed the Fetish Club as an outlet for his proclivities and as a never-ending source of fresh girls.

  When I got off of the phone with him, Lex was back with Sasha. I have to say that she didn’t exactly look to happy to see me. He hadn’t even given her the chance to get dressed, it looked like.

  “What’s the meaning of this, Elie? You send your men to grab me out of bed like I’m being kidnapped or something.”

  Her voice was louder than it should have been, and I didn’t like the flash of anger in her face. It was obvious that Sasha hadn’t been prepared to come see me tonight. That irked me, and I told Lex that I would take it from here. I knew exactly how to handle Sasha.

  “You’ll do well to remember who you’re talking to, Sasha.”

  She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again like she’d thought better of it. I almost wanted her to start something. Then it would give me all the reason I needed to punish her. I knew just what kind of punishment I wanted to give her, too. Travis had given me ideas. None of the girls liked to spend time with him, but I knew that Sasha hated him more than any of the others. The two of them had a history together.

  “I’m sorry, Elie. I just wasn’t expecting your goon to come and get me. You know that I would have come if you asked me to. I always have before.”

  “Things are different now, though, aren’t they, Sasha?”

  She looked uncomfortable, and I knew then that the feeling that I’d had was right. She was worried about other things, not the club anymore. She was going to leave me. I was sure of it now.

  “No, Elie, they’re not. I just had a long night last night and I wanted to take a bit of time off. I never ask for extra time, and I didn’t think that it would be that big of a deal.”

  “Well, it is, Sasha. I count on you, and if you don’t show up, it just sets a precedent for the rest of the girls. They’ll think that you’re getting special treatment because you’re mine. I can’t have that, Sasha. You need to work tonight. Travis is coming in for a little while, and I need you to take care of him. He scares the other girls.”

  Sasha had a look of apprehension in her eyes, and since I knew exactly what was in store for her, I liked the look on her face. This would teach her to play games with me.

  “What about the money from the auction?”

  “I’ll have it for you before you leave, minus my fee. I decided that my fee was going to have to be a little higher for this. You understand, don’t you?”

  Her teeth ground together and I knew that she wanted to say something. Most likely her tongue was hurting from how hard she was having to bite on it as she sat there. I didn’t blame her. I had always seen a little of myself in her. I just didn’t like to see that fire towards me.

  “Of course, Elie. I know that you’re always fair with the fees. I’ve done well working for you.”

  The change in her demeanor was just more of a clue that she was going to be gone soon. A less perceptive man might have seen her accommodating reply as a good sign, but I just didn’t. I knew that it meant she was holding it all in and it wasn’t even worth it for her to fight about it. Did that mean that she planned to leave me? I really just wanted to know what was going on with her. After Travis got a hold of her, maybe she would be reminded of how much worse it all could be. I was a saint compared to that man, even if I was the one sending him her way.

  We didn’t say much more to each other. We didn’t have to. Sasha had to get ready fo
r Travis, and I was still trying to find out if there was any word about Mariah. I called Bruno to check, and he said that he was still looking for her. I should have sent him to Scott’s, but I figured that after last night those two wouldn’t see each other again. I had a feeling that I was going to take Travis up on his offer. Maybe Mariah needed to see how much she needed the protection of a guy like me. She had to see that I wasn’t the worst one out there.

  Chapter 30 – Mariah

  This was different. Scott no longer wanted me tied up. When we got upstairs to his bedroom I was sure that he was going to fasten me to the bed. It was the way it always was when we were together at the club, but it was not how he wanted it this time. This time he wanted to make love to me, and although I was still a nervous wreck, I think I was more nervous about the fact that there were no chains and bondage paraphernalia between us than about the actual act that was going to come next. I’d never been with a man in such a way, and it was strange for it to be this way with Scott.

  “Why are you so worried, Mariah? Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

  I shook my head. That was the last thing I was thinking. I knew that there was going to be a bit of pain involved. I wasn’t born yesterday and I certainly knew what this was going to entail, but talking about it seemed harder to deal with than the act itself.

  Bare to his greedy eyes, I looked up at him and smiled when he came onto the bed with me. I waited for him to climb on top of me, but instead of doing that, he moved to the bed beside me and went to his side. It was clear to me then that he wasn’t done messing around with me. That was good, because I wasn’t done with the play either. I wanted to prolong it, but at the same time I wanted to get it over with.

  “You’re so beautiful, Mariah. I never thought I would feel this way again.”

  I smiled at his words. He didn’t need to say them, of course, I was already naked and in his bed, but I was thankful for the gesture. Even though he’d paid for me to be his, I liked that he still wanted to make me smile. The compliment did just that, and I asked him in a small voice if there was anything that he needed or that I could do for him.

  “I want you to get on top of me, Mariah, and to kiss me.”

  It was a strange request considering that I’d never been on top of him before. It was a controlling position, and I was a little hesitant. I wasn’t sure if it was a test of some kind. All I knew was that I didn’t believe that was what he really wanted me to do. But when he asked again, his voice was gruff and I jumped a little at the sound.

  “Now, Mariah. You just asked what I wanted you to do. Do it now.”

  I shook a little, and the tone of his voice told me I had to move fast. I didn’t want to upset him, and he still expected more.

  “Yes, daddy. I just… I’ve never had you ask that before.” I wanted to talk about it, but he didn’t want to. I knew that he was thinking of something else, and I was too. That’s why I wanted to slow it down suddenly.

  “It’s okay, Mariah. Just come up here and give me a kiss.”

  I moved to get on top of him and he lay down on his back. Scott didn’t have any clothes on anymore, and his hardness was standing tall between us. It had been rigid for a long time and me being on top didn’t seem to soften it any. It was still rock hard, and it moved a little when he settled down on his back. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, and it took several moments for me to realize that I was staring.

  “Come on, Mariah. I can’t wait any longer.”

  I moved slowly, but I put one leg on one side of him and then settled down on his crotch with the other leg. I didn’t go far enough for my core to touch him, but I knew it was only a matter of time. He pulled me down to him for a kiss and I tensed up, sure that he was going to make himself go in. I was bracing for it, but it never came. All that came was a sweet, chaste kiss that belied what was about to happen.

  He sidetracked me with his lips and I didn’t even realize he was rubbing himself against me until I felt it at my entrance. “Do you want to do it, or do you want me to just do it fast, Mariah?”

  I wasn’t used to all of these choices. I didn’t like the idea of him just ripping into me. I still wasn’t sure if he was even going to fit or not. He barely fit in my mouth.

  When I didn’t answer, he made the decision for me and told me to sit up. He was lined up right against me, and I knew that as soon as I sat up, he was going to surge inside of me and it was all going to be over. The idea of it made me move about as slowly as I had when I was getting on top of him. I felt clumsy up there, and I was trying so hard to keep him from pushing into me. It hurt a little, and the more I sat up, the more pressure went to my core. Soon I was panting and starting to think that maybe I was right and it really wasn’t going to fit.

  “You have to put more pressure on me. Sit up all the way, Mariah.”

  I tried to do as he asked, but then I felt a ripping as part of him pushed through my barrier. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before and it took my breath away. It also stopped the resistance that I had, and I suddenly fell the rest of the way down on top of him. I let out a shriek that I couldn’t stop and closed my eyes to the stretching feeling inside of me.

  “I can’t.” It was the first time that I had told him no in any way, but instead of being mad he just pulled me down to him and kissed me hard on the lips. Our eyes met, and for a moment I didn’t feel anything. He moved a little inside of me, twitching deep, and pleasure began to outweigh the discomfort that I’d felt in the beginning. Then all of the pain was gone and I was just left with a feeling of fullness.

  I started to move my hips a little. Each time I did I felt a shiver of pleasure run through me. It felt so good to have him inside of me, but I knew that there was more. I knew that if I pushed him he would give me more, and that was all I could think about.

  His hands went to my hips, and instead of doing anything or instructing me, Scott showed me what it felt like to move on him. “How does that feel, my little girl?”

  “God, it feels so good, daddy. I never knew it could feel this good.”

  He chuckled at the hitch in my voice as he pushed in deep and took my breath away. It was too much, but at the same time I couldn’t move as fast as I wanted to. I wanted all of him in me, and I started to grind down on top of him. Every movement of my hips pushed my clit against the wiry, rough hair above his cock. It was an amazing feeling, this dual pleasure, and I started to move faster on top of him. It was like I couldn’t stop. I just couldn’t get enough of him no matter how hard I tried.

  Then it was there, all the desire and need that I’d built up, and my whole body was exploding. It drained me dry, my body convulsing and then collapsing on top of Scott. His dark eyes followed me until I closed them completely.

  “Get up, Mariah, and ride daddy’s cock.”

  I just couldn’t. It was just too much. Surely he could see that.

  When I didn’t move, he started to thrust up inside of me from below. It made me whimper loudly. It was too big, and the feel of him inside of me threw me over the edge again. Each movement made my hands clench the hair on his chest. Finally, when he realized that I wasn’t going to do what he wanted, Scott bear-hugged me to his chest and started to slam up from beneath.

  I cried out as another wave of pleasure washed over me and his favorite nickname became a chant on my lips. “Yes, daddy, please. I’m coming!”

  This was repeated over and over again. I was completely wiped out, but I didn’t have a choice. The man was like a machine, rutting into me nonstop for what felt like hours. Finally I gripped his rod with my insides, and only then did he start to slow down as his breathing got faster. “I’m going to come, baby girl. I’m going to fill you with my daddy cum. Are you ready?”

  He released me so that I could sit up, and that only made him go deeper. I nodded my head to answer him, but I wasn’t prepared for what was next. Scott grabbed me and flipped me onto my back. It didn’t feel like he left me for a second; his co
ck just kept slamming back into me. He jacked my legs up to his shoulders and moved faster, if that was even possible. I felt like he was going to push right through me, but just before I decided that I was going to be pounded forever, he surged deep one last time and I felt the heat of his seed hitting my insides. It was more than I could take, and I pushed against his chest, trying to get him to move out of me. There was just no more room.

  When he did pull out, I felt the hot, sticky heat coming out of me slowly. Only when it had oozed its way out was I able to relax. Only then did I feel like I was finally done and depleted of all energy. I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to.

  I was only slightly aware of Scott pulling me into him. I was suddenly so tired that I went to sleep in his arms. It was just far too peaceful.

  ***

  The next morning was a little more awkward. Scott wanted me to stay and talk, but I knew that I had to get home. I was supposed to go with Sasha to see Elie. I knew that Elie was going to be mad at us for not showing up last night. I still didn’t know if I was going to be able to tell the truth and quit like I wanted to, but I was sure that Sasha had an idea of what to do. She always did.

  I drove home with a smile on my face but a bad feeling in my stomach. I tried to call the house to see if Kimmie was home and if Sasha wanted anything to drink. I stopped and got some coffee, trying to wake up a little more. My mind was torn between Scott and the night before and Elie. It always came down to Elie, and I realized then that he was just in my life too much. I’d never liked men like him, and he was about as bad as they got. The difference between the two men was almost unimaginable, and yet they were somehow tied to the same place. It just didn’t make sense when I thought about it.

  When I got home, there didn’t seem to be anyone there. Kimmie was gone, which wasn’t that surprising. She was at her boyfriend’s more and more. I knew that she was going to stay when we left, though, so I wanted to spend time with her. I made a note to call her after I got back from the club. There was no telling how long me and Sasha were going to be there.