Daddy In Charge_A Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “Some claim they don’t remember when he brought devastation to their doorstep. I never believed them. They are waiting for a champion to do what they can’t.” I was staring off, into the past. The Alpha had proven himself in battle. There was no mistaking the blood on his hands. “They want somebody to get their hands dirty so they can live vicariously through them. I admit I’m somewhat guilty of that myself.”

  “I know you say you wait, but how much longer can you possibly do that without losing a piece of your soul?” She was the voice in the darkness encouraging me to stand up to the face of tyranny.

  Nobody really knew how old he was. His experience could be seen in his eyes during those times he stood against an adversary without even blinking. This was a serious topic of conversation and not exactly the kind of pillow talk I was looking for. Or maybe it was.

  “They say to face him is like facing your own fears. The other shifters shake in his presence. His legend has grown to where he’s untouchable. Killing him would bring about chaos, and without direction, the others would splinter into different factions with their own Alpha.”

  “I’m one to talk about finding closure… I can give you advice, but I can’t follow it. Jason hurt me emotionally and physically. A small part of me thought I deserved it. He made me feel worthless and unattractive.” She had her own demons to excise from her life and I was going to be there with her every step of the way.

  “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” I squeezed her hand reassuringly and saw her smile. It was such a simple thing, and yet it made my heart leap for joy.

  I looked around and found everyone completely enamored with their significant others. It was a bold move, but I found myself in the position of being under the table. The tablecloth was hiding my hands slowly creeping up her legs with my thumbs grazing the inside of her thighs.

  I knew I loved her before I met her. She was the faceless stranger in my dreams. She made up for what I was missing in my life. I saw her shiver and her knees spread with the purple leather skirt riding high, courtesy of my nimble fingers.

  “You don’t have… to do this. I feel like I’m living in a world that doesn’t… belong to me.” I was perfectly situated to see her pink, almost virginal panties.

  There was already a telltale stirring in my pants. The stain of her arousal painted an illicit portrait in the material. Pulling back the fabric and seeing those lips made me hungry.

  One swipe and she was already letting me know in no uncertain terms how much she appreciated my efforts. The low moan of encouragement was a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I’d always had an addictive personality and she had become something of an unhealthy obsession.

  “No good deed goes unpunished.” She had listened to me and gave me her counsel.

  It deserved a fitting tribute. My tongue was going to leave her breathless. I had done it already once and I could do it again.

  I used my fingers to open the bubbling cauldron of her sex. She was boiling up inside and my tongue was the catalyst for turning up the heat. I was using my hand to manually stimulate myself.

  The pointed end of my tongue cleaved into her making her my unwitting accomplice. She was courageous and brave, but she had her limits. I knew what buttons to push to keep her on the edge of her seat. She pushed closer with her legs on my chair. My head was between them reveling in the flavor spewing out of her.

  “I wonder if you truly know what you’re doing to me. I’m doing my best to stay quiet, but it’s almost pointless. You have become educated in what does it for me. Do you have any idea how much I want to suck your cock?” Her obscene language gave me the incentive to keep her from retracting into her shell like a turtle. She was no longer hiding what was there all along.

  Her clit was a beacon screaming for help. One touch and her legs trembled. Swirling around it had her slamming her hands down on the table with enough force to make the cutlery jump from the place setting on the table. Sucking it into my mouth brought forth the juices to coat the surface of my lips.

  I made sure to clean up my mess by following the trail of her juices down her leg. My tongue was right there to lick her into submission. I’d never been this passionate, and most times it was like I was going through the motions. It was usually as if I were painting by the numbers without any real creative license to speak of.

  I was gauging her reaction. I was learning the little things to make her happy in and out of the bedroom. I would’ve gone after seconds, but her legs lay limply with her fingers hanging loosely over the chair. I had this instant rush of gratification.

  “I hope you know this is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. There’s no reason to think about it when the only answer on your lips should be yes.” I took one last look and touched her clit.

  She twisted uncomfortably in her seat. Every woman was different, but the one glaring and obvious similarity was how they were oversensitive after something of that intensity gripped them by the throat

  She was pretty much floating in the ether of her pleasure unable to wipe off the smile from her face. I saw it when I emerged from under the table with a grin on my face. She raised a finger to indicate she would need a moment to compose herself.

  “I don’t smoke, but I could use one after that. I have nothing left to give. I can’t even feel my legs.”

  I was dabbing my mouth with a napkin. There was no need to say anything when the ecstatic pleasure on her face was answer enough. “We should take this back to my place and continue what we started.”

  She had to hold onto me with her legs like jelly. She looked like she was under the influence. She was sex drunk and looking to capture it in a bottle.

  I took care of everything including the tip. It was very sneaky the way that I took the maître d’s hand and slipped him $100 bill. I always did like having money, but it was the power I was lacking.

  We got into the stretch limousine at the curb. She had no idea what the bill cost and didn’t ask. She was content in letting me sweep her off of her feet. It was only the beginning. I had to take my mind off of the Alpha. He was a shadow, and what he did to my parents was never far away from my thoughts.

  I knew deep down I was thumbing my nose by being with a human female. I could almost feel the Alpha hiding in plain sight. There were some things not worth questioning.

  I had found more than a lover. I had found someone I had dreamed into life. I had been waiting all of my life for this sense of completion. I knew she was the missing piece to put my heart back together again.

  Chapter Fifteen - Roseanne

  We rode in silence, and I could hear him breathing. It was a comfort to know he was there. I didn’t want to be the kind of girl who would want protection, but it did feel nice to know he could take care of me when the chips were down. It didn’t hurt that he seemed to know my body better than I did.

  The restaurant was a reminder how different my love life could be with the perfect man. He wasn’t selfish and he gave more of himself than any man I had ever been with. Jason and Tom had nothing in common. I’d found something worth fighting for and I wasn’t going to let it go easily.

  We went up to the penthouse floor of this huge building in the center of the city. When the elevator opened, I was stunned into silence by how lavish everything looked, with nothing out of place. He was a little anal, but nobody was perfect. He swung open the doors to the balcony with the city calling my name from below.

  “I have to say the skirt you are wearing is making me crazy. I want to take it off of you with my teeth pulling down the zipper. This is your time to let go of the past and live in the present with me.” He circled me like I was prey, pushing my hair out of the way and smelling the aroma of my perfume assaulting his senses.

  “You say all the right things, and I still feel like we haven’t even scratched the surface.”

  He lifted the hem of my skirt a couple of inches with his fingers grazing my bare leg. I wanted to tell him to stop, but
there was no way those words were going to come out of my mouth.

  “Last night was only the beginning. I suspect your panties are already soaking wet and practically dripping through the material. No other man in your presence could smell your excitement from where I’m standing right now. As you already know, I have this unique body chemistry and my senses are enhanced. The very scent of your desire is killing me a little bit more as I get closer.”

  I yelped when he lifted me from the floor with my feet coming out of my heels. My legs found their way around him, and my ankles locked in place.

  I was holding onto his neck and he was busy, ripping with enthusiasm through the only resistance protecting me from being objectified by him. The buttons of my top were rendered useless, tearing from the fabric and flying in all directions. The claws from the bear inside had made short work of the garment. I was never going to be able to put it in my closet again, and I didn’t care. It was destined for the trash. It was worth it.

  He was growling underneath his breath and I could see his eyes change. It should have terrified me, but I was secretly aroused by how his need for me could become this overwhelming for him.

  “I need you and I’ve never felt the animalistic side of me come out like this. I’m usually a passenger, but with you it’s different. There’s going to be a lot of firsts for us and I hope this doesn’t scare you. We are compatible in more ways than one.”

  I made sure to kiss him with my tongue darting in and out of his mouth to test his resolve. His legs began to shake, but he was using both sides of his personality to overcome the teasing sensations I was making him go through.

  “I can feel your cock and somehow you got rid of my panties.” I glanced and saw that they were hanging over a lampshade with the material dimming the light. There was this distinctive glow of pink surrounding us in its aura.

  He slammed me up against the wall, with a few photographs becoming a victim of circumstance. The crashing and the sound of glass shattering did nothing to stop the fire burning out of control between us.

  “I can’t help myself, and your body begs me to give it the relief it deserves.” He was kicking off his shoes. He was still able to hold me up without showing the least bit of strain.

  “This time there is no need for foreplay. Your words are enough to ready me for the fucking of a lifetime.” I almost slapped my hand over my mouth from being too forward. I was only playing by his rules. There were no rules.

  “Bear with me as I try something out of the ordinary.” His legs bent, with me still planted heavily against the wall.

  He moved and jabbed at the glistening lips of my sex. It wasn’t a seamless penetration, but practice made perfect.

  “Yes… just like that… pound me hard enough to make my body into a slave for your desires. Give me that battering ram and show me no mercy.”

  His lust was driven by the incarnation of the bear trying to break free of its human bonds. “You have got me so damn horny. I have no choice but to give you all of my loving.” He didn’t seem like he would be willing to settle down with just one girl.

  The way that he was looking at me blazed with indignation. His stamina was unparalleled and nobody could hold a candle to how he was weathering the storm of one orgasm after another.

  I was still clothed from the waist down, but the skirt was barely more than a nuisance. It felt nice to spend this time in his arms even though his reckless approach did put me through a vocal exercise. I had never screamed that much in my life. It was a wonder my legs didn’t come undone from around his waist.

  “The walls of your hot little hole have been squeezing me nonstop since the moment I began to fuck you. I’ve done my best to hold back the flood, but it’s going to happen sooner than later.” The serious expression of concentration on his face made me well aware of how difficult I was making it for him to continue without the expulsion of his seed.

  “You make me… You make me go crazy, thinking about how I’ve wasted my time with others. This wild and untamed wet pussy is yours. I am so fucking wet and my little pussy has never been hammered with such determination.” I was rolling with the way that his hips were smacking into me each time.

  We turned and he was holding me from underneath and bouncing me up and down at the same time. The obscenities would have made a grown sailor blush on shore leave. I was bringing out the old favorites and putting my own spin on them.

  “I can’t seem to get enough of how you look at me. I’m trying my best to resist the unfettered influence of the bear. It’s not easy, but it does make this experience more than an eye-opening one.” He was breathing heavily, gasping and fueling me to take his orgasm under my control. The walls closed in on him repeatedly, and still he persevered through it all.

  The next orgasm blinded me with vivid colors. It tore into me, breaking me down and letting me ride the wave of his excitement. The heat of his flesh penetrating my tunnel of love was showing signs of an impending orgasm of his own.

  His whole shaft was throbbing, with the head ballooning to twice its size. He stumbled. I saw the glass coffee table looming closer than it appeared.

  I tried to warn him, but he was already two steps ahead. He turned with his body, took the impact with me on top of him. The glass didn’t break, but it did spider-web.

  He was working his pelvis, plugging in the high voltage chemistry of his craving for me. There was no chance of either one of us getting out of this unscathed if the table broke underneath us. I knew how hard he was fucking. I saw the blur of his appendage as he reentered the molten core of my sex in a cycle that took my breath away.

  There was a five-o’clock shadow on his face and his eyebrows were thicker than they were before. He was fighting the natural urge to change into more than human. I pounded my hands on his chest, begging him to continue without finding his release.

  He had the power of lightning in his hips and the thunder of my thighs was luring him to the promised land. He was a little rough and the friction of his thighs was going to make it necessary to walk a little funny for the next couple of days.

  “I’ve never cared for a woman’s pleasure,” he grunted. “It was all about me. You’ve changed all that and now I wonder why anyone would want to be with me. Goddamn… I think that you have finally found the way to my heart,” he admitted as I scratched my nails down over his shirt, touching his sensitive nipples for a fraction of a second.

  It was enough and before long he was ejecting from the cockpit. The flames burned inside along my quivering walls. I was using my own form of concentration to drain him of every drop. I didn’t want any of his seed to be left unaccounted for. It was time for everybody to come out of the pool.

  He was biting my neck and I could feel how close he was to opening up the jugular. It was a little uncalled for, but it hit all the right buttons like no one had ever done before. His teeth touched on something primal in the both of us. The intensity of our release was felt with every single stroke all the way down to his balls.

  I was out of breath, but I could hear the glass and how close we were to getting seriously injured. I could feel some of the glass cutting into my feet, but nothing too severe to worry about.

  “Forgive me. I don’t know my own strength sometimes.” With one final lunge, he buried his staff deeply and let me feel the remnants of his erection subsiding.

  I could feel the wind from the open balcony doors, but it did nothing to cool down what was becoming a guilty pleasure for the both of us. He was still on top of me. He was able to keep going for a little while longer before he finally lost his reserve strength.

  “I don’t think that I will ever be the same again. Jumping into this has made me see myself differently. I can’t explain it and I wouldn’t even know where to begin. No man has ever controlled me in a way that I didn’t feel like I was being used. I was constantly inundated with pleasure. I can’t even recall how many times I came. I lost count after the fifth one. I didn’t think it was even po
ssible to have this kind of connection to another human being.”

  He was giving me a stroke in intervals of one minute apart. It was as if he was unable to resist my sexual desire. “I know I should stop, but there’s still so much more I want to give you. I should have opened up the first gate to your pleasure before trying to use the key to unlock the others. Luckily, your body was in the mood to respond to my advances. I heard your voice in the darkness of the night calling out to me from seemingly nowhere. I know how insane it sounds, but our minds and bodies are now as one.”

  I couldn’t dispute his claim. “I can feel it. It’s this invisible thread.” It was the only way I could describe it.

  “My cock is reluctant to release itself from your warm caress. It knows a good thing when it feels it. You can’t really blame it for its reaction.”

  I squeezed him and felt him throb for a moment before settling down. “I’m glad to see this animalistic side of you. No man is ever going to be able to measure up. That thing should be registered as a lethal weapon.” I was winded and trying to get my breath back.

  I had a feeling this was only the tip of the iceberg. I still didn’t have him out of my system and I wasn’t sure I ever would. We rolled off the coffee table and onto the floor. This time I was the one on top.

  He carried me in his arms to the bedroom upstairs. I was exhausted and could barely keep my eyes open. A blissful slumber sounded like heaven.

  Chapter Sixteen - Tom

  The intoxicating scent of her perfume of sex penetrated the sheets on the bed. She was lying on her stomach, flattened against the mattress with her bare back exposed. She had her head turned the other way and I could see the teasing hint of the small of her back.

  I had my arms underneath my head and then I turned and very cautiously moved her hair away from her neck. My hot breath made her stir and she moved sensuously with a soft moan of pleasure escaping her lips.

  The city was just waking up, but none of them were lucky enough to open their eyes to an angel of mercy. The bear was there during our encounters, but he didn’t have full mobility. Her influence had stunted the beast and made it easier for the human half of my physiology to jump into the driver’s seat.