My Favorite Daddy: A Dark Daddy Romance (Dark Daddies Book 6)

by B. B. Hamel

  “That’s right, don’t be too loud, little Aria. Your roommate might hear you taking my big fucking cock in your tight little cunt.”

  “Oh, god,” I moan. “Please. Don’t stop.”

  “You want me to keep telling you how filthy you are? How badly you love my cock? You don’t care about anything but getting fucked right now, little Aria. You need your big Daddy’s thick cock between your legs. That’s all you fucking need.”

  I gasp and groan, pushing back against him, needing it so badly I can barely breathe. It rolls through my body, totally washing away the pain and the anguish from earlier today. All of my fear is gone, replaced by him, my Daddy, my Brady.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan as his fingers keep working my clit. “I’m so close.”

  He keeps thrusting, fucking me rough, like an animal fucks. I’m moaning and I have to press myself into the pillow again to keep from screaming. His cock thrusts, fucking me, takes my pussy, and the orgasm rocks through my body.

  I groan and roll my hips as he keeps fucking me through it. I can’t stop as he keeps going, coming over and over, the orgasm rolling and peaking and starting all over. I feel like I come ten times in a row, even if it’s only one orgasm.

  He groans and I feel him fill me only moments after I finally finish. It feels good and I move my hips for him, coaxing every bit of his hot cum into my tight little pussy.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans, and together we collapse onto my bed.

  I can’t help but laugh a little. “You think she heard?”

  “Probably,” he admits. “Do you care?”

  “I guess not.”

  He kisses me gently. “There. Now you kissed a boy in your bed.”

  I give him a look. “We just did more than that.”

  “But the kiss is what really matters.”

  “Right. Of course.” I smile and nuzzle up against his chest. “Thank you.”

  He sounds surprised. “For what?”

  “For making me feel better.”

  “You don’t have to thank me for fucking you.”

  “That’s not what I mean,” I say, glaring at him, “I mean, everything else. For being nice to me.”

  “Of course,” he says softly. “I care about you, Aria. I know it’s only been a short time, but…” He trails off.

  I kiss his lips. “I know,” I say softly, and we don’t say anything more, at least for a little while.

  I enjoy the silence with him. We breathe together, limbs entwined. It feels so good to lie here like this with him, like nothing else matters in the world but being so close to each other.

  I almost feel guilty about it. Louis is having such a hard time and I’m ignoring all my other clients for this. I should feel like I’m working this week, but instead, it’s been like a vacation. Being with Brady isn’t work at all.

  It’s easy. It’s fun. And it feels good.

  It’s strange to keep thinking of him as a client. We’ve done so much more together than I’ve ever done with any other client. Hell, we’re sleeping together. It’s not exactly professional between us anymore.

  I broke all my rules for him. I shattered them all, completely and absolutely. He knows where I live, he knows who I am. He’s in my bed with me after fucking me nice and rough.

  I don’t know what’s next. I don’t know what this is. But I do know that it’s not something I’ve experienced before, and maybe that’s a good thing.

  “How are you?” he asks after a while.

  “Good,” I say. “Sleepy.”

  “We should head back to my place,” he says gently.

  I hesitate. “Are you sure? Leave Zoe here?”

  “Tell her what’s happening. Tell her to keep the door locked. We’re close, so if anything happens, we can be here fast.”

  I bite my lip and hesitate. We could stay here, but… I don’t want to stay here.

  I want to be at his place. Maybe it’s selfish, but it’s safer there and more comfortable.

  “Okay,” I say. “I think she’ll be okay.”

  “Exactly. Just make sure she understands. And keep your phone on.”

  “I will.” I get up and stretch before dressing. He watches me the whole time with a smile on his lips. “What?”

  “You just had sex in your bedroom. How’s it feel?”

  “Strange,” I admit. “But good.” I lean over the bed and kiss him before heading toward Zoe’s room.

  Strange, but good. That’s exactly how I’d describe this situation. I’m with a man that’s paying me money, and we’re sleeping together, and I’m calling him Daddy, and another client is having a breakdown, and it’s all so confusing. I don’t know what to do about any of it.

  The only thing I’m sure of right now is Brady. He’s the only thing I feel like I can count on, at least a little bit.

  Being with him. That’s the only thing right now.

  I head into Zoe’s room and explain the situation. She thinks it’s insane but she promises to keep her phone with her and to lock the door.

  “You like him, don’t you?” she asks me as I’m leaving her room.

  I hesitate. “Yeah. I do.”

  “Good. You deserve this.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve spent so long listening to the problems of those other guys, you deserve to have someone like him.”

  I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”

  She grins and waves. “Go have fun. I’ll be fine. I’ll stay in lockdown.”

  “Good. And call if you need me.”

  I leave her room and find Brady already dressed. “Ready?” he asks.

  “Ready.” I kiss him softly. “You think this is okay?”

  “I’m sure it is.” He takes my hand and we leave the apartment together.

  Right now, I’m doing what feels good. That’s the only thing I want, the only thing I can picture. I’m doing what feels good and nothing else.

  Finally, for the first time in my life, I’m putting myself first.

  14

  Aria

  I wake up in Brady’s bed, the sun streaming in through the window, and I feel like I’m still dreaming.

  After leaving my apartment last night, we came straight here. He opened a bottle of wine and we spent the rest of the day laughing, talking, drinking, watching old movies, and eating. He even hired a private chef to come in and make us this incredibly good dinner.

  He did everything he could to get me to forget about what happened with Louis. It didn’t work, of course. I can’t forget that look on his face. But it helped, at least, knowing that Brady cares about me enough to try.

  I look over at him and he’s still sleeping. He’s so handsome, even in sleep. I want to reach out and stroke his cheek, touch the stubble there, touch his full lips, maybe wake up him by straddling his hips and pushing myself back down along his…

  I shake my head and grin up at the ceiling. I feel giddy, like a stupid little girl. For some reason, just being around this man drives me absolutely wild. I can’t help myself with him. I feel so happy and free and light, like I’m finally growing up.

  I think that’s a part of it. For so long, I’ve been worried about the happiness of other people. I’ve been talking to my clients about their problems, about how to help them, and I never once stopped to wonder about what I want or need. I’ve been so busy obsessing about how to make them happy that I totally forgot about myself.

  And now here’s Brady, totally focused on me. The others, my other clients, they focus on me too, but in a different way. They wonder what they can get out of me.

  Brady is different. I thought he wasn’t at first, I thought he just wanted to buy me and use me up and see what he could get out of me. But with every passing day, I keep seeing what he keeps hidden from everyone else.

  The caring Brady, the gentle Brady.

  And the Brady that can dominate me, make me feel so incredibly good.

  That’s the kind of man I wan
t in my bed. Well, that’s the kind of man I want to go home with, at least. My other clients are good people, but they’re not like Brady.

  I need to stop comparing them to him. It’s night and day. It’s no comparison.

  I look back over and his eyes are open. He smiles a little bit and stretches.

  “How long have you been up?” he asks.

  “Just a few minutes.”

  “What time is it?”

  I shrug a little. He grunts and rolls over, looking at the clock.

  “Perfect,” he mumbles. “Just a little after nine.”

  “I haven’t slept this late in a while.”

  “I bet.” He rolls back over to me and kisses me gently. “What do you want to do today, little Aria?”

  “I don’t know,” I say.

  “We can do anything you want. Dealer’s choice.”

  I laugh softly and kiss him. “Aren’t you the one that’s supposed to be in control?”

  “Yeah, I am,” he says. “But I also need to take care of you, and I suspect you could use some time to do whatever you want.”

  “You’re right,” I say, grinning. “First though, I could use a shower.”

  “That’s easy.” He sits up and kicks the covers off. “We’ll need to get you nice and dirty first, though.”

  I laugh as he rolls over toward me, grabbing at my hips and kissing my neck.

  “Oh, no, get off me!” I say, laughing and trying to push him away.

  He grins and grabs at me, pulling me closer. He kisses me as I struggle against him, laughing the whole time. I hit him with a pillow and he grunts, looking offended.

  “How dare you,” he says, and jumps on me again, pinning me down.

  “You monster,” I say. “You beast.”

  “Give me what I want and nobody gets hurt.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Every inch of you.”

  I’m smiling as we kiss, slow and deep and nice.

  It doesn’t last long though. Just as his hands start to drift over my skin, I hear my phone vibrating on the floor.

  “Hold on, I should get that,” I say, wiggling away from him.

  “Damn. Foiled again by the damn phone.”

  I roll my eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.” I grab my phone off the floor and frown. “Hold on. It’s Zoe.”

  I answer it and right away, I can tell something’s wrong. Zoe is breathless and sounds almost like she’s panicking.

  “Zoe?” I ask. “Are you okay?”

  “Someone just tried to break in,” she says, the words coming out in a rush. “Holy crap. I think he’s still here.”

  I sit completely still, shock rolling through my body.

  “What? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. He’s pounding on the door, yelling for you. Saying he wants another chance. Aria, who the hell is this? Is it that guy from yesterday?”

  “No,” I say quickly. “His name is Louis. He’s a client. I mean, I guess he used to be a client, I don’t know. We’re on our way.”

  “I’m freaking out over here. It’s too early for this crap.”

  “I’m coming. Just stay there.”

  I jump out of bed. Brady’s already moving, already throwing clothes on.

  Zoe hangs up the phone and I curse. I slip it into my back pocket.

  “Come on,” Brady says. “I think it’s time to call the cops.”

  I hesitate. “Are you sure?”

  “Look, I have a friend, he’s a homicide detective but he’ll be able to help. We can keep it private if you really want. But we can’t wait.”

  “Shit,” I say. “Fine. Okay. Call him.”

  Brady dials as we hurry out of his apartment and down into his car.

  My heart’s hammering as Brady drives fast through the streets.

  “What did he say?” I ask.

  “He’s off duty today but he’s on his way anyway,” Brady says. “His name’s Bunk, a decent guy. We went to school together back in the day.”

  “Really?”

  “High school. Good guy. We kept in touch, get a beer sometimes.” His face is serious, intense. “He’ll help us.”

  I’m chewing on my fingernails, an old habit, one I thought I kicked. But I guess it comes back in times of really bad stress, and I can’t think of anything more stressful than this.

  “It’ll be fine,” he says. “We’re close. Zoe will be okay.”

  “I know, I mean, it’s just…” I trail off, shaking my head. “I’m scared for him. I’m afraid he’s going to do something stupid.”

  “Stop thinking about him, Aria,” Brady says. The anger in his tone surprises me. “Why do you give a shit?”

  “He’s a good person,” I say defensively.

  “He’s a fucking psycho. He’s stalking you down, threatening you, trying to break into your apartment. He found out where you live against your wishes.”

  “He’s having a hard time…” I say, trailing off.

  Brady shakes his head angrily. “Listen to me, Aria. You don’t owe this guy anything. Hell, you don’t owe anyone anything, including me. If you want to tell me to fuck off when our contract ends, you can do that. If you want to take the money and disappear, you can. You don’t owe us anything. You don’t owe them anything.”

  I look away from him. I know he’s right, I’ve been thinking something like it ever since I started this thing with him. I know I’ve gotten too caught up in my little group of men, in helping them, in trying to make them better.

  I forgot how to make myself happy in the process.

  But still, it’s hard. I know Louis, I’ve spent a lot of time with him. I don’t believe he’s here to hurt me. I don’t think that’s even on his mind.

  He just wants to feel special. To feel like he matters.

  But why do I have to give that to him?

  I only did it before because he was paying me. It’s nothing more than that. At the end of the day, I have to prioritize myself, my own safety, my own feelings. I can’t keep worrying about other people.

  “You’re right,” I say softly.

  “I know I am. Put yourself first and forget about this stupid asshole.”

  I take a sharp breath and let it out. “Okay. All right. I’m trying.”

  “Good.” His expression softens. “Sorry if that was harsh. I just… I don’t want to see you let that guy hurt you anymore.”

  “I won’t. I tried, but I can’t let this go any further. It has to end here.”

  He smiles and puts a hand on my leg. I grab it in both of mine, squeezing his rough fingers, worry flooding through me but tinged by something else.

  It’s hope. It’s the belief that I’m not going to just keep stagnating, keep waiting for something better to come along, because I think that something better is already here.

  We park outside of my apartment. It looks quiet as we climb out of his car. Zoe called me maybe ten minutes ago, and I hope she’s still okay.

  Brady leads the way and I stay close to him, heart hammering in my chest. I go to unlock the front door, but it’s hanging open already. He glances back at me, worry on his face. “Maybe you should stay here.”

  “No, I’m coming.”

  He hesitates but nods. We push forward into the apartment.

  That’s when we hear the yelling. Brady hurries forward, down the hall, toward my apartment. The door is hanging open and it looks like someone blew the door handle off completely.

  “You stupid BITCH,” the voice yells. “Where the hell is she? I need her, god damn it. I need her!”

  “I don’t know what you want,” the other voice says, and recognition snaps into place.

  The first voice is Louis, and the second is Zoe.

  Brady pushes into the apartment. Zoe is standing up against the living room wall, eyes wide, and Louis is standing in front of her, a gun held up in the air.

  “Louis,” I gasp, eyes wide.

  He stops menacing Zoe and turns. His eyes are red
and puffy, his shirt is rumpled, and his suspenders are unhooked. He pulls his pants up with his free hand, hiking them up over his hips, eyes wide and frazzled.

  “I knew you were here,” he says. “I knew it, I knew this bitch was fucking lying.”

  I’ve never heard him talk like this before. “Louis, what are you doing?”

  “I need to talk to you.” He steps forward, gun pointed at us now. He waves it like he’s gesturing, trying to make his point. “I just need to talk. The way things went, I can’t, I mean, I need to talk, okay?”

  “Okay, let’s talk,” I say softly and go to step around Brady.

  But Brady won’t let me past.

  “How about you put that gun down first?” he asks Louis.

  Louis stare sat Brady. “Who the fuck are you?”

  “I’m just a friend,” Brady says. “Now please, put the gun down. Aria will talk to you without the gun.”

  “The gun?” Louis waves it at us. “The gun is my only fucking friend right now. Nobody listens to me, nobody takes me seriously. All day long, I’m told what to do, told where to go. Like I’m a fucking dog or something. I’m tired of it!”

  I squeeze Brady’s hand and step up next to him. “Louis, you know I’ve always listened to you, right? Where did you even get a gun?”

  He scoffs. “I fucking bought it. This is America.”

  “Okay, okay. I can listen. You know I always do.”

  “Have you? Do you? I want to talk right now.”

  Zoe is creeping away, toward the kitchen. Her phone is on the counter and I can see that she’s going for it.

  “Louis, please,” I say softly. “I’m here to help you. I’ve always been here to help you.”

  “No, no, no, no. I told you that I love you and what did you do? You didn’t care. You didn’t care at all.”

  “I care, Louis. I’m just afraid.”

  “Of what?” he screams.

  Brady tenses and steps in front of me again as Louis waves the gun in the air. It surprises me how willingly Brady steps in front of a gun, like he’s going to take a bullet for me.

  “Put the gun down,” Brady says.

  Zoe grabs her phone and Louis suddenly jerks in her direction. He spots her holding it up to her ear and screams.