Daddy's Baby: A BDSM Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I stroke myself faster, heart pumping. “I’d slowly pull my fingers out and slide my cock inside of you. Just the tip, just a tease, but as I do that I’ll tie your hands behind your back. I’ll bind your wrists together nice and tight so you can’t get away.”

  “Can you do that?” she asks me.

  “Of course,” I say. “I can tie you up however you want.”

  “I want that,” she says.

  “Once your wrists are tied, you’ll be mine to do with whatever I please. Can you give yourself to me like that?”

  “Yes,” she says. It comes out as a moan.

  “I know you can. I’ll be nice at first. I’ll sink my cock deep inside of you, start fucking you faster and deeper, giving you pleasure. But before you get too much, I’ll spank your ass nice and hard.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “Yes,” I say. “It will, and you’ll like it. You might be confused at first, because pain shouldn’t feel nice. But with my cock buried inside of you, the pain feels good somehow, makes the pleasure sweeter. I’d spank you again, make you cry out, make you say my name.”

  “Declan,” she whispers, her panting getting louder, her moans coming freely.

  “That’s right. You’ll say my name as I start to fuck you nice and rough. I’ll pull your hair back, give you a taste of the good pain. I’d slap your ass harder, harder, as I fuck you deeper and rougher.”

  I’m stroking myself faster now and I’m getting into it. I know I’m getting close, and I can hear it in her voice, too. She’s ready to come, and I want to give it to her.

  “I’ll stroke into your tight pussy rough and deep, slapping your ass, grinding inside of you. Maybe you’ll struggle, try and get away, but your hands are bound behind your back. Your pussy is all mine, a plaything for me.”

  “Yes,” she groans. “I want you to play with me. Use me.”

  “Good,” I say. “You’ll submit. I know you will. And you’re going to look so pretty down on your knees.”

  “I want it,” she groans. “Every inch. Please.”

  “I know you want pleasure, Teagan, but you have it earn it. I’ll pull on the ropes, pull your arms back, thrust deep inside of you while I do it. You’re going to moan so loudly you can’t hear anything else, and soon those moans will turn to begging. Do you know what you’ll say?”

  “Please let me come,” she says. “Please, Declan.”

  “No, you don’t call me that. You won’t say my name.”

  “What will I say?” she asks.

  “You’ll call me Daddy.”

  She lets out a strangled half moan. “You’ll make me call you Daddy?”

  “That’s right,” I say, jerking my cock faster. “You’re going to call me Daddy. I’ll take care of you, but you’ll submit to me. You’ll take the pain because I’ll make it feel good.”

  “Oh god,” she groans. “Please. Declan.”

  “No,” I say. “Don’t say my name.”

  “Daddy,” she moans. “Fuck. I want to come.”

  “Come for me,” I say. “Come for Daddy.”

  She groans and gasps, and I know she’s coming. I grab some tissues from the table next to me and keep jerking myself, faster and faster, listening to her orgasm. I come then, imagining her tight pussy. I want to fill her up, give her every drop of my cum.

  Slowly we both finish and she’s left panting on the other end. “Shit,” she says. “I haven’t gotten off like that since…”

  “Since you had me,” I say, a smirk on my lips.

  “Yeah,” she admits. “That’s true.”

  “I can give you all that,” I say seriously. “Everything I said, it’s all true.”

  “You want me to call you Daddy?” Her tone is half joking, but there’s a hint of something serious.

  “Yes,” I say. “I do.”

  She pauses a second. “I don’t know,” she says finally. “I’m not sure I’m into it.”

  “Okay,” I say simply, a smile on my lips. I know she’s lying to herself. “But if you change your mind and you want to taste it all… just say the word.”

  Another short silence. “You drive me insane, you know that?” she says softly.

  “I know. I’m going to bed now.” I glance at the clock. It’s late and I’m finally tired for once.

  “Good. I might go to sleep, too.”

  “Goodnight, Teagan.”

  “Goodnight, Declan.”

  We hang up the phone. I pull up my messages and look at the pictures she sent me one more time before deleting them. I don’t need to keep them. I know there will be more pictures, and I’ll be seeing all of that in person very soon.

  I get up, clean myself off, and get ready for bed. Tonight, I know I’m going to sleep well. And my dreams are going to be very, very good.

  10

  Teagan

  Somehow, even when he’s not with me, he still gets me off. I don’t know how he does it, but everything about Declan drives me absolutely insane.

  Mornings in my house are chaos. Controlled chaos, but still. “Having fun?” I ask as Felix attacks his breakfast.

  “Fun!” He shakes his fists and I can’t help but smile. I make sure his bib is tucked in, because I don’t have time to change him into something else before he goes to daycare. Marta should be here soon to take him.

  I pour myself a cup of coffee and unpeel a banana. This is basically all I have time for. I can’t imagine how moms do it with more than one kid. I love Felix, but little boys can be difficult sometimes. I can’t imagine what it would be like with more than one of him.

  Just as I’m about to take a bite, Felix makes a face and knocks his cup onto the floor.

  “Felix,” I say sternly. “You know you can’t do that.”

  “Fun!” he says again.

  I sigh and pick up his cup. “If you knock it over again, I’m taking it away.”

  He gives me a pouty look and I know he might cry, but I can’t give in to him. I step back over to the counter, sipping my coffee and checking the time on the stove.

  Declan should be getting back soon. He texted me when he was getting on his flight, a private plane actually. Must be pretty nice, doesn’t have to worry about being packed into coach with eighty other people for ten hours or however long it takes to fly to London.

  I’m strangely excited to see him again. We texted the whole time he was there, and only spoke on the phone that one time, though we weren’t exactly having a conversation. I can’t believe I had phone sex, to be totally honest. I always thought it would be too awkward to be hot, but nothing’s awkward with Declan. Not when it comes to sex. With him that felt totally natural and normal, and I just fell into it without a second thought.

  I go to bite my banana, but there’s a knock at the door. I sigh and put it down, hurrying to answer it. I assume it’s going to be Marta, here a little early, but instead it’s some kid with a bike helmet.

  “Delivery for you,” he says, and I realize he’s a courier.

  “Oh, thanks.”

  He hands me his scanner to sign and then gives me the package. It’s about two feet long, maybe five inches across, though it doesn’t weigh all that much. There’s no address or anything on it, but the box is jet black with a gold ribbon, and I know it has to be from Declan.

  I go back into the kitchen just as Felix knocks his cup over again.

  “Felix!”

  He laughs and I take his cup away, putting it on the counter. I clean up his breakfast, wiping his face down, and get him out of his highchair. I put him in the living room where I can see him, and finally I get to take a bite of my banana.

  All thoughts of the package are gone from my mind. Sara calls me just a second later, and although I don’t want to answer, I know I have to.

  “Judge agreed to our motion,” she says triumphantly. “Just now.”

  “Really?” I glance at the clock. “It’s so early.”

  “Apparently this judge works weird hours.”
r />   “Great news either way, right?”

  “Right,” I say, grinning. Declan isn’t going to be happy with this. His lawyers were trying to move the case to a different distract, but we filed a motion to block that, and apparently we won. They were claiming that our current district would favor our case, since it’s all local. It’s not a bad move, but apparently the judge disagreed.

  “What next?” I ask her.

  “Well, it looks like this is going to trial. So we’re prepping for that while setting up some contingency plans.”

  “Perfect,” I say. “Send the files over to my office and I’ll get to work.”

  “You’re on court duty,” she says. “So polish up on your skills.”

  I grin to myself. I haven’t actually tried a case in front of a jury yet. Most of my work happens outside of the courtroom, so I’m excited for this.

  “Thanks, Sara,” I say.

  “No problem. You’re gonna love it.”

  “I’m sure I will.”

  “Shit, I gotta go. Subway’s here. See you soon.”

  “See ya.”

  I hang up the phone, smiling to myself. That’s really good news. The case against Declan and Reid is actually pretty good, although they do have an incredibly high-powered legal team on their side. I can’t underestimate them.

  I turn to check on Felix and I pause in my tracks. The box Declan sent is gone from the coffee table where I dropped it on my way to the kitchen. Felix is kneeling down in front of it, pulling the lid off.

  “Felix,” I say, walking over to him.

  He looks up at me with a big smile as he pulls a huge, thick, black dildo out of the box.

  I stare at it for a second. The veins are so realistic, and it’s thick, really thick. Basically the size of Felix’s arm. He laughs and waves it around.

  “Sword!” he says, though I have no clue where he learned that word.

  “Felix!” I rush over to him and bend over to grab the dildo. “That’s not for you. That’s for mommy.”

  Just as I’m leaning down to take it, the front door opens up. Marta steps in and looks over just as I’m grabbing the dildo from Felix’s hands.

  She stares and I stare back. Our gazes meet and for a second, I’m terrified she’s going to call social services.

  “It’s not what you think,” I say to her.

  A smile breaks across her lips. “Did he get into something he shouldn’t have?”

  “Yes,” I say. “You opened mommy’s box without asking, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” he says, gleeful.

  I shove the dildo back into its place and close the lid. I’m bright red, so freaking embarrassed I can barely breathe, although Felix seems totally delighted. I toss the box onto the kitchen table and turn back to Marta.

  She meets me in the kitchen, eyebrows raised. “That was, uh, a gift from a friend,” I say quickly. “A stupid joke.”

  She grins at me. “I had one just like it when I was younger,” she says. “Mine’s smaller now, though.”

  I gape at her and burst out laughing nervously. She smiles and shrugs at me before turning back to Felix.

  “Time to go, yes, little man?”

  “Yes,” he cries out, hopping to his feet.

  I eat my banana and finish my coffee as Marta gets him ready. I want to run upstairs and hide under my bed but that would just be worse. I have to face this thing head on and get over it.

  “Bye, lovely,” I say, kissing Felix.

  “Bye, mommy.”

  Marta winks at me as she walks out with Felix.

  I stare at the empty room for a second before going over to the box and tossing open the lid again. The dildo is still there, nestled in some tissue paper. There’s a card taped to the top of the lid. I pull it off and open it up.

  Tea, you wanted to know how far we can take this. Here’s something to get you started. Declan.

  I read the note twice before staring at the dildo.

  “What the hell are you thinking?” I say out loud to myself, hefting the dildo up into my hands. It’s thick and long, probably the biggest cock I’ve ever touched. I’m not even sure this would fit inside of me, let alone be able to get me off.

  As I’m staring at it, my phone buzzes. I pick it up absently and glance at the screen, one eye still on the dildo, until I realize that it’s Declan.

  “I’m home,” the text says.

  I type back. “I got your present.”

  “I know,” he says. “I made sure you got it this morning.”

  “Felix found it,” I tell him. “You pretty much can’t send me a box without him trying to open it.”

  There’s a short pause and I wonder if I’ve finally scared him off. I’m sure he didn’t anticipate getting involved with a woman and her kid. Declan doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy that’s good with children, let alone interested in them at all.

  “I’ll have to be more careful,” he says finally. “That didn’t occur to me.”

  “It’s okay. I’m sure you’re not used to having kids around.”

  “No, I’m not,” he admits. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not okay with it.”

  I bite my lower lip. “You don’t have to say that.”

  “I know I don’t.”

  I stare at my phone for another second, my mind racing. “I have to get to work,” I type. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

  I slip my phone into my bag and quickly get my things together. I run the dildo in its box upstairs into my room and slide it under my bed. I’m out the door a few minutes later, running a little behind.

  The whole commute to work, I just keep thinking about Declan and his texts. He doesn’t mind kids, he says, although I don’t know what he actually thinks this is. If I’m just a fuck buddy then why would kids matter at all? He wouldn’t see Felix anyway.

  Although he is Felix’s father, which makes it so much more complicated. This whole thing is a tangled messy web, and I’m afraid that I’m getting too deep into it. If I keep going out with him, what am I going to do about Felix? I mean, I can’t keep lying to him. I can’t keep pretending like he isn’t his father.

  I want to keep going out with Declan. I want to spend more time with him, be with him. I want to know what he was going to make me do with that dildo. I want to hear him say the words to me as I slide it deep between my legs.

  But if I want to keep doing that, if I want to take this thing further, I owe him the truth. I have to tell him about Felix sooner or later. I don’t know how he’ll react. Maybe he’ll run away and that’ll be the end of this, but at least I’ll know. I’ll lose whatever we’re building, but this lie that’s been hanging over my head will be gone.

  I don’t know what I’ll do it. But I know it has to be soon.

  11

  Declan

  “How badly do you want it?”

  I stare at the man sitting across from me at the conference room table. The overhead lights are buzzing slightly and the table’s wood is heavily lacquered, almost plastic feeling. The man’s lips are wet and full, with a patchy gray beard and short white hair. His skin is sallow and wrinkled, and he’s at least seventy years old, probably older. His name is John Poplar and he’s been practicing law forever. I’m pretty sure he helped found America, the guy’s so damn old. He clings to a glass of water with a shaky hand and his eyes are squinting at me.

  “Pretty badly,” Reid answers. I sigh, rolling my head back. I’m tired, bored, stiff from the flight, and I want a fucking shower. I had to come straight from the airport to this meeting, because apparently it’s important, but my god, is it boring.

  I just want to keep thinking about Teagan. I sent her that dildo, and I planned on making her late for work while she loosened herself up for me, but that plan got wrecked by her son. I should have thought about that. He doesn’t factor into my plans at all, but I know I need to start including him.

  Felix is a huge part of Teagan’s life. I mean, he’s basically her whole life
. And he very well might be my fucking son. So it only makes sense if I start including him in whatever I’m thinking, at least just to plan for where he’ll be. Fortunately, Teagan has that nanny, so there’s almost always a babysitter to watch Felix, but still. I can’t just send her dirty things to her house, I’ll have to be more careful about it.

  “Declan?”

  I snap back into the room. “Yes?”

  “John just asked you a question.” Reid gives me a look.

  “Sorry. What was it?”

  John clears his throat. “I said, are you as willing as your partner is to spend money on this?”

  I glance at Reid but his face is a mask. “Maybe,” I say. Honestly, I’d rather we ended this thing right here and now so that I don’t have any more work issues standing in the way of my being with Teagan, but I know that’s selfish. This is Reid’s thing, after all.

  “Truth is,” John says, as if I hadn’t spoken, “this is going to be expensive. We have a decent case, but so do they. We’re going to have to bury them in paperwork, since they’re understaffed. We have to force them to make a deal.”

  “Why do we need a deal?” Reid asks. “This is insane. This is our property.”

  John sighs. “If it goes to court, we’ll lose.”

  Reid looks pissed and I don’t blame him. He hasn’t had a lot of leeway to take on pet projects in these last few years, and I suspect he’s taking this one really seriously. But at every turn he’s been thwarted, and I bet he’s pretty fucking sick of it. Honestly, it’s making him look bad, and I am starting to question his competency a little bit.

  “Think about how the public is going to see this.” A woman at the end of the table speaks up. I think her name is Carrie. “Just from a PR perspective, this deal is a nightmare.”

  Reid sighs. “How?” he asks.

  “We’re the big bad developer that’s trying to destroy nature.” She shrugs a little bit. “Even if it’s just some crappy lot in the middle of the city, that’s still the narrative. It’s going to be bad for our image.”

  Reid groans. “Our image,” he says. “It’s already garbage. We’re a property developer, that’s all we do. Our image is tied to how well our properties do, and this one is going to do great.”