Daddy Me

by Dukey, Ker

I quickly check my phone while I wait for Eve to bring me the contract packet. Sofina hasn’t texted me anymore. No, my girl is waiting for me to come rescue her from her brother. She doesn’t have to say it or beg for me to do it. I can read it through her unspoken words. I’d seen it dancing in her eyes.

  She needs me.

  And I need her.

  Something about her calls to my inner desire to own, mold, and hold that girl. She is a flame and I’m a motherfucking moth desperate for a chance to get burned by her. I need to stoke her fire. Show her what she’s made of. What she can be.

  The music. The stardom. Her career. That’s all a given. It has nothing to do with what else I want from her. If she decides she’s not into things with me and doesn’t want me, then she’ll have a nice recording contract with the best music label of this decade. I’ll step aside.

  But I know she wants more. She wants me just as bad. She feels it, this smolder between us waiting to turn into an inferno. She needs more.

  She needs the opportunity and she needs someone to hold her hand as she makes her way there. Her brother should have been that encouraging force in her life. Instead, he chooses to shove her into a dark box and seal it shut. The bastard is crushing her delicate spirit.

  Not anymore.

  “Here you are, sir,” Eve chirps, handing me the packet.

  I give her a smile as I tuck it into my bag. “Thanks, Eve. How was Starla?”

  She purses her lips. “Saddened that she would be leaving sooner than expected.”

  “How did she enjoy her parting gifts?”

  “She took that a little better,” she admits. “I mean, you gave her a car and padded her bank account. Who would be unhappy with that?”

  I give her a nod. “Very well. Good night.”

  As I walk to my car, I smile knowing Starla will be okay. I spoiled her, yes, but she’s more than a spoiled girl. Starla is smart and has drive. She’ll go on to do great things. I hope the next man in her life doesn’t undo all the hard work I put into her. I hope he cherishes her. Starla deserves it. I’m just not the man to give it to her anymore.

  The drive over to Ritz Russo’s is short and I’m nearly shaking with pent-up energy to see Sofina. This is why I had to pounce on her. She’s a breath of fresh air. I hadn’t realized I was only inhaling stagnant air this whole time until she blew into my life.

  I park in the shitty parking lot and make my way into the bar. It’s busy, but not horrible. I find Sofina behind the bar, her head bent down as she makes a drink. Her controlling brother is scowling at her, his jaw flexing.

  What a fucking prick.

  The desire to ram my fist through his face is strong, but I settle for meeting his gaze and giving him a smug look.

  I’m here for your baby sister, man.

  A vein in his forehead throbs to life, revealing his fury at seeing me. Unperturbed, I saunter toward him, extending my hand in greeting. He darts his gaze to the left, noticing a couple of patrons watching, and begrudgingly offers his hand to me. I shake it, meeting his firm grip with one of my own. He practically jerks his hand from my grip.

  “What can I get you?” he growls.

  My eyes slide over to Sofina and linger, before I meet his malevolent eyes. “I’ll take something sweet. Something that gets you drunk from one taste. One of your favorites. What will you give me?”

  His neck muscles twitch, making his tattoos seem to come alive. “Drop the fucking act,” he snarls.

  I hold up my hands, feigning innocence. “Just want a drink.”

  Turning on his heel, he storms off. My eyes meet Sofina’s. Her cheeks darken to a beautiful rosy pink. It makes me wonder if her whole body turns that lovely shade when she’s naked and beneath the touch of an experienced man. I walk over to the bar and sit down right in front of her.

  “The contract is in the car,” I tell her, smiling. “Don’t tell my brother I gave you the world. He’d try to talk me out of it.” I wink at her, loving the way she beams at me.

  “I can’t believe this is real,” she says with a quick glance to make sure Lucca is out of earshot.

  Reaching across the bar, I take her hand. “It’s real. You’re a star, Sof. It’s time you start shining like one.” My thumb runs across her soft skin. “But tonight…”

  “Tonight, what?” her brother snarls, slamming down a tumbler of something dark.

  “Lucca!” Sofina shrieks. “Stop!”

  He turns her way, searing her with a nasty look that has her cowering. Fuck this guy. Fuck the way he tries to pin her down when she was meant to fucking fly.

  “Tonight, she’s coming home with me.” I smirk at him.

  “The hell she is,” he roars, no longer caring about his patrons. “Get the fuck out of my bar, asshole.”

  I pick up the glass and drain it, my eyes locking on his. I set it down and shake my head. “Your sister needs a break from you. You’ve done enough damage for one lifetime.”

  My words wind him because he visibly flinches. Guilt flashes in his eyes before he hardens his stare once more. Turning from me, he glowers at Sofina.

  “We’re understaffed,” he growls at her. “You’re not leaving. So help me, Sof, if you leave, you can’t come back.”

  Her eyes water and her bottom lip trembles. Later, I’ll soothe away all her heartache.

  “Lucca,” she chokes out. “I do need a break. Not only from this damn place. But from you. You’re smothering me.”

  His jaw clenches and he fists his hand. It makes me wonder if he’s ever put his hands on her. If he has, and I find out, I’ll bury this asshole myself.

  “I’m your goddamn brother. He’s what? Some suit you met for a week? Come the fuck on, Sof. Look at you. You’re practically creaming your panties for whatever false promises this smarmy dickhead is offering you. Wake the fuck up. There is no contract. He wants to fuck you.”

  A girl walks past, and I tap her shoulder. She looks at me in confusion before a smile turns her lips up. “Yes?”

  “How’d you like to make a thousand bucks tonight?” I ask, challenging her with a lifted brow.

  Her mouth parts. “I’m no prostitute.”

  I fish out a grand from my pocket and hand it to her. “Help that guy out for the night.” Then, I nod my head at the door, my eyes penetrating Sofina. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”

  Lucca’s face is turning more purple by the second. I expect Sofina to fret or stall, but she surprises me. She must be more eager to get away from her brother than I ever thought because she bolts to the back. A few seconds later, she returns with her purse. I slap down a hundred-dollar bill for my drink and then walk away, ignoring the hateful look directed my way.

  Sofina rushes over to me and I take her hand. So small in mine. She’s so desperate to be taken care of—truly taken care of. In a way her controlling brother never could.

  I tug her outside and to my car. When I get to the passenger side door, I stop her by grabbing her hip and pressing her into the side of my car. Gently, I stroke her hair from her eyes—eyes she’s left untouched by makeup, which pleases me.

  “I’m so proud of you,” I tell her, my gaze drinking up every pretty part of her face in the moonlight.

  Her eyes widen and her mouth parts. “Why?”

  “You stood up to him. You came with me. Where you belong.”

  She bites on her bottom lip, her brows scrunching together. “I don’t know what I’m doing. If I’m making a mistake…or ruining my relationship with my brother.”

  I slide my palm to her delicate neck, loving the way her pulse beats erratically beneath my thumb. “Your relationship with your brother wasn’t healthy. Maybe it needed to get ruined first before it could ever have any hope of being repaired.”

  Tears glisten in her eyes. “Maybe.”

  “This thing between us has nothing to do with music or the contract,” I tell her, my eyes dropping to her plump, juicy lips. “If you walk away from me, you have a solid future. Understand?”
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  She nods rapidly.

  “This thing is different and we’d be idiots not to allow it to happen,” I rumble, leaning against her body so she can feel the effect she has on me. “Do you feel it too?”

  “Y-Yes,” she breathes.

  “Yes, what?” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her perfect lips.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl,” I croon. “Good fucking girl. Now I’m going to take you home so I can properly reward you.”

  Her eyes close and I kiss her supple mouth deeply. She deserves a taste of what’s coming. And it’s coming all right.

  I palm her ass cheek and grin against her lips. “Where’re your panties, Sof?”

  “In my purse,” she exhales, melting into me.

  Opening the car door, I pull away from her and nod for her to get in. Once she’s inside, I grab her purse, unzipping it and taking out the underwear. Black cotton. I bring them to my nose, inhaling, and my dick jerks. Then I put them in my pocket and take my girl home.

  My heart is racing. Like a flock of birds are inside me, batting their wings against my ribcage. The entire drive is like a tension-filled hotbox.

  “Your contract is in the glove compartment. Take it out and sign it,” he demands. “Then put it back and part your thighs.”

  My gulp is audible. I open the compartment and pull out a thick envelope.

  “Shouldn’t I read it first?”

  “Yes, but I can’t touch your sweet pussy until it’s signed.” He grins, looking over at me. “I don’t want there to be any confusion between us. The contract is a great fucking deal, Sofina, and it comes with no strings attached. Only your promise to work to the best of your ability as an artist.”

  I nod, my hands shaking. This is happening. A record deal.

  “Whatever happens from here on out, your career is safe. I need you to understand that.”

  God. I’d take him over the damn deal if it came to it. I want him so badly I can hardly think.

  “Pen?” I whisper, my voice raspy with need.

  He lifts the arm of his seat, and there’s a compartment with a notepad and pen. I reach for it and flick through the pages until I see a few tabs for my signature. I squiggle my name in all the appropriate places before shoving the contract back in the glove compartment and reaching for his hand.

  He’s warm to touch, masculine, a roughness that makes me squirm. I place his hand on my thigh and then part my knees.

  His intake of breath empowers me, and I feel brazen and beautiful in the small confines of the car. I’m wearing a calf-length dress that’s gathered up over my knees. The fabric ruffled and loose, allowing him entry to his destination.

  When he skims his palm up my bare skin, a zap of energy hums through me.

  The engine roars, the speed and powerful car vibrating the seats, adding to my need.

  His descent is slow and torturous. I push my hips forward, urging him to hurry up, but he simply chuckles.

  I blow out a breath and whine, “Touch me, please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please, Daddy,” I groan.

  His tongue slips out to wet his lips, and I have to bite mine to stop from moaning. His fingers tease my slit, stroking at the wetness gathered there. When he pulls his hand away, I gasp in shock and sit up to gape at him.

  He tastes the tips of his fingers and sighs. “You taste divine, sweetheart.”

  “I need more, please,” I beg, squeezing my inner muscles to try and relieve myself of the need to come.

  The car slows and he pins me with a devilish smirk. “We’re home. I’m going to eat your tasty pussy in about two minutes. Be patient.”

  Oh, fuck.

  We pull up to a large gate that opens on its own, leading up to a winding driveway. When we reach the top, a colossal house ten times the size of my own stands proud, surrounded by acres of land and lush landscaping illuminated by the moon and fancy lighting.

  He’s not only wealthy. He’s rich, rich. Mega loaded.

  Oh, God. What the hell is he doing with a girl like me?

  As if sensing my self-doubt, he grips my hand and says, “This is just stuff, Sof. I didn’t always have money, and one day you’ll have all this too. Bought by you because of your talent.”

  When he puts it that way, I don’t feel so bad.

  He shuts off the car and we head inside. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Well, only in movies. He drags me through the lobby into a huge kitchen. Before I can take any of it in, he grips my hips and lifts me onto the counter.

  “Lean on your elbows, beautiful. I need a little taste.”

  I arch back and watch him push up my dress to admire my pussy.

  He strokes a finger over the little bit of hair I keep there, and he grins. “I like this. Damn, you’re pretty, sweetheart.”

  His words make me melt, but it’s the way he says them that has me on fire. I believe his words. He truly likes what he sees.

  Thank God.

  I couldn’t bear for him to back out now.

  Hooking my feet on the edge, he pushes my thighs wide, and the cold air hits my warm lips as they part like a flower for his devouring.

  “Fucking perfect. Be a good girl and ask me to eat your pussy, Sof.”

  He’s trying to kill me.

  “Please eat my pussy, Daddy,” I choke out, ready to combust.

  “So polite,” he croons. “How can I refuse my good girl?” With that, he lowers his mouth onto me, kissing my clit before licking up the slit.

  My head drops back, and I shudder from one touch. Tingles shimmer up my spine and shivers sprinkle goose bumps all over my flesh.

  Curling his arms under my thighs, he palms my hips, gripping me to him.

  Licks and kisses torment me in the most delicious of ways. He teases my dripping hole with his finger, dipping in shallow and swirling. Without warning, he sucks hard on my clit and plunges two fingers inside, crooking them in a come-hither motion, hitting me right in a spot that makes me cry out in pleasure.

  The slight stubble on his chin grazes my thighs, and it makes me even more turned on. His lips taste and devour, his tongue lapping like I’m made of ice cream. He inhales my scent and eats me out until I’m soaked with release and a quivering fucking mess.

  My legs shake uncontrollably as his fingers fuck me and he flicks his hot, wet tongue over my clit nonstop. Heat pools in my stomach while my walls pulse and contract around him as an explosion of euphoria dances behind my eyes.

  “I’m coming,” I cry out, clutching my thighs closed, trapping his head. He doesn’t stop his ministrations. His fingers thunder into me hard and fast as he sucks on my clit until a flood of release bursts from me, uncontained and raw, causing me to moan so loud it echoes around the room. My pussy leaks all over his fingers, coating him in my juices.

  Before I can even catch my breath, he’s dragging me down from the countertop to my feet. He smashes his lips to mine in a claiming kiss. I taste myself on his lips and groan with him as our tongues duel.

  Pulling away roughly, he grips my dress around at the collar and tears it all the way down, sending buttons pinging to the floor, until it gapes open and slips off my shoulders onto the floor. He does the same thing with my bra, gripping it in two fists and snapping the fabric that tethers it together—pushing the material from my body. He studies my naked flesh with an intensity that makes me tremble.

  “You’re remarkable,” he breathes. Leaning down, he takes nearly a full tit into his mouth, sucking and releasing with a pop. “Turn around and grip the counter.”

  Oh, God. It’s exactly like my fantasy. I swear he has inside access into my head.

  I do as I’m told. My blood is rushing through me, igniting every nerve. He rubs a palm over my ass cheek, squeezing hard, almost painfully.

  “One day when you’ve sassed me, you’re going to wear my handprint right here.”

  I wiggle my hips, pushing my ass out, daring him. I throb when I he
ar the zipper on his slacks drop. I want to look at his cock, see it—hold it—taste it.

  “I’m going to take you roughly this first time, Sof, because I can’t fucking restrain myself. Hold on tight, okay?”

  “Okay,” I whimper, so desperate to feel him inside me.

  Kicking my feet with his still shoe-covered foot, he parts my legs for me and then he’s there, prodding at me. His thick head pushes against my opening, and I almost sag in relief when he thrusts forward, filling me up. The entry robs me of breath and stings, but the pain and pleasure send me rocketing to the fucking moon. I can’t get enough. He thunders into me, and I push back to meet him thrust for thrust. His outstretched palms grip my hips to give him extra momentum. My arousal drips over his cock and then down my thighs. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life or ever reached this kind of release on my own. Quakes tremble through me as pleasure rolls over me in shock waves. I use the counter for support, laying my top half down on the cold granite as he thrusts and grunts.

  “I’m going to come.” He sounds feral and hungry.

  “Fill me up, Daddy,” I moan, squeezing my walls around him.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, as warm cum ripples from him, flooding my womb.

  Oh, crap.

  I’m on the pill, but letting some guy I barely know come inside me is as reckless as it gets. So why do I still feel safe? Like he’d never expose me to anything dangerous. And if I were to get pregnant, he’d take care of me. He’s inside my mind, taking root, and I like it.

  I like it so much it scares me.

  “I want to hear your voice crying out all night for me,” he murmurs, slipping out of me and helping me stand. He spins me around to face him and then lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and curl against his muscular chest.

  “I’m going to keep you up for days, Sof,” he vows in a playful tone, squeezing my ass. “I hope you have stamina.”

  “I’ve got more than you, old man,” I tease. He’s not old. Not by a long shot. But it feels exciting to tease and test him. “I can handle it.”

  His features darken, not disappointing me one bit.

  “Hmmm,” he grinds out, playfully swatting my ass. “I’ll have to punish you for that.”