Daddy Dom: A BDSM Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  He doesn’t talk about that much, but I can see it all around him. He loves his family and wants to make them proud, but he’s his own man and will do what he wants to do. That’s something I admire in him, something I want more of.

  I finish my meal and my glass of wine and lean back in my seat, content. As soon as I do, though, I notice more people are coming into the bar, and it’s quickly filling up. With each new person, there are more people staring at me.

  Word must be spreading fast. I frown and start to feel a little uncomfortable. At first the attention was interesting, a little strange but not menacing at all.

  Now though, without Carson around, I feel completely uncomfortable. The people around me look more dangerous than they did before, and I know that I don’t know a single person I this room. The only person in town that gives a shit about me is Carson, in fact, and I can’t rely on him all the time.

  I slide out of the booth, deciding to be done for the night. I don’t want to stick around and get stared at for any longer than I have to. The people in the bar are starting to look rougher, meaner, and more intense, although that might just be my perception changing. The memory of my first night in town, and how everyone ignored me so callously, comes back to me in a hurry.

  I move up to the bar and manage to catch Brenda’s attention. She walks over with a smile and leans up against the counter. “How was it, darlin’?” she asks.

  “It was great,” I say. “What do I owe you?”

  But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that I still don’t have any money. Carson takes care of everything, and despite all the expensive gifts he bought me, I still don’t have any cash. I’m totally mortified.

  But Brenda just laughs. “It’s on Carson’s tab,” she says. “Which he never pays, and is probably half a million by now.”

  Relief washes over me. “Thanks so much,” I say, smiling.

  “Of course. I’ll be seeing you again,” she says, waves, and then heads off to help another customer.

  I leave the bar, feeling better, but something is nagging me. The fact that I have no money for myself is still worrying.

  Did Carson do that on purpose? Maybe he’s trying to make me completely reliant on him. Or maybe I’m just being completely paranoid. So far, he hasn’t done anything to suggest that he wants to control me or keep me from doing something. But I am keenly aware that I’m totally reliant on him.

  Maybe that’s the point. I’ve never had a daddy before, and maybe this is part of the deal. He gets to take care of me completely, and I have to sacrifice some of my freedom in exchange for all the luxuries he can provide.

  I’m not sure how I feel about it. I want him and like him, but I ran away from one place to get my freedom, and now I’m in a new place with restrictions all around me.

  Or maybe that’s just absurd. Feeling confused, I walk out into the cold night and find Albert sitting in the car, the engine running. I wave to him and climb into the back.

  “Heading home?” he asks.

  “Yes, please,” I say.

  “Right then.” He turns the radio on softly then rolls the center divider up before pulling out onto the road.

  I feel physically content from the meal and the wine, but I’m still stuck in my own little world trying to figure out what I’m doing in this situation. There’s no clear and easy answer here. It makes me feel good, but there are things that I’m not sure about.

  Maybe that uncertainty is part of the attraction. There is something thrilling about this relationship. It’s something new, something I never expected, and Carson is a particularly singular type of man. He’s mature in a way I didn’t know that I needed, but now that I have it, I can’t imagine being with someone else.

  I watch as the city disappears and we get deeper into the forest, winding up the mountains, heading up toward Carson’s house. We leave the main road after about ten minutes, and the remainder of the drive is on back roads.

  As we pass up a hill and go around a sharp turn, the car suddenly lurches to a stop. It scares the hell out of me, and I look forward, terrified that we hit something.

  Up ahead in the road are two cars parked end to end. Six men stand in the road, and horror pierces through me when I realized that five of them are carrying guns.

  The divider suddenly drops and Albert looks back at me. “Stay calm, ma’am,” he says. “I’ll do the talking. Please stay calm.”

  “What’s happening?” I ask him.

  “The man in the center there is Carson’s brother, Elliot. They aren’t going to hurt us. Just please don’t panic. We’ll be okay.”

  But Albert’s face is drawn and scared, and the fear in his voice doesn’t comfort me at all.

  The man without the gun, standing in the center of the group, steps forward. “Come out of the car,” he yells. “Or we’ll drag you out.”

  Albert rolls down his window. “Just let us pass,” he says. “Carson wants her home.”

  “Carson can go fuck himself,” Elliot sneers. “Get out, Albert.”

  He glances back at me then does as he’s told. He climbs out of the car and walks forward, hands in the air. As he approaches the group, two of the men walk toward him, slinging their rifles back over their chests.

  Albert says something that I can’t hear, and then one of the men punches him in the gut. I gasp, covering my mouth, as another slugs him in the face. The men kick him a few times before Elliot stops them. They drag him off and throw him into the back of one of the cars.

  Elliot turns back and looks at me. Our eyes lock through the front windshield and a creepy, vicious smile lights up his face.

  Panic tears through me. I throw open the back door and jump out. Blindly, I start running away, out into the woods.

  “Don’t run!” Elliot calls after me. “You’ll die out there!”

  But I don’t listen. I just keep running, horrified and scared.

  They could have killed Albert. He looked limp as they dragged him off, and who knows what they did to him once he was in the back of that car. I can’t even imagine what they’d do to me and I don’t want to find out.

  I’m in full-on survival mode, though I don’t realize it. All I can think about is getting away. My heart is pounding and my breath comes in ragged gasps, and I can hear the men coming after me. Elliot keeps yelling my name, but I don’t stop. I keep running blindly through the forest, my legs pumping as fast as they can.

  As I come around a tree and burst through a bunch of bushes, a blinding pain tears through my chest and I’m suddenly airborne. My body slams onto the ground and I gasp, groaning as pain rushes through me.

  It takes a second before I can roll onto my side. I look up and see the branch I ran directly into is slightly broken. I slowly get to my feet, and I don’t think anything is hurt seriously, just bruised.

  I stand there for a second, getting my breath, when I realize that I don’t hear the shouts anymore. I don’t move, straining to listen, and then I hear something. It’s the snap of a twig.

  “Hello?” I ask, backing up against a tree.

  “Don’t run.” Three men materialize around me.

  I scream, but one of the men grabs me. I struggle, but their hands grasp me and hold me, lifting me off my feet and dragging me.

  As we walk, I realize how pitifully far I got. It doesn’t take long before we’re back on the road. The three men dump me down onto the ground in front of Elliot. I groan, shaking my head. I’m so stupid and pathetic. I got caught by a tree.

  Elliot walks over to me and crouches down in front of me. He forces me to look up at him, taking my chin in his hand. He doesn’t look like Carson at all, and I don’t really believe that they’re brothers. Elliot grins at me wickedly.

  “I told you not to run,” he says.

  “What do you want?” I ask him.

  “Just to talk.”

  “You didn’t have to hurt Albert,” I say.

  Elliot laughs. “Sure, I did. That guy is a
fucking prick.” He lets go of my chin and stands up.

  “Let me go,” I say. “I’m not part of this.”

  “Oh, but you are part of this,” he says. “You got involved with my brother, making you very much part of this. Why are you here, Kylie Bell?”

  I frown and look away. He knows my name, which means he did his homework on me. “I just want to be left alone,” I say.

  “Too fucking bad.” Elliot looks down at me, arms crossed. “I want you to leave this town.”

  “Why?” I ask.

  “Don’t speak again or I’ll have my men here fucking break your knees. I want you to leave this town and never come back. Do you understand? Nod if you do.”

  I nod once, staring at him, anger starting to replace my fear.

  “Good. Leave Juneau. Get out of Alaska. Never speak to my brother again.”

  “Why are you doing this?” I blurt out.

  His grin gets deeper, more menacing. “Because I hate to see Carson so fucking happy.” He signals at his guys and I cringe back, waiting for the blows. Instead, they get into the cars, leaving me there in the middle of the road. They drive off. Leaving me alone with the town car, Albert nowhere in sight.

  I gasp in breaths, trying to calm myself, before getting up and staggering over to the car. My body hurts from where I ran into the branch. There are no keys in the car anymore, and I realize that I’m stranded here.

  I vaguely know the way to Carson’s house, or at least the right direction. I pull out my phone, intending to call for help, but I want to scream when I see the screen.

  There’s no signal. Of course there’s no signal.

  I start walking down the road. I have no other choice. Maybe someone will pick me up, or maybe I’ll find Carson’s place on my own.

  Either way, I know I’m not welcome here. Things just got so much more dangerous. I knew that there was a fight between Carson and Elliot, but I had no clue how bad things could get.

  I keep walking, refusing to let myself cry. I’ve cried enough lately. I’m a survivor, and I’ll survive this.

  I keep my head up and keep moving.

  13

  Carson

  The office is pretty much empty when I finally reach it. I stomp the snow from my boots and brush the cold from my jacket as I head toward accounting.

  Once there, I gather up the papers I need, and then head back toward my office. I sit down in my chair with a sigh.

  I don’t want to be at fucking work right now, but these accounts are too important to ignore. I start poring over the data, looking at the numbers.

  Something isn’t adding up. I pull out the files from the cabinet next to my secretary’s desk and start comparing them to the numbers Elliot gave accounting. There are clear issues between the two copies, and it looks like Elliot’s are all wrong.

  But that makes no sense. I don’t know why he’d hand in numbers that are clearly all made up and don’t match the original contracts. I stare at the numbers for a second before getting out my phone and calling Elliot’s number.

  It rings a few times before he finally answers.

  “I was wondering when you’d call,” he says.

  I pause. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  He laughs softly. “I assume you’re looking at my numbers.”

  Something feels off. He’s not trying to pretend like nothing happened. In fact, he seems like he knows exactly what happened. The implication there is he did it on purpose, but I can’t imagine why.

  “What’s your game this time, Elliot?” I practically growl at him.

  “You can throw away all that data,” he says, and the joy in his voice disturbs me. “I’ll submit the real numbers tomorrow. If I were you, I’d get on the road.”

  “What did you do?” I ask him softly, horror ringing through me.

  “Your little slut is stranded in the middle of the road and she sure looked cold. Better hurry, Carson.”

  “What the fuck did you do?” I roar at him.

  “Get going,” Elliot says, laughing.

  I hang up the phone, rage boiling over, and call Albert. It rings, but he never answers. I call Kylie’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail.

  Finally, I call for a company car. I wish I could just get going, but I don’t have any other way to get home. I gather my things and wait a few minutes outside before the car finally pulls up.

  I give the driver instructions and he heads out. I’m anxious as anger boils through me.

  I don’t know what Elliot did, but if he hurt her, I’m going to kill him. It’s as simple as that. And I know that I can get away with it, too. I’ll hire someone to do it if I have to. But I’ll murder the bastard, slowly and painfully, and he’ll deserve it.

  He’s gone too far either way. Elliot has always been trying to sabotage me, but he’s never actually gone as far as attacking someone that I care about before. He usually tries to smear my image in public, or sometimes tries to sabotage my work output, but never something like this.

  He’s getting too erratic and dangerous. No matter what, this won’t go unanswered. I’m going to have to be a lot more careful from now on.

  My own fucking brother. That’s the truly fucked up part of this, he’s my flesh and blood, my family. We used to be close a long time ago, when we were kids. Days spent playing with my brother were good days, and they still are good memories.

  But then we got older. My father sent us to the best private boarding school possible. I thrived there, made lots of friends, but Elliot always hated it. That’s when the resentment started. He resents my success, my popularity. He seems to think that it somehow holds him back. He wants to become the heir to my father’s fortune and the CEO position, but it’s actually much more than that. He wants to take everything away from me, because he thinks I’ve held him back for so long.

  For years I’ve wanted to try and mend the rift between us. I still remember the good Elliot, back before we were sent away to school and the anger started. For a long time, I missed my brother.

  But not anymore. As we drive up the mountain road, heading toward my house, I know that I have to let the memory of my brother go. I can’t keep holding onto the boy that my brother once was, because that boy is dead and buried.

  In his place, there’s this bastard man. This evil fucking bastard that will stop at nothing to destroy me, his own brother.

  “Go slow,” I tell the driver as we pull off the main road. If Elliot did something to Kylie, she’s going to be around here somewhere.

  I lean forward, watching out the front windshield, anger and worry bubbling through me. Why did I have to leave her like that? If I were with her, things might be different. If she’s badly injured, I’ll never forgive myself, and I sure as hell will make sure Elliot dies.

  As we crawl forward, up ahead I spot something strange. I’m not sure what it is until we draw closer.

  It’s a car, just sitting in the middle of the road.

  “Stop,” I order the driver and then I jump out. My heart is hammering in my chest as I approach the car.

  There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s Albert’s. I recognize it as I slowly approach from the back. As I get closer, I realize that someone is sitting in the front seat absolutely motionless, bundled up in clothes.

  For a second, I think it might be a trap. I wish I had my gun with me, but unfortunately I left it at home. I creep up the side of the car, not sure what I’m about to see. Images of Kylie covered in blood flash through my mind.

  I come up level with the window. Kylie looks back up at me, her eyes suddenly widening.

  “Kylie!” I say, pulling the door open.

  She jumps out and into my arms. “Carson,” she groans, hugging me tight.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her.

  “I’m okay,” she says. “Just cold. So freezing out here.”

  “Come on,” I say, leading her back toward my car. “What happened?”

  “Your brother,” she says.
“He beat up Albert. Chased me. Stranded me here.”

  “Did he hurt you?” I look into Kylie’s eyes.

  She shakes her head. “I fell when I was running,” she says. “Wasn’t his fault.”

  “You shouldn’t have had to run to begin with.”

  “He had men,” she says. “Five of them. Maybe six. I can’t remember. They had guns.”

  I frown as I help her into the back seat of the car. I slide in next to her. “Take us back to my place and crank the heat,” I say to the driver.

  He nods and puts the divider up.

  I realize that she’s shivering, and so I pull her close against me, trying to help warm her up. “Why didn’t you start the car?” I ask her.

  “They took the keys,” she says. “I wanted to walk back to your house, but I don’t know the way. I just had to hope someone would find me. So I stayed inside the car.”

  I nod. That was smart. She could easily have gotten lost on these back roads. If she did that, I wouldn’t have found her at all, and she might still be wandering in this cold. That could have killed her.

  It’s that bastard’s fault. He had men with guns with him, and poor fucking Albert.

  “Where’s Albert?” I ask her.

  “Elliot took him,” she says.

  “Is he alive?”

  She nods. “I think so.”

  “Okay. Tell me everything when we get back.”

  She nods and snuggles closer against me. I hold her tightly, trying to comfort her and warm her up, but inside I’m boiling over with rage.

  Once the driver pulls into the garage, I quickly get her out and inside. I instruct the driver to wait a few minutes before heading back out, just in case it’s not safe to stay at my place.

  I make Kylie wait in the foyer before I go directly into my bedroom. I grab my gun, load it, and then make sure that the house is empty.

  Once I’m sure it’s safe, I bring her into the living room, wrap her in a blanket, and start a fire in the fireplace. When that’s done, I put on a kettle and pour myself a drink.

  “I’m okay, really,” she says to me as I pour her some tea.