Daddy's Baby

by B. B. Hamel

  That sanctimonious prick. That fucking asshole. I get back to my office and shut the door softly, trying to keep my rage under control, but inside I’m a smoldering volcano.

  I get to my desk and pick up my phone. I have a million thoughts raging through my head and I need to talk to Sara, I need to understand why she did what she did.

  My fingers dial automatically. I’m not really paying attention to who I call. It rings a few times, and finally he picks up.

  “Hey there,” Declan says. “Didn’t recognize this number at first.”

  “Declan,” I say. “I need to see you.”

  He hesitates. “Are you okay?”

  “No,” I say. “Please, can you come pick me up?”

  “Okay,” he says. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Meet me out front.”

  “Okay.” I hang up the phone and stare at my desk.

  This is insane. This is so stupid. They want me to break up with Declan, give up the best thing in my life, all for this fucking stupid case. And to top it all off, Sara betrayed me. My best friend. And I don’t know why. I don’t understand.

  I grab my things and leave. I get in the elevator and ride it downstairs. My mind is spinning, and I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t walk out like this. I should stay and confront Sara and fucking fight this somehow.

  Instead, I need to see Declan. I have to tell him what’s happening. I need to understand and get some clarity, but I can’t do that here. I’m too angry, too hurt to make any kind of rational decision.

  I get off the elevator, ringing with fury.

  24

  Declan

  “She fucking betrayed me, Declan.” Teagan rages next to me, anger spilling from her every pore. “That fucking bitch. She went to Jerry and tattled on me. Can you fucking believe that? I thought she was my friend, that goddamn snake.”

  “Slow down,” I say, surprised as hell. “What happened?”

  She tells me everything, from telling Sara about the two of us to meeting with Jerry in his office.

  I lean back in my seat, surprised. I have Andrey circling the block, since I wasn’t sure what she’d want to do. “And you’re sure Sara told him?”

  “I’ve been careful,” she says. “The only person that knows is Sara.”

  “Damn,” I say softly.

  “I’m livid. I want to fucking kill her.”

  I laugh softly. “Let’s not get violent.”

  She glares at me. “What would you do, if you were me?”

  “I honestly don’t know. But I am impressed.”

  “With what?”

  “How angry you are.” I grin and take her chin, tipping it toward me. I kiss her softly on the lips. “Never seen you this worked up before.”

  “I’m not an angry person.” She pulls away from me, looking out the window. “Normally I can control myself. But I’ve never been betrayed like this before.” She turns back to me, eyes pleading. “Why would she do it?”

  “I don’t know,” I say again, and I wish I had an answer for her.

  I wasn’t kidding when I said that I’m impressed. I like that she’s this angry. I like the fire she has deep down inside of her, smoldering and ready to flare up. Right now, she’s not the elegant slave girl I like to control in my bedroom, the beautiful woman I tie up and fuck however I please. Right now she’s an angry and vengeful goddess, and she wants to see the world burn.

  I like it. But I do feel some anger myself.

  I don’t want to lose this. She hasn’t said that she’s going to step away from me, but I don’t see how she has any other choice. This job is important to her, it helps define who she is, and she can’t just give it up for me. We’ve barely been together long.

  Sure, I’m the father of her son. I’ll always be in her life that way. But we don’t have to be lovers, not if it means she’ll lose her job.

  But I don’t want to let her go. That bitch Sara is forcing our hand here, and I hate it.

  “I’m so angry,” she says softly, looking out the window again. “I thought Sara was my friend. She knows…” She trails off, glancing at me.

  “She knows what?”

  “How I feel about you.”

  I feel a thrill run through me. I tip her chin back toward me. “And how’s that?”

  She bites her lower lip. I can tell she doesn’t want to say it. She’s afraid of speaking the words, making them real, but I know what she wants to say.

  I feel it too.

  I kiss her softly on the lips instead of letting her speak. I turn to the divider and roll it down. “Andrey, back to my place.”

  He nods as I roll it back up. Teagan looks at me but doesn’t say anything. I can see the anguish in her eyes, the anger and the pain. I want to fix that for her. I want to make it all better.

  But I know I can’t. I can only do so much.

  We get back to my place not long after. “Go upstairs,” I order her. “Wait for me on the bed. I expect you to be undressed when I come up.”

  She hesitates. “Do we have time for this?”

  I smile at her. “We always have time. Now go.”

  She nods and obeys, hurrying upstairs.

  I watch her go, and once she’s out of sight, I turn and sigh. I’m angry too, pissed off. I want to rip her idiot asshole friend to pieces. That bitch Sara doesn’t deserve Teagan, nobody does. Teagan is too good for these people.

  I head into the kitchen and take out my phone. I make a quick call.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, Marta.”

  “Declan. Of course it is you.”

  I smile to myself. I’ve gotten to know the nanny over the last few weeks. “Can you do me a favor? Can you take Felix tonight? I’ll pay you double.”

  “Of course I can,” she says. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes,” I say. “Just stress from work, is all. She’ll be home late.”

  “Be easy on her, Declan,” Marta says, although I don’t think she knows what we’re actually up to. “She’s a nice girl, you know. And I can tell you are not a nice man.”

  “No, Marta, I’m not. But I’m good to her at least.”

  I hang up the phone and head upstairs with a smile on my face. Felix is taken care of, so now I can take care of Teagan without a worry in the world.

  I find her in my bedroom, completely naked, standing by the window. She’s looking out at the city and I smile, coming up behind her. She lets me wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck. I love her skin, her smooth, milky skin. And her lips are soft against mine.

  The anger in her has fizzled to a sadness. I can see that in her too, and I want to get rid of it.

  “On the bed,” I say. “On your knees.”

  She walks over to it, climbing up. She gets on her knees, heels tucked under her thighs, hands flat in front of her.

  I go into my closet and get my rope. I come back out and smile at her. “Cross your arms behind your back.”

  She does it. I do a quick and simple tie, framing her ample breasts. I tie her forearms together behind her back, binding it up with the rope around her front, tying it off tight. When I’m done, I take two shorter lengths for each leg, one up around her ankle and her hips, and one closer to her knee. Her legs are tied up in that way so she can’t unfold them from her kneeling position, and her arms are tied off behind her back.

  I step away, marveling at my work. “You look beautiful,” I say to her.

  She smiles. “Thank you.”

  “Spread your knees apart.”

  She does it, opening her legs.

  “Good. You’re not dainty. You’re not elegance. You’re not good.” I step away behind her and she tracks me with her eyes. I slowly undress as I talk to her. “You’re my girl. You’ve been bad. You’ve been a whore. You need punishment.”

  “Yes, I do,” she whispers.

  “You’re my slave girl. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I smile, foldin
g my clothes neatly and placing them on a chair. When I’m finished, I stand in front of the bed in just my boxer briefs. I’m hard as hell, but this is a waiting game.

  I tell her a story. I start slowly. I tell her the story of the night we first met, how I wanted her the second I first saw her. I found any excuse I could to talk to her, and as soon as she opened her mouth I knew she wasn’t like the other women at that party. And I knew I had to have her.

  “That’s what drew me to you,” I say softly. “You were the only real thing in a room full of pretty fakes. And I’d take the real thing any day.”

  I run my fingers through her hair, tipping her head back. I kiss her neck and lips before I start my story again.

  I talk about how we spent time together at the party, but all I kept thinking about was what I was going to do to her at home. All that flirting, all that teasing, it was just a buildup to what I wanted from her. What I needed from her.

  “And when you finally walked up into my place, I knew you were willing.”

  “You did?” she asks. “How?”

  “I could see it in your eyes. That coy little smile. That false sense of shyness. You pretend to be good. But we both know what you are.” I put my hand between her legs, fingers teasing her wet pussy. “You’re filthy,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re dirty. You need me to make you good again.”

  “Oh god yes,” she moans. “Yes, I do, Daddy. That’s what I need.”

  I smirk and pull away. She pouts at me but doesn’t complain. She knows not to complain. She remembers what happened the last time she complained.

  I walk over to her side and look at her. I put one hand on her ass, gently squeezing.

  “Do you remember how you felt when I undressed you that night?” I ask her.

  “Yes,” she says. “I remember.”

  “Tell me.”

  “My heart was beating so fast. I was afraid, but I wanted… I don’t know. I wanted to feel something.”

  “You wanted to feel alive.”

  “Yes,” she whispers. “And good. I wanted to feel good for once.”

  “Is that what you want now?”

  She nods. “Yes, please.”

  “And you think I can give that to you?”

  “Please,” she says again. “Daddy.”

  “You always know what to say, don’t you?” I grin at her and put my hands on her shoulder.

  She doesn’t see it coming. It doesn’t take much force. I push her over, tipping her onto her side, surprising her.

  I grin and walk around to the other side of the bed. She rolls onto her back, her knees up in the air, legs still tied back, heels almost touching her ass. She’s sitting up with her arms crossed behind her, staring at me. I can see her pussy practically glistening.

  I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed. I drop down to my knees in front of her and kiss her inner thigh.

  She moans as I get closer and closer. She can’t move an inch, she can only watch. I can tell how desperate she is, but as I get closer to her pussy, I slow down. I tease her. I take my time. I don’t want to rush this.

  Finally, as she’s practically panting and begging, I press my lips against her soaking clit. A deep satisfied moan escapes her lips as I start to suck and lick her. I eat her pussy fast, lapping her up, loving her taste. Sometimes I lose control of myself, and this is one of those times. I can’t help it.

  I fuck her with my fingers as I eat her clit. I don’t want her to come but I love the noises she’s making, love the way she’s moaning for me like a slut. It drives me absolutely insane, those noises. She’s an animal, totally out of control, and yet tied up, totally bound. She struggles and fights a bit, but I know that’s part of the game. That’s part of the fun for her. I keep her tight and suck that clit, driving her wild.

  I can’t take it anymore. I want to give her what she needs. I move back and grab her side again, rolling her over. I flip her onto her stomach, her knees down, her face in the comforter, her ass up in the air, her feet framing either side of it.

  I step out of my boxer briefs before grabbing her hips and pulling her against me. She grunts, deep and low, as I press my cock against her, slowly pushing myself deep.

  “There you go,” I whisper. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?”

  “Yes,” she admits. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

  So I do as she asks. She’s had a hard day, after all.

  I fuck her rough. Long, rough, deep strokes, pounding into her pussy. I grab her feet and tease her as I fuck her. She gasps, totally tied up, her arms struggling slightly. I push deep and lean over her, grabbing the ropes holding her shoulders.

  I pull it back and fuck her hard. I slam into her, beating her pussy up, destroying her. She gasps, moans slipping from her lips, pleasure ripping through her. I know she wants this so badly, and I want to give her the first orgasm of the night right now. I don’t feel like being patient. I’ll tie her up again when she’s ready. Right now, I want to destroy her and come inside of her.

  I grab her hips again, slamming deep and rough, stroke after pounding stroke. She’s crying out, moaning and saying my name, and I just keep going, just keep pushing.

  She comes hard, her whole body wrestling against her binds. I keep her still, keep her firm, as my cock keeps pumping into her. The orgasm tears through her and her spasms are totally out of control.

  It drives me insane, watching her come, and I can’t hold it back anymore. My own orgasm explodes into her cunt, long ropes of cum filling her pussy up, stroke after stroke.

  When I’m done, I slowly pull out and marvel at my work. She’s panting and sweating, my cum slowly dripping from her gorgeous pussy. She’s still tied up, unable to move a muscle, unable to get away.

  I untie her legs first, and then her arms, and finally the rope falls free. She drops to her back, lying flat, breathing deep. I join her on the bed, pulling her against me.

  I kiss her softly. “Better?” I ask.

  She grins at me. “Better.”

  I check my watch. “It’s only been an hour. We have a lot of time left.”

  “What do you want to do?” she asks.

  I smirk at her and look at the ceiling, my mind already working on the next position. “I think I’ll come up with something.”

  “Can’t wait.” She presses her head against my chest and I can’t stop smiling.

  25

  Declan

  I need to make a choice.

  From the start of this, I’ve been trying to stay out of the lawsuit. I’ve been pretending that it has nothing to do with me, since it’s Reid’s pet project. I’ve been lying to myself, trying to say that I have no power in this, that I can’t do a thing about it.

  That’s not true, of course. This may be Reid’s project, but it isn’t his company. I can easily push to shut this thing down if I really wanted to, or at least I could try and find some compromise that everyone would be happy with. Instead, I’ve stayed out of it, afraid to piss anyone off.

  In the process, I’ve made things too complicated. Teagan is stressed to the max, getting pushed to her breaking point over this job, and now she’s getting threatened because she’s seeing me.

  I don’t know what kind of friend would go behind her back and do that to her, but I hate that Sara bitch. I hope Teagan cuts her out of her life. Maybe our relationship wasn’t appropriate, definitely wasn’t good for our careers, but it was our choice. Sara had nothing to do with it.

  But we’re here now, and there’s no turning back. I can’t keep sitting on the sidelines pretending things will resolve themselves. I have to act if I want to keep what I have, and I know that I do. I know that having Teagan and Felix in my life is incredibly important.

  I can’t risk losing them. I don’t give a shit about anything but my family now, and I have to act.

  I lean forward over the counter and signal the bartender for another one. He brings a second whisky on the rocks and I sip it, looking around.


  I’m feeling nervous, but I shouldn’t be. My relationship with Reid is in good shape, and I know he’s not the kind of guy to overreact. This wasn’t an easy decision and I’m hoping he’ll see that. Reid’s a reasonable person. We can work this out.

  But still, I’m nervous. This business is built on our partnership, and if things start to get strained between us, I don’t know what our business will turn into. This company is my whole life, or at least it used to be. Now I have something else, and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I worked less.

  I spot Reid coming in through the door. He grins at me and joins me at the bar. “Been a while,” he says to me. “What made you think of this place?”

  I shrug, but the truth is, I chose this bar for a reason. I’m hoping that positive nostalgia will soften him up for me.

  “Just thought it’d be a good spot to talk, like in the old days.”

  He laughs softly. “Man, we used to come here because I lived right around the corner.”

  “True. And they have dollar beers on Wednesdays.”

  “Oh, I remember. I suffered through many hangovers because of that deal.”

  I laugh and sip my drink. The bar we’re in is called Green Street Pub, and it’s about as divey as they get. The floors are sticky with old beer, the tables are ratty and falling apart, and basically only people that live within a couple-block radius ever come here. The televisions are playing football, though I’m pretty sure it’s the same game that’s been playing on these TVs for the last ten years.

  Reid orders a beer and I can’t help but smile. He seems to be getting into the spirit, which is good.

  “They still do Quizzo here?”

  I shrug. “I doubt it. Hasn’t exactly held up in here over the years.”

  “No,” he says, looking around the place. “It was pretty bad back then but it’s even worse now.”

  “I didn’t think that was even possible.”

  “Well, cheers to the old days.” We clink glasses and I sip my whisky, looking up at the television.

  “So,” Reid says, and I know it’s time to have the conversation I really want to avoid. “What did you want to talk about?”