Daddy Duke

by Madison Faye

  “So fucking beautiful,” he purrs as he pulls his fly down, his eyes locked on me as he slips his hand inside. Slowly, he pulls his hand back out, and when he does, my jaw practically hits the desk.

  Oh. My. God.

  He’s so big — and I know I’ve got nothing to compare it to, but he could easily fit both his hands around it, stacked, and I’d still be able to see his thick, swollen crown. The fingers of one of his big hands curl around it, and I moan as I watch him slowly stroke it up and down.

  Glistening, pearly-white liquid beads at the tip and then dribbles down his shaft, his hand rubbing it in and making his whole cock shine in a way that has my pussy throbbing and my mouth watering.

  He moves forward, his hand stroking his cock and his eyes locked between my legs. He pushes my legs wide apart, his breath on my thighs, and when it moves higher, I can feel the tremor tease through my whole body.

  “Perfect,” he groans quietly, his breath teasing over my bare pussy.

  “Perfect and mine.”

  I cry out as his tongue touches me, the sensation almost knocking me back onto his desk. He starts at my opening, his tongue pushing deep inside before he drags it slowly up, parting my soft folds until his wicked tongue bumps over my clit. He growls, pressing his whole mouth to me and letting the tip of his tongue swirl over my clit over and over, until I’m throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut, gasping at the feeling.

  My hands fly out behind me to stop myself from falling, palm flat on his desk and my head thrown back as Damien tongues my pussy and makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. He groans into me, his tongue pushing deep and tasting all of me. I look down, and I moan louder as I see his arm moving, knowing that he’s touching that beautiful cock of his because of me. It’s a feeling that has my toes curling and the moans tumbling from my lips, knowing that this gorgeous, dominant, powerful man is stroking his big cock for me.

  His other hand comes up, fingers teasing my entrance as he tongues my clit. He slowly pushes one inside, and suddenly, I freeze. Suddenly, I realize my whole little “dangerous bad girl” act of breaking in here and throwing sass back at him is going to come crashing down. Because if his finger goes any further, he’s going to know I’m—

  Damien suddenly stops, and I feel my whole face flush red. He slowly pulls away from me, and all I want is to crawl into hole somewhere and disappear.

  “I—” my words choke as the heat blazes though my face, knowing what a total fool I probably look like trying to play the temptress when I’m really just a virgin.

  “I should go—”

  “Stop.”

  His voice is firm, but warm, and deep, and the sound of it envelops me like a blanket.

  “Look at me, baby girl,” he says softly. I don’t, because I can’t, and I keep my eyes and my face turned away as the tears brim my eyes.

  “Lyra.”

  His hand cups my cheek, and slowly, he pulls my gaze back to him.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper sullenly.

  But Damien’s just shaking his head, his eye blazing with something heated and his gaze firmly on me.

  “You have nothing to be sorry about, angel,” he purrs. “I knew from the first look at you that you’d never been claimed, that you’d never felt a man inside of you. I could tell by the way you walked, and the way you held yourself.”

  I start to look away, but he stops me.

  “I want you like this,” he growls, a hunger suddenly blazing over his face. “I want you untouched, and unmarked, and I like that you’re mine and only mine.” He stands, moving close to me and pulling me against him. He tilts my head back, and suddenly, he’s kissing me so hard I can feel it in my toes. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I know it’s dirty, but it suddenly sends that hungry shiver back through me again. Or maybe it’s because it’s so dirty.

  “So pure,” he groans into my lips. “So innocent. I knew you’d never had a man touch you like this, or taste your sweetness like this, or fuck you, like I’m going to fuck you.”

  I whimper at his words, and when I feel his thick, pulsing shaft hot against my thigh, I tremble in anticipation.

  “And I will have you, my angel,” he says softly. “Not here, and not like this, but soon — very soon — I’m going to take you as my own. And when I do, there’s not a man in the world who’ll be able to look at you again and see what I saw tonight. They’ll know you’ve been plucked. They’ll know that a man has had you, and claimed you, and it’ll be my job to let every single fucking one of them know that you’re off-limits to everyone but me.”

  I gasp at his words, the fierceness of them sending a heated pulse right through my body, until my heart jumps into my throat with excitement.

  His. I’m aware of how crazy or how surreal it sounds. But at the same time, there’s no denying how it really makes me feel.

  Whole. It makes me feel protected, and loved, and like for the first time ever, I’m needed by someone.

  “I love that you’re untouched, and unmarked, Lyra,” he growls, pulling me close and kissing me again. His hand slips between my legs, and I whimper as his fingers brush over my clit.

  “Because, my little queen, I’m going to mark you. I’m going to spread those pretty thighs wide and bury my cock inside of your sweet untouched cunt.”

  His cock slips against my pussy, and for one second, my heart jumps into my throat, wondering if he’s decided to take me now. He eases the head against my opening, teasing me and rubbing it up and down, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he just makes me cry out, leaking my sticky wetness all over his cock until it's dripping down the thick, veined shaft as he slowly strokes himself.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans. “Look at how hard you’ve made my cock with that sweet little cunt of yours.”

  He pushes the head up, rubbing it over my clit and then rocking against me so that every fat inch of the underside of his cock glides over my clit. He strokes himself harder, groaning alongside my moans, and I watch as more and more sticky white fluid drips from the small slit at the top of his cock. It drops down onto my skin, coating my pussy and my thighs, mixing with my own wetness until I’m slick and glistening and wet, my legs wide open for him.

  “And look how wet and ready that pretty pussy is for Daddy,” he groans. “I can feel you pulsing against me, so eager to feel me slide inside, and so eager to feel me spray my cum deep in your womb.”

  I moan louder, panting as his cock glides over my clit again and again, his hips pumping as if he’s driving into me, even if he’s staying just outside. I can feel a tingling sensation begin to well up inside of me — something that threatens to engulf me as this gorgeous, much older, powerful man strokes his thick cock against my pussy and whispers his filthy promises into my ear

  “Soon, angel,” he growls. “Soon I’ll be spreading this little pussy wide, and stretching you open for my cock.” His hand grips my ass tight, cupping me and holding me down on the desk as he strokes his cock with his other hand. My soaking wet panties, sticky and pushed to the side, slip over his cock, making it look even more obscene as I watch his hips drive back and forth, sawing his thick shaft against my slit.

  “Soon you’ll know what it feels like to come with the one cock you’ll ever know buried to the hilt inside this tight little slit.”

  He moves faster and faster, and when the edges of my world start to blur, I know I’m going to explode at any second.

  “I want my seed filling you, angel,” he groans, his cock swelling up even bigger as it leaks his pre-cum all over my pussy. “I want to fill you up so much that it fills your womb and leaks down your thighs. But first, before that,” he growls, his eyes captivating mine as he cups my jaw and lets his lips brush mine.

  “But first, I want this sweet, sweet pussy to come for me. I want you to come all over Daddy’s cock, baby girl. Come for Daddy.”

  I scream as the tsunami of my orgasm slams through me. I clutch at him, mashing my lips to his an
d sucking his tongue into my mouth as I feel the hardest, biggest, most intense orgasm of my life absolutely shatter through me.

  Damien roars into my mouth, his hand pumping his big dick faster and faster, until suddenly, he explodes. I gasp, feeling his thick, hot, sticky cum spurt against my clit and run down my pussy. He strokes himself again and again, and I look down, moaning, to see thick white ropes of his cum splashing over my belly, and my thighs, and my slit — coating me until I’m absolutely soaked in his seed.

  Finally, shaking and trembling against him, I slowly come down from my orgasm. I melt into him, clutching at him for dear life like I might tumble away without him there to hold me up. His arms circle me protectively, and his lips find mine as he kisses me slow and deep.

  “I need to get back to the party,” he growls.

  My heart sinks a little.

  “Oh,” I nod, swallowing the lump that forms in my throat. “Oh, right. Yeah, I guess you need to get back to—”

  “So that I can tell everyone to leave,” he whispers into my lips. “So I can tell them to get the fuck out, so that I can have you all to myself.”

  I bite my lip, trying to hold back the grin, but I’m not very good at it.

  Damien reaches down between us, and I whimper as his fingers stroke over my pussy, slippery from the mess we’ve made. He tugs my panties back into place, and it feels so fucking dirty, and sexy, and wrong in the best way. I can feel his hot cum warm against my skin and soaking into my panties as he tugs them tight to me.

  “Keep me there,” he purrs, leaning down and kissing me softly. “I want my cum warm and sticky again your dirty little pussy all night. I want people to smell it on you and know you’re spoken for.”

  “Am I?” I breathe out.

  “Yes,” he growls possessively. “You are very much spoken for. I don’t know how you got in here, but you’re staying.”

  Chapter 5

  Damien

  I keep Lyra’s soft, perfect hand in mine as we step back into the party. A few people look, but I honestly couldn’t give a shit. Let them. Let them know that this angel from heaven is mine. Hopefully, the word gets out to some of the jackals who were sniffing around her earlier, before I have to fire them and put them in a grave.

  Her hand tugs at mine though, and I turn, my brow furrowing.

  “I need to go freshen up,” she says softly.

  But I grin and just shake my head. “Uh-uh. I thought I was clear, angel. I want you covered in my seed for the rest of the evening.”

  She blushes fiercely, her lip catching between her teeth as she shakes her head. “No, not that,” she blushes again. “I just mean I need to go fix my hair and my makeup. I think I might look like…”

  She trails off, but I just hold those gorgeous eyes of hers with mine, a smile teasing my lips.

  “Like you just almost got fucked?”

  Her face lights up like a red Christmas bulb, but I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her. And when I feel her hands tighten around me as well, and her face bury in my chest, I’m not sure I’ll actually ever be able to let her go.

  I do, of course, reluctantly. And not until I’ve pulled her tight to me, tilted her head back with a hand in her hair, and claimed those lips in front of the group of employees clustered around the bar where we’re standing. I slowly pull away, relishing the look of pure happiness on her face before I gently let her go.

  “Don’t be long,” I purr, squeezing her hand. “I might have to come find you and make sure no one else is trying to steal you away.”

  “Please do,” she whispers breathlessly, before her hand slips from mine, and she’s lost in the crowd.

  Holy shit.

  Something’s happened to me. Something that I’ve never once looked for, and never expected to ever find has hit me over the head like goddamn brick. And now I’m seeing stars — stars spelled “L-y-r-a.”

  I’ve hardly ever had time for women, what with my work and making this company the machine it is today. The work and the money and the power have always come first, before a pretty face or a nice pair of legs.

  …That all completely changed when my little angel stepped into this party, and I know without hesitation that nothing is ever going to be the same again. Nothing in this world will ever be as sweet or as pure if I don’t have her for myself. In the one hour I’ve had her in my world, I’m already seeing clearer than I’ve ever seen. I’m thinking faster, and sharper than ever.

  I know what I want, and above all of it — above the job, and the money, and the power, there’s one thing now that shines brighter than the rest.

  …It’s her, of course.

  She’s barely been gone a minute when I can already feel the anxious need to have her in my arms again. My jaw tenses and my muscles twitch, wanting nothing more and needing nothing more than to have her small, perfect little body pressed to mine - her soft lips opening willingly for me and her tender moan igniting something inside of me.

  I turn and nod at the bartender, who passes me what he already knows I want. Scotch. Old, expensive, rich, and smoky. I sip the glass slowly, trying to let the golden liquid mellow my mind, and keep me sane while she’s not by my side.

  But I know it’s a losing battle.

  Instead, I turn, glancing over the room for my head planner. I wasn’t kidding before. This party is fucking over. And the second I find my guy, I’m making sure every single person here, from distinguished guest to catering waiter is out that damn door in five fucking minutes.

  Everyone but me and my Lyra.

  I’m still searching the room for the planner when a hand claps me on the back.

  “Hey! There he is! Big D!”

  I grit my teeth and narrow my eyes at the sound of the voice before I turn and force a plastic smile to my face.

  Bill Goddard is the head of Regent Trust, the fund mine is taking over. Bill is also weak and stupid, he drinks too much, and he makes trades that are far too conveniently placed time-wise to be above the level. He’s reckless with his fund’s money, to the point of most certainly engaging in very obvious insider trading that will get the authorities’ attention sooner than later.

  His company is decent, which is why I’m buying them into mine. But what Bill doesn’t know is that the minute the contractually obligated grace period is up with the merger, he’s fucking gone. Until then though, regretfully, he’s going to be second in command around here — a thought that sits sour in me and has my teeth clenching tight.

  I’d fire him now, or Hell, throw him off a roof after the way I’ve seen him speaking to his staff, or worse, mine. I saw the way he talked to my secretary like she was less than shit, right before he tried to get her to come into his office for a massage.

  No, seriously.

  Bill is drunk, reeking of booze as he leers in my face, grinning away. I tense my jaw, forcing myself to smile at him. Again, I’d toss him off the fucking balcony, tonight even, but I need him. I need this acquisition to go through and I need the grace period to make the merger final.

  And I hate being beholden like this.

  “Ready to take on the world, Big D?”

  “Don’t call me that,” I growl.

  He just chuckles. “You’re the man, D.”

  I remind myself for the hundred-thousandth time that committing murder tonight would put a serious hitch on my merger. My temper flares, and I turn away from Bill to scan the room, looking for the one thing I know will bring me back down to earth and keep me sane.

  My angel.

  She’s been gone too long. Even if it’s barely been five minutes, that’s five minutes that I haven’t had my arm around her, or my hand on her skin, her lips on mine, or the scent of her hair driving me wild as I bury my face in it.

  Bill slaps me on the shoulder again, and I snap.

  “I have to go,” I growl, barely keeping it together as my eyes scan the crowd over his shoulder.

  “Oh, wait, Damien,” he swigs from his drink, clea
ring his throat. “Hang on, there’s someone I’d like you to-”

  I’m already pushing past him though, having spotted my head planner, when Bills fucking hand grabs my arm again.

  “Damien, I’d like you to meet my daughter.”

  I sigh heavily, narrowing my eyes and squaring my shoulders as I turn back to him to tell him as politely as I can to fuck off.

  “Bill, I need to—”

  I freeze.

  The rest of the room fades away as my eyes lock onto the gorgeous, perfect little angel that Bill’s goddamn arm is wrapped around.

  Her.

  The girl who’s still got my cum soaking into her panties, who’s sweet little candy pussy I can still taste on my tongue and is literally all I can think about.

  …And she’s Bill Goddard’s fucking daughter.

  Chapter 6

  Lyra

  He stares at me, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing that green fury at me. There’s definitely anger there, but it’s more than just fury.

  Hunger.

  There’s a fire in that look, and I shiver, knowing something that I’ve never known before: I kindled that fire.

  Me.

  He knows I tricked him, or at least wasn’t exactly forthcoming in who I was. There’s no pretending that I didn’t know who he was. I mean, of course I did — I was in his office, at his party, in his company headquarters.

  My body tightens, my core trembling at the memory of not ten minutes ago — his tongue sliding through my pussy, tasting me and making me shiver and shake like nothing ever has before. I remember the way his big, thick cock felt, pulsing hot and hard on my skin and gliding over my clit.

  The way his hands felt on my skin, and the feel of his cum pumping over me.

  I can still feel him under my dress — sticky, warm, and wet on my skin. It’s a reminder — a dirty, wicked, sinful reminder of what we’ve just done. But he looks so mad. I think about what he said, how I was his now, and marked and all that, and how he’d be taking me as his own later.