Tyrant Daddy: An Age Gap Forbidden Romance

by Isabella Starling

  "You're going to play with yourself," I tell her. "And I'm going to play with my cock. And you won't stop coming until I've splattered my load all over you."

  Chapter 11

  Willa

  My mouth waters as I watch Raphael palm his growing cock. I want him inside me, but I'm too nervous to ask. Being around him makes me nervous. I've never been this jittery around guys my age, but something about Raphael makes all my hairs stand on end.

  I tentatively touch my fingers to my pussy, gently rubbing myself a little closer with every stroke. I can feel Raphael's eyes drinking in every inch of my body. As embarrassed as I feel, I don't feel the urge to cover up. I want him looking at me. I want his mouth watering, too.

  "That's right, trouble," Raphael mutters. "Do you like how hard I'm getting for you?"

  "Yes," I whisper. "Jerk it for me, Daddy."

  He groans at his nickname. "Do you call anyone else by that name?"

  I shake my head, telling the truth for once. "Just you."

  "Good." His grip tightens and I watch in wonder as the head of his cock grows redder. "I don't want you to. Ever. Now show off my pussy for me."

  "You don't own it."

  "I don't?"

  I hesitate, biting my lower lip before shaking my head no.

  "Who does, then?"

  "I do."

  He laughs out loud at this. "Sure, trouble."

  I stop touching myself and glare at him. "What?"

  "You don't even want control over your own pussy, do you, Willa?" he asks in a throaty voice. "You want me to take over. Make everything easier for you. Wouldn't it be easier not to decide when you touch and come?"

  His words are hypnotizing, and I find myself nodding at all those questions that are simultaneously making me blush. "Yes."

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, Daddy."

  "Good girl."

  There they are again, those two little words that always make me weak at the knees. Except tonight it's not bad – in fact, I fucking love this feeling. Being praised has never felt better.

  My fingers have found their way back between my legs, quickly rubbing my sensitive clit into an orgasm that makes my toes curl as I moan out all my frustrations.

  "Did you just come?" Raphael's stormy eyes glare as he jerks his cock. "Without permission?"

  "I... I didn't think you were serious," I stutter, coming down from the waves of pleasure.

  "I don't joke about your pleasure, trouble. I was going to fill you up, but just for that, you can lick my load off the floor."

  "What?" I snap, as he takes a step forward, placing my hands on his cock. My fingers tremble. I can't even put them together around his cock, he's too thick.

  "Jerk me off, Willa," he demands. "I want to come. As fast as you can't, and don't fucking stop."

  I bite my tongue. I want to argue with him, but I also want his load. My mouth waters even more as I watch his cock throb with the need to unload all over me. I stroke him with curiosity, trying to see the reactions my touch elicits from his dick. Once I find something he really likes, I repeat it, fast, then slow, then fast, then slow again. I can tell it's driving him crazy.

  I thought he'd fight me on this, wouldn't let me control how he comes.

  But Raphael seems to love it, though he’s glaring at me with a look I'm almost afraid of.

  "Fuck," he grunts. "I'm going to fucking come."

  I greedily kneel in front of him, but he grabs my throat and holds me at arm's length. I struggle but achieve nothing, glaring at him.

  "I told you, you're being punished," Raphael gets out through gritted teeth. "Watch it spurt on the floor."

  "No."

  "Yes." He jerks his cock fast then points it to the floor as creamy ropes of cum shoot to the hardwood. He comes with a pained expression, and I struggle against him to drink it right from his cock. But his grip on my throat tightens, hurting me, and I claw at his fingers as he leans down and steals a kiss from my parted lips.

  Before I can react, it's over. Raphael pulls back and exhales, pointing to the puddle on the floor. "Good job, trouble. There's your prize, if you want it, of course."

  He smirks at me and I hate myself as I hungrily lap up his load off the hardwood. I can't help it as I lick up every last drop. This is what he's turned me into.

  Raphael picks me up in his arms and places me on his desk. His fingers find my pussy and before I can stop him, his mouth joins in. Another orgasm wracks my body and I’m moaning for more all over again.

  While I recover on the desk, he kisses my cheek and disappears into the men's room.

  I shut my eyes and force myself not to go to that bad place that's always waiting for me.

  The one that tells me I'm worthless. Nothing. That a man like Raphael, handsome, successful, charming, could never feel a thing for a piece of trash like me. My bottom lip wobbles but I manage to hide it from him as he walks back out, gently wiping down my tired body with a warm cloth.

  ‘Good girl,’ he says and his words make me smile.

  After, he offers me one of his shirts he keeps in his office and I belt it with one of his spare belts. We pull two armchairs together and cuddle, watching the skyline outside.

  "So, what do you think, Willa?" Raphael whispers into the shell of my ear. "Will you let me control you? Let me decide when you have pleasure?"

  "I want to," I murmur back.

  "So say you will."

  "I will, Daddy."

  I feel his cock throb against my ass and I giggle, settling into his embrace. I've never felt this safe in my life.

  "Why do you like it when I call you Daddy?" I ask, snuggling into Raphael's chest.

  He seems surprised by my question though it doesn't faze him; he answers right away, saying, "It makes me feel important to you. Like you know I won't just fuck you until you cry. Like you also know I'll take care of you no matter what. You don't like it?"

  "I do." I look up at him, admiring his chiseled jaw and the faint hint of stubble. I think he mentioned he shaves every day, but by nighttime, his beard is already coming through. He's so very handsome. "It makes me feel the same way. I don't think it's weird at all."

  "Me neither, though it's not for everyone," he says. "It used to turn me on so much... It never meant as much as it does now, though."

  My heart skips a beat, but as if realizing what he's just said, Raphael clears his throat and absentmindedly kisses my bare shoulder.

  "Anyway, trouble. I need to tell you something."

  "What's that?"

  I can tell whatever he's about to say is troubling him, and he finally groans, pulling me up with him so I'm straddling his lap. I place my arms around his shoulders and tilt my head to the side.

  "Tell me, Daddy."

  "Don't hate me for not telling you sooner, Willa, but I... I actually know your parents."

  I pale and blush at the same time. "Oh?"

  He nods. "Dove and Nox, right?"

  I nod, feeling flush with embarrassment. "How do you know them?"

  "Your... mother never mentioned me?"

  I dig through years of memories, but there's nothing. No Raphael. I shake my head. I can tell this hurts him, but I don't understand why.

  "So, you know Dove," I say.

  "I know them both, like I said, though I'd say your father probably isn't the biggest fan of me."

  "Why's that?" My heart beats into overdrive anticipating an answer I already know I don't want to hear. "Did you and Dove used to date or something?"

  His silence speaks volumes and I groan, picking myself up from his lap. I start pacing the room in front of Raphael.

  "Fuck, I should've known. You're just doing this to be closer to her. I should've known all you want is to get Dove, not me. I'm so stupid, so fucking stupid."

  I bump against Raphael, not having noticed he'd come to stand in front of me. He takes my hands and pulls me in closer.

  "You're not stupid," he says calmly. "And I don't want Dove. I
n fact, meeting you has made me sure of that fact. I want you, Willa. Only you."

  I swallow the lump in my throat and manage a weak smile. "But... why has she never mentioned you?"

  "Because she probably wants to forget I ever existed," Raphael mutters. "We didn't have the best ending to our relationship. She always picked Nox over me."

  I nod. "So Nox hates you."

  "Oh, definitely," Raphael laughs. "And he'll hate me even more when he finds out about us."

  "You want to tell him?"

  "I think we should." Raphael kisses the top of my head. "Look, the night is over before we know it. I should take you home anyway. I, er... kind of let Nox know you were up to no good when you didn't show."

  "You what?"

  "I didn't know if you were safe," Raphael mutters. "And I was right, trouble."

  "Fuck. Nox is going to kill me." I run my hands through my hair, worried about the stand-off I'm bound to have with my parents. "Maybe I'll never go home at all. It's not like anyone would miss me."

  "Oh, come on." Raphael sits down and pats his knee. I follow his gesture and sit on his lap, burying my face in the crook of his arm. "They both love you, Wills. That much is obvious even to me."

  "They don't," I mutter miserably. "They have their own happy little family. They have no use for me."

  "I don't think that's true. You should talk to them, trouble."

  "I don't want to," I mumble. "I want to stay with you."

  "Well, I'm the one who started this fire, so I should put it out, too," Raphael says resolutely, capturing my wrists with gentle fingers. "Come on, Willa, I want to take you home. We need to sweep this under the rug once and for all. I want your parents to know about us."

  "They probably won't even care."

  "I think you're wrong again, trouble," he laughs out loud. "Come on, let's get you home and into your bed."

  "Are you sure you want to do that?" I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. "Nox is going to lose his shit when you bring me back. I'm tempted to just move in with you and never go see them again."

  "You're not serious, Willa, you love them and they love you." He buttons up a fresh shirt and I realize people are starting to come into the office building, their curious eyes finding us through the glass doors of Raphael's office.

  Dressed only in Raphael’s shirt that barely covers my ass, I feel shame burning my cheeks as we exit the office. The woman at the reception desk is polite, almost afraid of Raphael. She only sneaks one glance at me, but I can tell she's amused.

  It makes me wonder about so much – like Raphael's fiancée.

  Does this mean I'm now his sidepiece, or will he break up with that woman I've seen in pictures with him?

  Selfishly, I hope he won't stay with the pretty, older blonde. I want him for myself and I can't bear the thought of losing Raphael to some woman I obviously can't compare to.

  All these thoughts and more circle my head as Raphael straps me into the passenger seat and begins the drive to my house. I don't say a word the whole ride over. By the time he pulls up on our cul-de-sac, I see two police cars up front along with Nox in his robe, and I know I'm fucked.

  "Last chance to change your mind." I grab Raphael's arm, pleading with him. "Please. I really don't know if I can deal with this right now."

  "You want to go?" he asks softly.

  But by then it's too late.

  Nox has spotted the car, and he's coming over wearing a thunderous expression.

  Suddenly, I'm no longer afraid for myself.

  I'm terrified of what my father will do to my sugar daddy...

  Chapter 12

  Raphael

  I'm tapping my fingers against the door as I watch Nox walking up to the car. From the scowl on his face, I can tell he's ready for a fight.

  With a heavy sigh, I push open the door and get out of the car.

  "I didn't come here looking for trouble," I say resolutely. "I just came to –"

  "Is she with you?" Nox snarls at me before I can even get my sentence out. "Do you have her?"

  Answering his question for me, Willa pushes the passenger door open and gets out of the car, smiling apologetically at her father.

  "Hey, Nox."

  There's a look of pure relief on Nox's face – but it only lasts a moment and then it's replaced by pure, undiluted anger.

  "You going to explain this, Willa?" he hisses at his daughter. "What are you doing with this prick?"

  "He helped me," Willa cuts in with a pout. "He didn't do anything wrong."

  "Oh, fucking sure," Nox scoffs. "I knew you were up to something, you sick son of a bitch."

  Before any of us can stop him, Nox has thrown himself at me like a wild animal. I'm looking out for a weapon in his hands but there's nothing except the man's clenched fists – and those hurt like a motherfucker as they connect with my jaw.

  I stumble back then pick myself up again. The next time he comes at me, I'm ready, and he doesn't move me an inch. Growing angrier, he throws himself at me again and again, screaming his head off.

  "Nox, Nox, Nox!"

  Suddenly Dove is between us, trying to push her husband off me.

  "Don't do this," she whispers. "Remember your parole."

  I raise my brows as Nox runs his fingers through his dark hair and paces the sidewalk. There's a small crowd gathered on the street now, and everybody's staring us down just as the police officers run forward.

  "Is there a problem here, sir?" The male officer addresses me, and I can tell Nox is going to explode again since the man addressed me and not him.

  "Everything's fine," I mutter, motioning for him to back off. "I brought Willa home. I'm sorry for everything."

  "You're about to be real fucking sorry, you piece of shit," Nox growls at me just as two little boys come out of the house.

  "Dad?"

  Nox looks over his shoulder at the boys, carbon copies of him and Dove. They must be their sons. The family resemblance is uncanny.

  "Everything's fine, boys," Nox calls out. "Go back inside the house."

  The two boys don't budge, watching with wide eyes.

  "We're sorry, Mr. Miller, but you were still in violation of your parole," the female officer speaks, her eyes filled with pain as she reads Nox his rights.

  "Parole?" Willa's bottom lip wobbles and she glances between Nox and Dove. "You don't have to go back, do you?"

  "You have the right to remain silent," the officer begins, making my blood run cold. Fucking hell, I've really just fucked up this guy's life in one fell swoop.

  "I'll get you a lawyer," I tell a crestfallen Nox. "The best."

  "Fuck your lawyer and fuck your money, and fuck you," Nox spits out. "Stay the fuck away from my daughter."

  "That's enough," the other officer barks. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut, Mr. Miller."

  They shove him into the squad car and we all watch as Dove runs up after him, eyes glistening with tears because she can't leave her children with me and go with her husband. She doesn't trust me now, either. She probably never did. The woman only has eyes for her monster of a spouse.

  After Dove gets some information, the car pulls away and she runs to her crying young boys, not even glancing at me and ignoring Willa.

  "I'm... I'm sorry," my girl mutters miserably. "I didn't think this would happen."

  "No, you didn't think, did you?" Dove's barely fighting back tears, sighing and shaking her head. "Can you watch them, Willa? While I go to the police station?"

  "N-No."

  We all look at Willa with surprise. She risks taking a long look at me before drawing a deep breath.

  "I'm going to stay with Raphael for a while."

  "Are you kidding me?" Dove shoos the crying boys inside with some comforting words before walking up to me and shoving her finger into my chest. "How dare you manipulate her! How dare you toy with her emotions! How dare you try to ruin my family!"

  "That was never my intention," I reply, capturing her wrist in
my hand. A few years ago, this would've wrecked me. But not now that I've met Willa. She makes everything I went through with Dove pale in comparison. "I can't help how I feel, but if you're against this, I'll stay away."

  "No, you won't." Willa walks up to me and grabs my hand. "I want to be with him, Dove."

  Her mother shakes her head in disbelief. "I guess I can't stop you, Wills. You're eighteen now."

  "I'm sorry for hurting you and Nox. I never deserved you in the first place."

  Before Dove or I can say a thing, Willa locks herself back inside the car.

  Now, her mother's attention is firmly on me and she seems fucking pissed. She looks at me with pure disgust before saying, "I hope you finally got what you wanted and that it was worth ruining my life for."

  "Willa loves you, Dove."

  "Don't you dare say her name," she spits out. "Or pretend you know anything about my daughter. I know you're doing this out of revenge, Raphael."

  "This isn't about you," I say in response. "It's about your daughter. I... I have feelings for her."

  "You think that's enough?" She laughs bitterly. "That's nothing, Raphael. She needs love, not your fucking pathetic feelings. Bring her home once she realizes that, please. Because she'll realize just how bad you are for her soon. I'll make sure of it."

  I remember the blackmail note in my office.

  Could it have been Dove that sent it?

  Is she capable of blackmailing me to get me to stay away from Willa?

  The dark spark in her eyes tells me everything I need to know.

  I'm about to turn around and get in the car when Dove's fingers wrap around my forearm, pulling me back.

  Had this happened years ago, things would end a lot differently for Nox's little bird. But this time, I merely shrug her off with an icy expression. Dove doesn't have the effect she used to have on me, and she seems to have realized that now as well.

  "Does she know about Elise?" Dove asks in a hushed tone.

  Fuck. I managed to completely forget about the woman who's moved into my apartment to play a front.

  I nod. "She knows I'm engaged. But that's –"

  "Fuck, Raphael!" Dove runs her hands through her dark hair. "You're stringing her along. We both know she's going to get hurt, either by you, or by Elise herself."