My First Daddy: A Dark Daddy Romance (Dark Daddies Book 7)

by B. B. Hamel

  “Good,” I whisper back. “Why do you think I do it?”

  He chuckles gently as he rubs my wet panties. I stifle a groan.

  “You did good work. And I think you deserve a little reward.”

  “What kind of reward?”

  He grabs my hips and turns me, pushing me back against the table, lifting me up onto it. I gasp a little as he pulls my skirt up over my hips and leans over me.

  “Wait, Julian—”

  “No,” he whispers. “No more waiting.”

  He kisses me, hand between my legs, teasing my pussy. He pushes my panties aside and I feel his rough fingers on my clit, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.

  Oh, god, I’m on the conference room table, the boss’s hand between my legs. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I know I’m not going to stop. He kisses my neck and I groan, hands in his hair, pulling it tight. I love the way he grunts as his fingers slowly press inside my pussy, sending shivers down my spine.

  “You know this is a bad idea, right?” I moan to him.

  “I think it’s a very, very good idea.”

  “Someone might walk in. And you’re…” I trail off. I can’t mention my freaking dad right now.

  He laughs softly and kisses me, biting my lower lip, fingers still working my clit.

  “You don’t care about any of that,” he whispers. “You pretend like you’re a good girl, but let’s be honest. You’ve been imagining this moment since that first time I kissed you.”

  I bite my own lip this time as his cocky smirk covers his lips.

  “You don’t know anything,” I say, breathless, trying not to moan.

  He cocks his head. “I think I know a lot more than you realize.”

  He kisses my neck again and moves down, away from me. For a second, I think he’s pulling back, about to take off his pants.

  About to fuck me. About to take my freaking virginity.

  “Wait,” I gasp, pushing him back.

  He cocks his head, down on his knees, looking up at me. “You better have a good reason to tell me to stop.”

  I bite my lip, staring down at him. I can feel the words on the tip of my tongue. I should tell him, tell him I’m a virgin, but…

  I don’t say anything.

  Instead, he grunts, and his rough hands push my legs open. He kisses my inner thigh and I groan, staring down at him. He looks back up at me and pushes my panties further to the side as his tongue finds my clit.

  “Oh, god,” I gasp, tossing my head back. His tongue feels incredible and he’s not shy about licking me top to bottom. I’m moaning, gasping, wiggling my hips against his incredible mouth. I know I should stop this, pull back, something, but oh my god, it feels too good.

  This is what he does to me. Any good sense disappears as soon as he touches my skin. I don’t know why, I don’t know how I found myself here, but it’s too late.

  I pull his hair with one hand, pushing his mouth tighter against my pussy. He grunts, clearly liking it, as his tongue licks me faster, sucking my clit, teasing me with his teeth.

  I try not to be too loud. This conference room is mostly soundproofed, but still. If a single moan escapes this room, we could be finished. I mean, the boss kissing me is one thing, but his mouth between my legs, licking my pussy? That’d be the end of it.

  And I really, really don’t want this to end.

  He licks and sucks me, driving me wild. I’ve never had a man touch me like this. I roll my hips as his tongue presses harder against my clit. He slides his fingers inside of me, pulling back to look up into my eyes, that smirk still there as his fingers stroke in and out.

  “Fucking delicious. I knew you were a good hire.”

  I groan and glare at him. “You didn’t hire me just for this.”

  “No,” he admits. “But it’s an added bonus.”

  He presses his fingers in deep before I can call him an asshole. My protests are stifled by my moans as he returns to licking my clit, fingers still inside of me.

  I feel like I’m going to explode any second. It’s incredible, the way he fucks me with his fingers and licks my clit. His tongue does its work, gliding up and down in magic circles, driving me wild. I move my hips in rhythm with him, feeling that glow between my legs, keeping it deep inside of me as the pleasure mounts.

  His fingers move faster. I grip his hair tighter and bite my lip to keep myself from screaming. Fucking hell, I want to let loose, let myself moan as loudly as I want, but I keep it held in. That restraint makes the pleasure so much more intense. I’m almost trying to resist it while giving in to it and it’s driving me completely insane.

  I need to come so badly it almost hurts. He moves faster as I push him down tighter. I think he can sense how close I am. His fingers stroke in and out, his tongue licks me, his lips suck me, and I’m letting out tiny gasps of pleasure, riding the edge of pleasure and bliss.

  I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t take it a second longer. He presses his fingers deep and fucks me fast with them. That tips the whole thing. I tumble into bliss, the orgasm ripping through me, the moans getting louder now, completely uncontrollable.

  I come hard as his fingers do their work. He licks me through it, keeping the pleasure high, and I swear I come at least three times. It feels like six years, but probably only lasts seconds before I slowly start to come back down to reality.

  He licks me up, almost lovingly. I release his hair and fall back onto my elbows, bright red, slightly sweaty, and panting like I just ran a marathon.

  He stands back and admires me as he licks his fingers clean.

  “That’s what I expect from my new assistant,” he says after a moment.

  I meet his gaze. “Yeah?”

  “I expect total obedience. If I want to eat your pussy and get you off, you damn well better come for me.”

  I bite my lip. “Yes, sir.”

  He steps closer, cocking his head. “And there’s something else I want from you. Maybe you won’t like it, but soon you’ll learn to love it.”

  “Yes?” I ask, almost a whisper.

  He gets closer to me. He kisses me gently, and I can taste my pussy on his lips.

  “I don’t want you to call me sir. I want you to call me Daddy.”

  I move back, eyes wide. “What?”

  “You need a man to take care of you, Avery.” He reaches out and grabs my hair. I gasp and he kisses me again, this time a little rough. “You need a man to make sure you’re safe.”

  “And you think that’s you?”

  “Damn right it’s me. I want you to call me Daddy, especially when my tongue’s between your legs. Do you understand?”

  I glare at him, heart hammering in my chest.

  This is so messed up. This is my dad’s old friend, my freaking dead dad’s friend. And now he wants me to call him Daddy? Like he’s taking my dad’s place, except… oh my god. This is so weird, so insane, so messed up.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. A thrill of excitement runs through me.

  So wrong. So messed up.

  So freaking hot I can barely stand it.

  “Good girl,” he says, kissing me one more time and stepping back. “Now, get yourself together and head back to your desk. You have more work to do.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He smirks at me, turns, and leaves the room.

  I collapse onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I’m grinning and I can’t help but laugh a little bit.

  How messed up can my life get? I’m in some crazy relationship with my new boss, who’s like twice my age, and also an old friend of my late father’s, and now he wants me to call him Daddy. Oh, and I haven’t told him that I’m a virgin yet.

  I don’t know how this can get any more insane.

  And yet I love it. Oh my god, I love it. I’ve never felt happier, more alive, more excited. I want to know this man, to find out what he’s thinking, to understand him. I want him to push my boundaries even further.

  I don’
t care how crazy I am. I have a new Daddy in my life, and I want to see where this is all going.

  6

  Julian

  I spend the rest of that day and night thinking about Avery’s pussy. Even the next morning, as I sit behind my desk and sip my coffee, I can’t get her moans out from my head.

  I lean back in my chair. Avery’s sitting at her desk, not too far away from my office. I could call her in here, shut the blinds, do unspeakable things to her tight, young little body. She’s so fucking sexy, it’s driving me absolutely wild.

  And that bit about being her Daddy…

  I’ve never said that before. Never wanted it. Never thought about it. I know men my age sometimes get into it, but…

  Now I get it. Now I understand.

  It’s not just about sex. It’s about power. I want to be Avery’s Daddy, to fuck her the way she needs to be fucked, to take her and give her so much fucking pleasure she can barely understand what’s happening.

  But I also want to dominate her. And to keep her safe. And to take care of her. I don’t know why I feel this way, like I owe her something. Maybe it’s because of her father, or maybe it’s just because I like her.

  Either one is plausible. But I’m leaning more toward the latter.

  I gave her a job because of Kevin. I don’t owe her or her father anything else beyond that.

  No, everything from here on out…. That’s all because of her. All because I fucking want her and think she’s very, very interesting.

  I try to concentrate on my work, but it’s hard with her sitting so close. I resist calling her in here, since I know Marcy would likely hear anything we did in my office. Besides, I need to actually run this company, not just spend all my time daydreaming about fucking Avery.

  The day slowly passes. I give her tasks, but I keep things professional. We discuss business and nothing more, although I can tell she wants to say something about yesterday.

  I don’t let her. Lunch comes and goes, and when I get back, there’s a message waiting for me.

  “Someone named Sam called,” Marcy says. “Said you’re an old friend of hers.”

  My heart skips a beat. Oh, shit.

  “Thank you,” I say to Marcy and hurry into my office.

  I stare at my phone, my palms sweating. I’ve been waiting for this call. Hell, I’ve been dreading it. I knew she’d call, sooner or later. How could she not?

  I pick up the phone and dial. Samantha answers after a few rings, sounding older, but still the same woman I’ve known for a long time.

  “Hey,” I say. “It’s Julian.”

  Short pause. “Julian White,” Sam says. “How’s my daughter doing?”

  I glance up at Avery. She’s busy collating some files for me and doesn’t look back.

  “Fine,” I say. “Working hard.”

  “I was skeptical, when she told me about the job.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Well, you haven’t been in touch in a long time. I thought you forgot about Kevin.”

  “I didn’t forget,” I say, a little annoyed. “You know how life can be.”

  “Oh, sure.”

  “He didn’t reach out either, you know.”

  She laughs. “You think he would? You’re the rich and powerful one, Julian. You should’ve been there for him.”

  I clench my jaw. “Is that why you called? To guilt me?”

  She lets out a sigh. “No. I’m sorry. I guess… I still have some anger, but it’s not about you.”

  I relax a little bit. “I understand. And I am sorry. I regret every day that I didn’t see him.”

  There’s a short silence and I hear the phone shift on her end. “Let me ask you something, Julian,” Sam says. “Why did you really hire my daughter?”

  I feel the anger rise up again. Sam never liked me, even back in the day. She’s always had a low opinion of me. Thought I was a bad influence, that I always had ulterior motives for everything I did. And sometimes she was right, but fucking hell. It was hard to get a win with her.

  “I felt guilty,” I tell her. “I wanted to do something nice.”

  “Really?” she asks, sounding almost surprised. “I know I mentioned that she needed a job when you called, but I was just making small talk. I didn’t think you’d actually look her up and offer her something.” She pauses for a second. “You’re not the type to just do something nice for someone, Julian.”

  “There it is,” I say, annoyed. “I knew that was coming.”

  “So what? You haven’t changed.”

  “Oh, come on.”

  “It took you a year to call me about Kevin. And suddenly you hire my daughter to work for you, just because I mention offhand that she’s looking for a job? I find it hard to believe.”

  “Well, believe it. Is it so impossible that I wanted to do something nice?”

  “I guess not,” she says, sounding amused. “Even still. You know I don’t trust you.”

  “You’ve made that pretty clear.”

  “So, earn my trust then. Keep things professional with her.”

  I have to restrain myself from saying something stupid. Where the hell does she get off, assuming I’m going to do something inappropriate with her daughter? I mean…

  Oh, shit.

  I let out a breath. Shit.

  I can’t get mad. I fucking did do something inappropriate already. God damn it. The woman’s right about me.

  Well, fuck her. That doesn’t make me a bad person. I didn’t hire Avery just because I wanted to fuck her. I mean, okay, maybe there was some aspect of that, but not entirely. My intentions were pure, at least originally.

  They’re not all that pure anymore, of course.

  “I’ll do what I can,” I say finally.

  “That doesn’t inspire confidence.”

  “What do you want from me, Sam?”

  “Ideally, I want you to stay away from my daughter.”

  I have to clench my jaw again. “That’s not likely.”

  “I know. So keep it professional. And be nice to her.”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “Good.” She sounds chipper and I want to smash the phone. “It’s been so nice catching up with you again, Julian.”

  “Always a pleasure, Sam.”

  “Bye-bye.”

  I hang up, slamming the receiver down. I glance up and catch Avery peering in at me. I give her a tight smile and she quickly looks away, back to work.

  Fucking hell. I hate feeling like a bastard right now but none of this is simple. I’m not into this girl for nefarious reasons. I’m not trying to hurt her, take advantage of her, any of that shit.

  I’m trying to take care of her. I’m trying to be good to her.

  I haven’t wanted that in a long, long time.

  I’ve gone through a long string of women. Most don’t last much longer than a week, two at most. I fuck them, leave them, and move on. I never worry about their feelings, about what they want, about the fucking future.

  But with Avery, I’m thinking about all that. I’m wondering if we can possibly do this for long before it catches up with us. I’m wondering how I can make her life better. I’m thinking about making her feel fucking good.

  That’s not like me. Not at all. But I can’t tell her damn mom that.

  I try to lose myself in work. I try to forget all about Avery. But I know it’s futile. It’s not going to happen.

  At the end of the day, I get up and stretch. I pack my shit and head out, walking over to the elevator.

  And of course, Avery’s there. Of course, of all the people in this damn company, she’s the one leaving just as late as I am.

  She smiles as I walk over. “Hey,” she says.

  “How was your day?” I ask.

  She grins. “You know how it was, since you’re the one giving me stuff to do.”

  I laugh a little. “Yeah, of course.”

  She furrows her brow at me. “You okay?”

  “I’m
fine.” The elevator doors ding and open, and we step inside.

  The doors slowly slide shut.

  I look at her. She’s wearing a tight sweater and a skirt, her hair pulled back in a tight bun. She looks up at me, mouth slightly open.

  “Shit,” I say, step to her, and press her against the wall. I kiss her hard and fast, grabbing her bun, pinning her to the wall.

  Her hands wrap around my neck and she lets out a soft little moan as my tongue moves against hers, lips pressing tight against mine.

  We kiss like that, bodies pressed together, the whole ride down the elevator. I know someone’s probably watching on that little security camera but fuck it. I can’t help myself. I’ve been half hard all day thinking about this girl.

  Finally, we reach the bottom. We break apart and the doors slide open.

  She clears her throat. “Well, uh, have a nice day.” She looks back at me as she steps toward the exit. “Daddy.”

  I grin, heart hammering, as she walks quickly away. I follow and let her outpace me.

  Fucking hell. This is the problem, right fucking here. I can’t help myself around her.

  Doesn’t matter what my intentions are. At the end of the day, I want her, and I’m going to have her.

  And clearly, she wants it just as much as I do.

  7

  Avery

  My mother looks at me over her menu and gives me a tight smile.

  “How’s work, dear?”

  It’s the question I’ve been dreading, although I don’t know why.

  I mean, I know Mom has a complicated history with Julian. She hasn’t come out and said it, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like him at all. She wasn’t very excited when I told her that I’d be working with him, and she changes the subject every time I mention his name.

  Still, I knew he’d come up today.

  “Good,” I say.

  “Good.”

  We lapse into a weird silence. I bite my lip. The waitress comes back and we both order salads. My mom sips her iced tea and forces a smile on her lips.