Daddy's Rich Enemy

by Katie Ford

Taking a big gulp, I swallow anxiously. “Yes,” I say. “Um, I mean, the latter. Please.”

  Dane grins as he slices a bite of steak and holds it out to me. I blush as I lean forward to bite it from the end of his fork. It’s so good that I can’t stop myself from moaning softly as the juices flow over my tongue.

  “Good,” Dane growls. “You’d better be ready for me, Allie.”

  A hot flash of arousal sears my skin.

  All I can do in response is nod.

  After our meal, Dane has Hanson drive us to his condo. I’m not surprised to learn that he lives in a gorgeous penthouse overlooking Central Park. It’s classy and trendy at once, but I barely have time to look around before Dane sweeps me into his arms and kisses me deeply.

  His tongue probes my mouth, finding all the hidden corners and places as I wilt in his arms. His muscular chest and arms make me feel so safe and protected as he holds me close.

  “I missed you,” I murmur softly. Being with Dane is like a drug more powerful than heroin. The two glasses of wine that I drank are swimming through my veins and I feel delicate and weightless as Dane scoops me up and carries me down the hall. I’m barely aware of dropping down on a soft, king-sized bed.

  “I need you,” Dane growls softly. He pushes me down on the mattress and kisses me savagely. Biting at my lower lip with his sharp teeth, Dane slides his hands under my shirt and tugs it over my head. As he tosses it to the floor, he presses his face into my breasts. I gasp with pleasure as Dane reaches into the cup of my bra and pinches one stiff nipple. The sensation of pain mixing with my intense arousal is too much and I moan loudly.

  “Good girl,” Dane grunts. “You’re going to take everything I do to you, Allie. Do you understand?”

  I whimper and nod. Dane unhooks my bra and tosses it away. Then he dips his head to my chest and nips and bites my breasts. His sharp teeth feel incredible as his warm tongue gently laps at the bites. I never thought that pain could feel good, but now that I’m experiencing it like this, I don’t want it to stop.

  Dane reaches between our bodies and fumbles with the zipper of my jeans before yanking them down my hips. It feels naughty to be clad only in panties while he’s still dressed, and I moan softly as Dane nuzzles at my tummy.

  When I feel Dane’s fingers rubbing at the crotch of my panties, it’s all I can do not to cry out with pleasure. A hot, throbbing sensation builds in my lower belly and I whimper and grunt. Spreading my legs, I grind my pussy against his hand, wanting more.

  Dane takes his hand away and I gasp loudly. My eyes fly open and I groan as I see him staring at me with his arms folded over his chest.

  “What?” Dane asks. He grins at me and I moan softly.

  “More,” I beg softly. “Don’t stop touching me, Dane. Please.”

  Dane smirks. “You’re going to have to touch yourself,” he says. He takes one of my hands in his and guides it to my pussy. My first instinct is to yank my hand back, but then Dane guides my fingers and rubs my clit through the crotch of my panties.

  “See?” Dane croons. “Doesn’t that feel good when you play with yourself like a bad girl?”

  Shame and arousal mingle together in my body and I’m glad for the dark of the room so that Dane can’t see how I’m blushing. But he’s right – it does feel good, and soon I arch my back and moan as my fingers frantically rub my clit through my panties.

  “I want you to get on your knees for me,” Dane growls. “Take your panties off, then kneel with your legs spread and finger your clit for me.”

  Hot lust races down my spine as I rush to comply with my master’s command. My legs are shaking like jelly as I kneel on the bed, but the cool air of the room feels so good on my wet pussy that I’m moaning before my fingers are on my clit again.

  “Open your eyes and stare at me, Allie,” Dane orders. “Look at me.”

  Blushing madly, I comply. It’s hard to stay focused on Dane as my fingers rub delicious slow circles around my clit and my pussy is aching for attention. My inner thighs are slippery with my own juices and my whole body is crying out for Dane.

  “Are you close?” Dane asks.

  I nod and whimper.

  “Don’t stop rubbing yourself,” Dane orders. “You’re a naughty little slut, and naughty little sluts have to take their punishment.”

  I gasp when I feel Dane’s hand on my ass. The slap startles me, but it sends a ringing bolt of pleasure through my lower body. Without thinking about it, I shove my butt backward towards Dane.

  “So, you know what I’m going to do,” Dane purrs. When I feel his fingers sliding into my pussy, I moan and rock my hips. To my surprise, Dane draws his fingers away.

  That’s when I feel Dane probing my butt with his finger.

  “Such a tight little puckered hole,” Dane growls. “I’m going to stretch your asshole out and fill you with cum, you naughty girl.”

  The thought fills me dread, but also arousal. My pussy clenches at the thought of Dane’s massive cock stretching me, but I can’t deny that I’m curious. I’ve always wondered what anal would feel like.

  “Don’t take your hand away from your cunt,” Dane orders. “If you stop touching your clit, I won’t fuck you. Not in the ass and not in the pussy.”

  I whimper my assent as I feel the head of Dane’s massive cock poking at the tight entrance to my most secret hole. When he pushes inside, I gasp. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but I feel strangely full.

  Dane steadies himself with one hand against my hip. I hold my breath as his cock plunges deep inside my asshole, crying out when I feel Dane’s massive balls slapping against my pussy.

  “Do you like being fucked in the asshole?” Dane grunts as he thrusts harder and harder. I cry out in ecstasy as his massive erection fills my asshole. It feels so dirty and intimate, like Dane is claiming me for his own, and between the sensation in my ass and the tingling in my clit, I know that I’m about to explode.

  “Yes, Dane!” I moan loudly, arching my back. I bend over and brace myself against the bed with my free hand. The mattress is bucking with the force of Dane’s thrusts and I can feel my asshole stretching with every delicious moment.

  Dane tangles his free hand in my hair and yanks my head back. His body bucks and thrusts hard against mine and I rub my clit harder than ever. My whole pussy is soaking wet and juice drips down the inside of my thighs. A hot coil of pleasure explodes in my lower belly and I hold my breath as a powerful orgasm crashes over my head.

  “Come for me, baby girl!” Dane shouts. “Come hard!”

  I scream in pleasure and writhe in Dane’s hands. Shoving my ass against his balls, I relish the taboo sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my loose asshole.

  “I’m gonna fill you up with cum,” Dane growls in my ear. He spanks my ass hard enough to make me jump, then grabs me by the hips with both hands. I can feel his cock pulsing and twitching as he gushes cum deep inside my body.

  When it’s over, I’m trembling and shaking and covered with sweat. Dane slides out of my ass and grabs me in his arms before tackling me to the mattress and kissing me passionately. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth and his teeth bite at my lips until I’m weak in his arms once again.

  Dane breaks the kiss and slides me across the bed. He unfolds a down duvet and pulls it over our sweaty, naked bodies.

  I know I shouldn’t get too comfortable, but being with him feels so good that I can’t help closing my eyes and snuggling up to Dane’s muscular chest.

  “God, baby,” Dane growls as he nuzzles my neck. “That was fucking perfect. You’re so fucking hot. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  I shake my head. “No,” I say softly.

  Dane wraps an arm around my waist. “Stay with me tonight,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

  I’m so worn out from the hot sex that all I can do is nod. As my eyes close and my head settles into the soft pillow, I know that I should leave.

  I can’t keep doing this. The
re’s no way anything permanent would ever happen between Dane and me. A man like him doesn’t want a hopelessly naïve girl like me. I’m sure he’s just getting his kicks by temporarily having fun with me.

  But before I can think more, sleep comes and everything fades to a peaceful black.

  ***

  When I wake up, I gasp in panic. I’m in the middle of an unfamiliar, dark room.

  It takes me a moment to realize that I fell asleep in Dane’s bed. My heart is racing and I swallow as I turn to watch Dane sleeping. Moonlight streams in through the windows, painting his face with a soft light.

  My heart swells and I want nothing more than to take his arm and wrap it around my shoulders.

  Then I remember the truth: there’s no way Dane would want to wake up to me. It’s not possible – he can’t be nearly as attracted to me as I am to him. I’m a novelty for him, a toy.

  That’s all it is and I have to get out if I want to make sure that I don’t get hurt.

  As quietly as I can, I gather my clothes and dress. Standing in the doorway, I blow Dane a soft kiss.

  “I’ll miss you,” I say softly. “Don’t forget me.”

  Chapter Ten

  Dane

  When I wake up, I reach for Allie. I expect my hand to find her warm, soft body curled up next to mine. But when my fingers grope only air, my eyes shoot open and I bolt up in bed.

  “Allie?” I call. “Are you still here?”

  My only answer is silence. With a groan, I roll over and climb out of bed. Sure enough, Allie’s clothes are gone from the floor. I narrow my eyes as I pad into the kitchen, hoping to see her round ass in front of the stove.

  But there’s no one there. Hell, there’s not even a note.

  I reluctantly go back to my bedroom and into the bathroom where I turn the water up as hot as it will go. I can’t believe she just left like that.

  What happened?

  I hope I didn’t scare her away with the rough sex. She seemed to love it, though. I could feel her relaxing and letting me penetrate her as deeply as possible.

  God, just thinking about it now is making me hard.

  It wasn’t just the sex, though. It was everything. Being with her makes me feel like a completely different man. She makes me feel alive.

  I’m so sad and angry that she has such a poor opinion of herself, though. I could kill the people who made her feel that way about herself.

  Allie Carter is a beautiful, sweet young girl.

  She’s too good for a dirty old man like me.

  I know that I should leave her alone and let her go.

  But I can’t.

  I feel ashamed of myself as I cross the floor of my condo and press my finger to the small security box installed on the wall by the door. A series of three small beeps sounds to indicate that I’ve unlocked the system.

  Crossing the floor again, I plop down on my couch and turn on the television. My remote has the same fingerprint scanning technology, and after unlocking it once again, the television shows four different camera angles, all cleverly hidden inside my condo.

  “Rewind,” I growl into the remote. In a few seconds, I see myself waking up alone in bed. For a few minutes, nothing. Then, I see Allie’s silhouette sneaking out at four-thirty-two in the morning.

  “Freeze.” The screen pauses on Allie’s lovely face in the shadows of my foyer.

  “Identify,” I say to the remote. Milliseconds later, the screen in front of me displays the Lockdown logo as the software tracks Allie.

  “Results identified,” the television says to me.

  My heart is in my throat as I wait for the details to show up on the screen.

  Allison Amanda Jean Carter, aged 20.

  Daughter of James Earl Carter and Donna Jean Carter.

  Resides: 1125 Northwood Bluffs Terrace, Scarsdale NY 10583

  For a moment, the pain in my chest is too intense and I feel like I can’t breathe.

  No, this can’t be possible. A feeling of sickness washes over me and I feel faint. Gripping the edge of the couch, I squint at the screen.

  “God damn it,” I mutter under my breath as I realize the terrible truth. Allie is the daughter of none other than my rival. James Carter and I have been competing since we were both in our early twenties.

  I’ve always hated him. He came from a rich family and squandered his inheritance trying to break into the security industry. We actually worked together for a brief period, but it all ended when James stole software that I had personally developed at Lockdown.

  In other words, he’s a piece of shit unethical asshole.

  I’ve hated him for years, but since I was never able to prove anything against him, he was never charged for his crimes.

  The news feels like a punch in the gut. I can’t believe Allie – sweet, curvy Allie – is the daughter of the vilest man in the world.

  I feel sick to my stomach as I switch off the television and begin pacing around the living room. Unwilling to dwell on the consequences any longer, I storm into my bedroom and change into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

  I need to go to the gym and sweat this out until I can’t feel anything anymore.

  It’s all so strange. In my infatuated state, I never thought to push Allie into telling me exactly what she was doing outside my building that day. She was crying on a bench in professional clothing...what, had she been trying to get a job?

  Jesus fucking Christ, I feel sick.

  Not to mention the Excellence Awards. Now everything makes sense – of course she knew I’d be there. Her father probably put her up to it.

  Now, I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do. Allie’s father is the one man I’d love to see thrown in the dankest of prisons.

  But that doesn’t change the fact that James Carter is still Allie’s father.

  I feel like I’m falling in love with her. Hell, I know that I’m falling in love with her.

  So, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?

  Chapter Eleven

  Allie

  “It’s been days since I’ve heard from him,” I complain morosely to Mara. “I think he was just using me for sex.”

  Mara narrows her eyes and reaches deep into the popcorn bucket for the last handful of kernels.

  “Al, you’re the one who left his place in the middle of the night,” she replies skeptically. “Don’t you think that may have sent the wrong message?”

  I pout and dump the last of the Milk Duds into my mouth. Movie nights have been a ritual with Mara for years. We used to go to Blockbuster and spend hours picking out a DVD to watch, but things are a little different. Now, we load up on junk food from the grocery store and scroll through Netflix.

  Oh, technology.

  “I’m not trying to be mean,” Mara says gently. She chews thoughtfully on a strand of red licorice. “I’m just being honest. Most guys would take that as a sign that you’re not interested.”

  My cheeks tingle with a pink blush and I bite my lip. I still haven’t told Mara all the dirty details about my newfound sexual awakening, but I know that she can tell something has changed.

  “I’m very interested,” I say. “I just...”

  “Allie, tell me,” Mara says. She narrows her eyes at me. “Best friends don’t keep secrets, right?”

  “He doesn’t want a silly little girl like me,” I reply. “I’m fat. And stupid. And worthless. Why would he want me when he could have a supermodel?”

  “Maybe he’s had a supermodel or two and found them lacking,” Mara says with a giggle.

  I glare at her. “That’s not funny! If anything, that just makes me feel even worse! Knowing he’s probably slept with some of the most beautiful women in the world...and then me.”

  “Allie, please,” Mara says. “If anything, that means he probably likes you a lot. He did chase you down on campus after all.”

  Her words don’t reassure me much. I published the interview with Dane in our school paper, and my favorite profes
sor gave me extra credit for it. But since then, I haven’t heard from him.

  “He obviously only did me a favor to get back in my panties,” I mutter.

  Mara gives me an exasperated look. “Allie, you know I love you, but you can be so frustrating!”

  I squint. “What?”

  “I thought you wanted him to want you,” Mara replies.

  “It’s complicated,” I say slowly, rolling the words in my mouth like rocks. “I do want him to want me. But, I think I want more.”

  Mara raises an eyebrow. “More than a gorgeous rich guy chasing you around?”

  I shake my head. “No. I don’t care about the rich part. I mean, money is nice. But look at my parents – they’re really well-off and they seem to hate each other.”

  “So, what do you want?” Mara sounds perplexed.

  “I want love,” I say softly. “I want the romance and happiness of falling in love with a man like Dane. An educated, charming, and sexy man.”

  “You want the fairytale,” Mara replies.

  I nod. “Yes. I do.”

  Mara purses her lips. “You know, it’s early. We could still go out.”

  I groan. “And do what?” I look down at my yoga pants and comfy t-shirt. “I’m so cozy!”