Daddy's Baby

by B. B. Hamel

  All that matters is the beat, his rough hands on my hips. His lips get close to my cheek, my neck, and I can feel his hot breath against my skin. It only makes my body that much more excited as I slide along his leg, moving my hips to the beat.

  I forget everything. I forget about my parents, about Milo, about my brothers. I forget who I am and pretend to be just another girl in this crowd, dancing with her man, and I feel better than I could have imagined.

  I don’t know how long we’re out there. An hour at least, maybe two, maybe the whole damn night. We take one break to get a drink of water and a little champagne, joking and flirting as we sit in our private little booth, but he quickly leads me back out onto the dance floor for more.

  The lights stay dark after a while, and soon the music slows down a little bit. Gavin grins at me, squeezing my hand, pulling my body tight against his.

  I can feel his hard cock through his pants and that only sends a thrill through me. I’m dripping wet and have been for a while now. Dancing with him is the most sensual and passionate thing I’ve ever experienced before. We’re practically fucking on this dance floor, surrounded by other people, and for some reason that ignites me, makes me go crazy.

  He squeezes my ass and smirks at me. “Glad you came?” he asks in my ear as we sway together.

  “Yes,” I admit, blushing a little bit.

  “I knew you would be.”

  And then he tips my chin toward him and kisses me.

  I kiss him back with an intensity that actually surprises me. I knew that I wanted him, but I had no clue how badly. Now though, as we finally kiss, his lips against mine, his taste in my mouth, I realize that it’s absolutely overwhelming. I’m risking so damn much to be with this man right now, risking so much for this kiss, and it’s undeniably worth it.

  He breaks off the kiss after a moment and I see something in his eyes. It’s desire, pure and simple, and I know I’m looking at him the same way.

  “Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand. He pulls me away from the dance floor and I follow him back toward the bathrooms.

  It’s a co-ed bathroom, the kind with a shared sink and mirror but big stalls that anybody can use. He cuts the line, ignoring people’s complaints, and shoves me into the next empty stall, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

  I press myself up against the wall. “Classy,” I say.

  He smirks at me. “You’re too nice,” he says. “A little rich girl. Never been fucked before in a club bathroom, have you?”

  I bite my lip. I’ve never been fucked before, period. “No,” I say, not wanting to tell him the full truth.

  “Didn’t think so.” He tips my chin up toward him. “I want to dirty you up, Sadie girl,” he whispers. “Make you experience things. Feel things. You’ve lived in a bubble for way too long.”

  I can feel a fire rocking through me as he kisses me again hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and suddenly I don’t care that we’re in some bathroom, locked in a stall with other people all around us. I don’t care about any of that.

  His hands run up my thighs, sending chills down my spine as he unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down over my hips. He pulls back to look at me and groans.

  “You wore them,” he says.

  I nod, smiling at him. “I thought you sent them to me for a reason.”

  He grabs my hair, tipping my head back. “You’re such a good girl,” he says, and he slides his hand down the front of my panties. His fingers find my swollen and wet clit as he presses against it firmly. “God damn, you’re soaking wet, too.”

  “Shit, Gavin,” I gasp a little bit, surprised by the pleasure. He pulls my hair tighter, sliding his fingers along my pussy, rubbing my clit, teasing me, before pressing his fingers inside of me.

  It feels so fucking good. He kisses my neck as his fingers do their magic, working my pussy, and I’ve never felt this way before. He grips my hair hard in his fist and the slight pain only makes the pleasure so much better.

  I can’t help but moan, although I try hard to keep them quiet and stifled. I know people are all around us, but it just doesn’t matter to me in this moment. Gavin’s hands do things to my body that I’ve never felt before.

  “You like being with an older man, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear.

  I moan a little in response. “I don’t know,” I admit.

  “This is what you really need,” he says, looking into my eyes. “An older man to take care of you, to teach you things. You’re a good little rich girl, but deep down inside of you, I know there’s a dirty slut just begging to be let out.”

  I gasp as his fingers press inside of me again and I shake my head. “I don’t know,” I moan, not thinking clearly, not able to. It feels too good.

  “I know,” he says. “You need a Daddy. A man to make you feel good. To give you what you really want.” His lips find mine again and I’m losing it, completely and utterly.

  I know where this is leading. There’s some voice in the back of my mind, screaming at me, telling me that he’s going to fuck me. He’s going to do it right here, right now, and oh god, I’ve never done it before. He doesn’t know that I’m a virgin. He clearly can see that I’m innocent and inexperienced, but he doesn’t know how far that goes.

  I press my hands against his chest suddenly, terrified of what I’m doing. I feel overwhelmed and scared. What if I disappoint him? I can’t have my first time happen in a bathroom stall. I press him back a little and he looks at me, his head cocked to the side. His hand slips out from the front of my jeans.

  “Wait,” I say, breathless. “Slow down.”

  “Slow down?” He smirks. “Your body is saying something different, Sadie girl.”

  “I know, I just, please. Let’s slow down.”

  He nods. “Whatever you need.”

  I lean back against the wall for a second, breathing deep, and he watches me. He smirks a little bit. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get a drink. Take things slow.”

  I nod and smile a little, relieved. I get myself together and then we leave the stall. I feel a little embarrassed when people stare at us coming out together, but I don’t care what these strangers think.

  I almost fucked him in that bathroom with all these people around, and I’m not even drunk. That thought actually terrifies me a little bit. I always saw myself as a good person, someone who had morals and followed the rules, but maybe I’m wrong. I didn’t know that sex could make me feel this way.

  It’s so good and it’s so wrong, and the wrongness makes it that much better. I know it’s messed up but I would have fucked him back there if I hadn’t said anything.

  But he didn’t push. I could tell that he wanted it badly, could feel it in his body, but he backed off. I’m a little relieved, actually. I’ve heard so many stories of guys being pushy, but maybe men aren’t like that, at least real men aren’t. Gavin doesn’t seem like the type that needs to pressure someone into sex.

  Being around him is pressure enough. His confidence is so sexy that I don’t know how long I can resist it.

  We head back out into the main part of the club and angle toward the booth. But before we can get there, Reginald appears through the crowd.

  I’m shocked to see him. I stop short and I feel Gavin tense just behind me.

  “Miss Sadie,” Reginald says. “Your father sent me to bring you home.”

  I stare at him, totally shocked. “How—how did you find me?”

  He shakes his head, face stern. “Doesn’t matter. Please, come with me.”

  “Sadie,” Gavin says, taking my hand. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

  I turn away from Reginald and look up at Gavin. “I should go,” I say. “I had fun.”

  He nods, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah. Me too.”

  I kiss him quickly on the cheek, squeeze his hand, and then turn away. I follow Reginald, glancing back only once to see Gavin watching me leave.

  I’m terrified as I
get into the car. Reginald heads back toward our apartment, and I know I’m in deep shit.

  I shouldn’t be surprised that someone was sent for me. My family is incredibly well connected. At a club like that, there are probably like fifty people that know me by sight, and I bet someone called my father to let him know that I was out with Gavin Waller. My father is going to be livid, but it doesn’t matter.

  I’m a grown woman, despite what he thinks, although I am still dependent on them. Still, tonight was one of the best nights of my life. Sure, I chickened out and backed away from sex with Gavin, but still. He felt so good and gave me a glimpse of what it could be like if I finally gave myself to him. I know it’ll be incredible. It just wasn’t the right time yet.

  I’m going to get yelled at when we get home, but it’s fine. I’ll survive it. And then I’ll call Gavin and see him again, because I haven’t gotten enough yet. In fact, I only just got my first taste.

  Soon, I’m going to get another.

  7

  Gavin

  I sip my beer and glance down at my watch, frowning to myself. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I last saw Sadie, but I haven’t heard from her yet. I know she’s probably in deep shit with her family, but I’m actually starting to worry.

  That’s a new feeling. I never really worried about a woman before, not this way at least. I have female friends and I’ve gotten close to lovers, but this is a different feeling entirely.

  I’m almost protective of her. I want to make sure she’s being treated well and taken care of, even if maybe that’s not my role. Not yet, at least. I want to take that on for her though. I want to be the man who protects her, cares for her, takes care of her. And I have no clue how to feel about that.

  “You’re quiet,” Chuck says to me. We’re sitting in a little shitty dive bar in the old neighborhood. There’s a basketball game on TV and most of the locals are either drunk or well on their way to being drunk.

  The place is dingy and poorly lit, which is part of its charm. The bar is old and somewhat sticky from years and years of spilled drinks. All the tables are wood covered with shellac, basically big, plastic, and indestructible at this point. It’s pretty empty, which surprises me. Usually a working class haunt like this would be packed late at night, even on a work night, but maybe the economy is worse than I realized.

  “Guess I don’t have a lot to say,” I respond.

  “How’s the girl doing?” He grins at me a little.

  I sigh. “I was wondering how long before you brought it up.”

  “Hey, man, I gave you a beer. Now it’s time to talk.”

  “Took her out last night.”

  He whistles. “Damn, man.”

  “It was good. Took her to that new club, Deep Spot or whatever it’s called.”

  “Dark Spot,” he corrects.

  “Whatever. We danced, drank, you know.”

  “Fucked?” he asks.

  I give him a look. “Don’t be an asshole.”

  He laughs a little. “So you don’t kiss and tell now?”

  “No,” I say pointedly. “And I never did before.” I’m not the type to brag about my conquests.

  “Yeah, fine, fair enough.” Chuck sips his beer again. “Still, the Tillman daughter. It’s pretty ballsy.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m not sure it’s going to happen again.”

  “Why? She get to know you?” He grins at me.

  I just ignore his lame joke. “Her butler, or maybe her driver, I’m not sure, but anyway, he came and found us.”

  Chuck raises an eyebrow. “You for real?”

  I nod. “He didn’t look happy.”

  Chuck watches me for a second then bursts out laughing. I sigh, sipping my beer. “Holy fuck,” Chuck says between breaths. “You got fucking caught! With the Tillman daughter!” He cracks up, shaking his head.

  “Glad you enjoy it,” I mutter.

  Chuck laughs a little more and gets himself under control. I flip a peanut shell into the basket, not bothering to eat the peanut. I can only imagine how many hands have been in that peanut bowl before mine, but I’m just trying to distract myself and I know it.

  “So what happened?” he asks me.

  “Nothing,” I say. “She went home and I haven’t heard from her.”

  “They probably shipped her off to a convent.”

  “This isn’t the dark ages.”

  He grins at me. “It basically is with a family like that.”

  I sigh and look at the bar. “I’m afraid I fucked up.”

  “How?” he asks softly.

  I look up at him. “What do you mean?”

  “Are you afraid you fucked up because you got her in trouble, or because you got yourself in trouble?”

  I blink. “Because I got her in trouble,” I say. “Shit, it didn’t even occur to me that they might be unhappy with me.”

  “Good,” he says, smiling a little.

  “Why?”

  “Means you actually like this girl.”

  I nod slowly. “Guess I do.”

  “Come on,” he says, “last drink is on me.”

  I grin and we start talking about business, but I still have Sadie on my mind as we finish that last drink.

  It’s around one in the morning when we finally leave. Chuck gets in his car and heads home, and I have my driver take me back to my apartment. I could just go into the office and sleep there, but I want to shower in the morning and we’re not far from my place.

  The driver drops me off and I tip him before heading upstairs. My apartment is like my second home. I spend a lot of time in the office, mostly because I have everything there that I could need. But it’s still nice to have a home that isn’t in the middle of my job.

  I take the elevator to the top and step off. I pause outside of my door, cocking my head.

  It’s slightly ajar. I don’t remember leaving it open. I frown a little bit and push it open. Maybe one of the people that I hire stopped by, maybe the cook is here or one of the cleaning people. They know I keep weird hours and maybe they figured they’d get an early start or something.

  But of course that’s a stupid thought, and it hits me as soon as I’m in my apartment. All of the lights are on, which I know I definitely didn’t do. Who the hell would go to their job at one in the morning, unless they were up to no good?

  I pause in my hallway. “Hello?” I call out.

  The answer comes back instantly. “In the living room.”

  A chill runs down my spine. I don’t recognize that voice. I step toward the table in my entrance way and reach for the drawer. I keep a small gun in there, just a little .22 caliber thing, but it’ll be enough.

  “Don’t bother with the gun,” the voice calls out. “I checked already. It’s empty.”

  I reach into the drawer, heart hammering, and pick it up. I pull out the magazine and sure enough, it’s empty. Cursing under my breath, I put it back into the drawer and walk slowly toward my living room.

  “Who are you?” I call out. “And what do you want?”

  “No need to be nervous, Mr. Waller,” the man says. “I’m not here to rob you.”

  I relax slightly at the way he speaks to me. I step into the living room and spot the man standing near the wall-sized windows, looking out over the city. He turns toward me, a smile on his face.

  He’s in his late forties, maybe ten years older than me. He wears a dark suit, a dark tie, and a white shirt. His hair is thinning and balding in the back, but his eyes are sharp, and he looks like he’s in good shape. He has a square jaw and he clearly works out, though he’s a couple inches shorter than me. If I didn’t now any better, I’d think I could take him. But he doesn’t look like a normal person. I can see it in the way he looks at me.

  Plus, normal people don’t break into apartments in the middle of the night just for a chat.

  “Who are you?” I ask him again, standing in the entranceway.

  He smiles at me and raises his hands, pal
ms out. “My name is Silas,” he says. “I work for the Tillmans. I’m just here to talk.”

  I frown at him, but relax slightly. If the Tillmans sent him, that means he’s probably not here to rob and kill me.

  But he might be here for something much worse.

  “Do you want something?” I ask him.

  He smiles slightly. “Interesting. I break into your apartment and you ask if I want something.”

  I shrug, playing it cool, and walk to the kitchen. “Might as well be polite. Whisky?”

  He nods. “Okay then.”

  I pour two glasses and hand him one. I sip mine and eye him. We stand on either side of the kitchen island.

  “Well, you probably want to know why I’m here.”

  I nod once. “I’d like that.”

  “It’s late, so I’ll try and be brief. You seem reasonable, Mr. Waller.”

  “Call me Gavin.”

  “Okay, Gavin.” Silas puts his drink down on the counter and looks at me, a little smile on his face. “Truth is, Mr. Tillman is very angry about you seeing his daughter behind his back.”

  I clench my jaw slightly. “Is she okay?”

  Silas smiles a little wider. “She’s fine, as far as I know. Curious that you’d ask.”

  “I know your employer can be… harsh.”

  “Harsh. Good word.” Silas takes another sip of his whisky. “I’m here to give you a simple message, Gavin. It’s the kind of message that I’m often hired to give, and I really, really hate giving it more than once. Are you ready?”

  “Get on with it,” I say, staring at him, anger rising in my throat like bile.

  “Stay away from Sadie Tillman. It’s that simple. Stay away from her, and everything will be just fine.”

  I stare at his smiling face and I can hear the threat there, implicit behind his words.

  “And if I don’t, everything won’t,” I say.

  Silas just shrugs and smiles, not responding.

  “Do you always do Tillman’s dirty work?” I ask him.

  “I’ve been in his employ for many years,” he admits. “Though I have other clients, of course.” He puts his drink down and steps away from the counter. “I’m going to leave now, Gavin.”