Daddy's Possessive Friend (Once Upon a Daddy Book 12)

by Kelli Callahan

  “I’m just a very bad girl, Daddy…” I let out a little whimper and move my ass against his hand.

  “You’re going to be a very sorry girl when I get done with you.” Bram’s tone gets rougher, and I feel his hand again.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow…” I squirm on his knee.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Was your behavior so bad today that these need to come down?” He grabs the waistband of my panties.

  “I’m afraid so, Daddy,” I whimper and nod.

  “That’s what I figured.” He slides my panties down with one quick motion.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  There’s no malice. It’s enough to make my ass sting more than it did when my panties were up, but a lot less than his big, powerful hands are capable of delivering.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “I don’t think this spanking is going to do much to deter your naughty behavior.” Bram lets his hand rest on my ass.

  “Why is that, Daddy?” I look over my shoulder at him.

  “Because of how wet you are…” He slides his hand down the curve of my ass, and I feel his finger against my pussy.

  “Oh, god,” I moan, and a sensation of pleasure shoots through my body.

  “This is just getting you excited, it isn’t?” He moves his finger away, and his hand comes crashing down on my ass.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Yes!” I moan louder.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Bram squeezes my ass when the last one lands, and his finger rubs against my clit. He’s right. I don’t have the emotional pull toward punishment that I had last night. All I feel is excitement and desire flooding my veins—just like it flooded my panties before he pulled them down. I don’t want him to spank me anymore. I need something else a whole lot more.

  “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.” I push myself up and kiss Bram. “I promise.”

  Bram finishes undressing me in a flurry while I pop buttons and threads on his shirt. The fantasy was fun, but our bodies crave something else. Being a naughty little girl over my daddy’s knee has gotten me so turned on that my skin is sizzling, and my desire is boiling over. I didn’t get lost in my own emotions. I’m free from that albatross, and this is the confirmation I needed.

  “No more naughty behavior?” Bram’s gaze levels on me as he squeezes my ass with both hands.

  “Oh, I think there’s going to be a whole lot of naughty behavior tonight, Daddy.” My lips spread into a devious grin.

  “Not the kind you get punished for.” Bram lifts me up and drops me on the mattress, and I feel his cock immediately push into my pussy.

  Bram enters me with a hard thrust, and his lips find mine. They sear together as the heat simmers between us. The emotional unraveling I had last night feels like a fever dream that could have easily been a nightmare. If it was, the morning light washed it away. It’s forgotten and forgiven. I was afraid it wasn’t when he said we needed to talk about something. If there were words to say about it, hopefully they will never be said. I need him too bad. I need us too bad.

  “Don’t stop…” I purr into Bram’s ear as his thrusts pick up speed.

  “You promised to be a good girl, so I’m not going to stop until you come for me.” He exhales sharply, and I hear a throat-growl follow his words.

  The pressure is already building, and I know my orgasm is coming fast. The sounds echoing from our lips turn into music, a perfect melody of what we have—right or wrong, it doesn’t matter. His rough growl, my gentle purr, ragged breaths that signal an impending climax. I didn’t always know these sounds, but now they are the only ones I want to hear. His body is all I want to feel. His desire is all I want to taste. It mixes with mine and becomes sweeter than honey.

  “Oh god…” I let out a gasp.

  “Show me this is where you belong—show me this is the only place you want to be.” Bram’s thrusts get faster.

  “It is!” A surge of electricity shoots through my body. “The only place…”

  I can’t finish what I want to say, and truthfully, words aren’t enough. Bram knows how I feel. He knows how my body reacts to his. If he believes there is anywhere else I want to be, then he’s grasping for something that will never hang in the air again. I’m his. He’s mine. Our bodies say what words can’t, and the pressure builds until there’s nothing left but the climax. He’s there too. I feel his cock throbbing and pulsating inside me, so close to filling me with the desire that has ravaged my body since his rough hands first grazed against my soft skin.

  “You’re mine, Kiana.” His lips press to my ear, and his words echo. “All fucking mine.”

  “Yes!” I gasp and begin to come.

  The electricity moves through me like a storm. I come once, and it’s only a matter of seconds before I come again. Bram continues thrusting, and his breathing gets harder. I can tell he’s about to erupt. I move in unison with him, begging for his lust, and I get exactly what I crave. He hammers his cock deep, directly against my g-spot, and it pulsates a couple of times before I feel him explode inside my pussy. The thrusts pick up again and become more erratic as he gets the final ones in before he is spent.

  “You feel so fucking good…” Bram grits his teeth, and I see the fury in his eyes still blazing with desire.

  “So do you.” I gasp one more time as a rush goes through my body, and a small orgasm gives me another taste of bliss.

  Bram falls against me. His lips find mine, and we kiss as the adrenaline leaves our bodies. He said I was his. All fucking his. Those were the words I needed to hear—the words I’ve needed to hear my whole life. The independence I craved was due to circumstance, not because I wanted to be alone. I know that now. His arms is where I need to be. They pull me close, and the emotions flood through my body like the pleasure that took control when he was inside me. It’s a different kind of liberation.

  I remember what he said when he came home—what I wouldn’t let him say. After a brief respite, I slowly open my eyes.

  “Was there something you needed to talk to me about?” I shift in his arms until I’m staring into his amazing eyes.

  “It can wait...” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face.

  I don’t press him for more. Maybe I’m just afraid of what he might say. I shouldn’t be, not after he said I was his, but insecurity has been so commonplace in my life that it’s hard to keep my mind from going there. That’s not what I need to feel right now. Not with his powerful arms wrapped around my body and his stare saying everything I’ve wanted him to say since I fantasized about being exactly where I am.

  I move closer to him, and he begins to kiss me again.

  I can feel the desire building between us. Our bodies are ready to say more than words ever could.

  The night has already been amazing, and it’s far from over.

  Passion fuels us until we hit a wall of exhaustion neither of us can budge. We fall asleep in each other’s arms. The darkness of sleep consumes us until Bram’s alarm goes off the next morning. He’s the first one to sit up while I fight for a few extra minutes of sleep. I realize that isn’t going to happen when I feel his lips against my skin, and his hands slowly trace my curves.

  “Don’t you have to get ready for work?” I let out a light whimper.

  “Soon…” His lips tease my ear. “Why don’t you come take a shower with me?”

  “Okay.” I smile as the need for a little more sleep evaporates in an instant.

  It’s a wonderful way to wake up. Bram pulls me out of bed and into his arms. Our lips meet, and we kiss all the way to the bathroom where he starts the shower without taking his hands off me. Is this going to be the way we start every day? I definitely won’t complain if it is.

  “Do you realize how beautiful you are?” Bram smiles and traces my arms once we are standing under the water.

  “I just wok
e up—everything is a mess.” I look down and blush. “I think you’re being a little too generous.”

  “No, I’m barely scraping the surface.” He pulls me close, and his lips find mine.

  He does make me feel beautiful, and it’s completely different than how I felt when I was dancing on that stage. Those guys who leered and threw money at me didn’t make me feel beautiful. I was selling them a fantasy and nothing more. Bram makes it feel authentic.

  With his words.

  With his actions.

  The desire is mutual rather than one-sided. He rescued me from that stage, and now I’m breathing new air. I finally get an actual breath of it when our lips part.

  “Are you going to be a good girl today while I’m work today?” Bram traces my hips with his hands.

  “I might be.” I look down, and my devilish grin is impossible to hide. “Or maybe not…”

  SMACK! His hand catches me off-guard as he gives my ass a firm slap. It stings more than usual because of the water on my skin.

  “Perhaps you need a little motivation this morning.” His hand slides to the other side of my ass. SMACK!

  “I’m feeling more motivated already.” I let out a gasp and feel a tingle of excitement shoot through my body. “You don’t have to spank me, Daddy. I’ll be good.”

  Bram’s lips graze against my skin, and he presses me to the back of the shower. The closeness has my body buzzing and my pussy dripping wet with more than just the water raining down on us. He enters me quickly, and I purr into his ear as he begins to thrust. It feels amazing. He feels amazing. We feel amazing.

  Our bodies are perfectly tuned to our desires.

  Is there anything better than this?

  If there is, I’m not sure I can handle it, because this is a flood of emotions and a hurricane of bliss.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Bram

  The wrongs in the world have been righted. Well, almost. Kiana is on my mind when I leave for work, and the taste of her kiss on my lips isn’t the only reason. I didn’t tell her the truth. I could have, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Should I have resisted those gorgeous curves when I got home last night? Maybe. I just let the weakness consume me until it gave way to something incredible.

  I let Kiana call me Daddy after welcoming her father back to my company. I’m primed for the ultimate betrayal of Lawson’s trust. I’m coasting on embers that will turn into a raging inferno in an instant.

  But nothing has changed.

  I still choose her.

  “Good morning, Mr. Ward.” Joanna’s smile greets me, and I nod as pick up my cup of coffee.

  “How does my schedule look?” I glance at her computer and take a sip.

  “Well, there’s one issue that you don’t have to deal with,” Dan interrupts us as he walks up from behind.

  “Oh? What’s that?” I turn toward him with caution on my breath.

  “Mr. Brooks got everything sorted out with Jack. One phone call and that rich…” Dan lowers his voice. “That rich prick is finally seeing things from our point of view. Now he might make some money instead of throwing it away.”

  “Really?” I blink in surprise. “Wow, that’s really good news.”

  Dan rambles on about how great it is to have the band back together, and there is a new energy in him that I haven’t seen since he was young and hungry. I haven’t even discussed Lawson’s salary with him, and he’s already turned one of our most troublesome accounts around.

  I’m going to look like an asshole when this turns into a temporary arrangement, and he’s got both feet out the door—especially when everyone finds out why he’s gone.

  It was a mistake to hire him. It was a mistake not to tell Kiana as soon as I had an opportunity to do so. What if they talk? It’s been a while, but it could happen. I’m sure he’ll mention that he’s returned to the company.

  Why am I making this more difficult than it’s already going to be?

  “Heads-up!” A voice startles me and I look up to see Lawson hurling a bag at me.

  A bomb? Fuck, I dodged enough of these in the desert. What a way to go. I catch it out of instinct, and to my surprise, it doesn’t blow up in my face.

  “What is this?” I look at him with a perplexed daze in my eyes.

  “Damn, man. Did you already forget our tradition? Breakfast is on you tomorrow.” He chuckles and walks toward his office.

  Our tradition. Fuck. We used to take turns buying each other breakfast. Things like that are easily forgotten, but he didn’t forget my favorite biscuit. Sausage, egg, and cheese. I don’t think I’ve even had one of these since that tradition ended the day he left the company.

  It’s a small gesture on his part, but it makes me feel like shit when I finally get to my office. He’s trying to pick up exactly where we left off, and there’s a secret hanging in the air that is going to make that completely impossible.

  I can’t even eat my biscuit. It feels wrong to enjoy it.

  After a few minutes alone in my office, I remember that I didn’t get my schedule from Joanna. I got distracted by Dan and his news, then the man responsible for it distracted me long enough for Joanna to start making another cup of coffee.

  I call her for an update, get everything sorted out, and officially begin my day.

  The only place I want to be is home with Kiana in my arms. I can’t let another day go by without telling her the truth, regardless of what that may mean. I’ve never been two-faced, and now I feel like I’m wearing a mask at work that I can take off when I get back to my place. But it isn’t fair to do it there either if she’s embracing me without knowing that her father just bought me breakfast.

  Breakfast with father and daughter, in separate locations, with secrets lingering in both.

  The cowardly approach is never the most comfortable one.

  I agonize over everything until lunch and take a quick break just to get out of the building for a few minutes. When I return, Lawson is waiting on me in my office. He’s smiling. I take that as a positive sign.

  “You didn’t take a lunch?” I close my door and sit behind my desk.

  “Nah, I was too busy and completely forgot about it. You need to remind me next time you’re heading out.” He laughs under his breath. “Another tradition you must have forgotten…”

  He’s pretending like we never had a falling out, like he never left—like everything is just the way it used to be.

  “It’s hard to keep up with traditions when they end.” I give him a blank stare, hoping that he’ll pick up on the underlying tone, but it seems to go right over his head.

  “Temporarily, but we’ll pick up where we left off.” He smiles. “Anyway, I didn’t come in here to rag you about lunch. I actually wanted to talk to you about a potential new client.”

  “We do need to talk about our clientele.” I nod. “Things are different now. We don’t have any of the accounts you used to manage on the books anymore. There’s a reason for that…”

  “I’ve got a million reasons to motivate you to consider it.” Lawson puts a tablet down on my desk. “That’s just his starter investment. I’m sure you’ve heard of Walker DeLaney.”

  “The soap opera guy?” I tilt my head inquisitively.

  “Yep, back before I left the company, I had started talking to him, but then things kind of fell apart—for obvious reasons.” Lawson nods, and his smile gets a little wider. “He still wants to make money. No surprise there.”

  “I’ll have to do some research.” I glance at the profile Lawson has put together. “We’re very selective these days.”

  “He’s clean as a whistle, and he’s got a plenty of friends in Hollywood with money to burn if they can get a nominal return on their investment. We can do a lot better than nominal.” Lawson picks up the tablet.

  “We probably can…” I let out a sigh. “Okay, I’ll have Dan do an extensive background check and a comprehensive review of his finances.”

  “Thanks, I’l
l get to work on my next one.” Lawson stands and nods before he leaves my office.

  If any other employee brought me an account like this on their second day, I would probably want to hug them. Walker DeLaney isn’t the kind of client who would make us hire Keaton’s security firm every time he comes to town—much less the office. He’s just a standard Hollywood celebrity, and if he has any skeletons in his closet, the paparazzi would have dug them up by now.

  It’s a good account. It’s a valuable account. It’s exactly what we need.

  Lawson is working miracles while I’m daydreaming about having his daughter in my arms.

  It was a lot easier when I was angry at Lawson. I can carry a grudge with the best of them, and he gave me every reason in the world to hold onto the one that strained our friendship. It’s getting harder by the minute, which means I need to tell Kiana as soon as possible. If this is going to blow up in my face, I’d rather set that bomb off myself so I can deal with the fallout.

  It doesn’t matter if Lawson is trying everything he can to win Employee of the Month his first week back. Kiana is all that matters.

  “Mr. Ward, you have a visitor.” Joanna pokes her head into my office, interrupting my train of thought.

  “I didn’t have anyone on my calendar.” I look up at her.

  “No, it’s the same unexpected one you had the other day—Mr. Brooks’ daughter.” Joanna shrugs. “I didn’t even get a chance to ask if she had come to visit her dad before she said she was here to see you.”

  Oh no! Fuck!

  “Send her in, now!” I hop up from my desk and nod with enough urgency that is conveyed on Joanna.

  “Yes, sir.” She lets my door close.

  I didn’t have a chance to hide the panic. Joanna obviously picked up on it based on how quickly she scurried away. This is terrible timing. I should have told Kianna last night, and now I may pay the price for getting lost in the moment we shared. I have to tell her the truth and get her out of the building as quickly as possible.