Possessive Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Then there was Nate. The way he had reacted, so swiftly and seriously, was both terrifying and incredible. I couldn’t believe that he was able to take out those two guys when he had only a knife. Without him, I had no clue where I would be, probably tied to the bottom of a boat on my way to sex traffickers or something equally horrifying.

  What had those men wanted? Did they just want to rob us? We didn’t have anything worth taking, as far as I knew. I couldn’t fathom what had happened because it felt too fake, too surreal.

  The rain began to slowly stop and Nate gave me a look.

  “Come on,” he said, “we need to get you home.”

  I followed him in a daze as he tied the boat off to the dock. Normally I would have helped, but it was like my body didn’t want to respond to the commands of my mind. I stood there on the dock watching him, wrapped in a blanket he had found below deck for me, staring vacantly out into space.

  “We’re okay,” he whispered in my ear as he wrapped his arm around me and steered me away from the boat and toward the house. “We’re going to be okay.”

  “The police,” I said suddenly. “We have to call the police.”

  “No cops,” he growled. “I killed those men. I can’t risk getting the cops involved.”

  “But you defended us.”

  “Yeah, you’re right, but trust me on this.”

  I stayed silent. Nate was right. We couldn’t involve the police. He had taken care of me so far, and he would continue to do so.

  I found myself trusting him more than I thought possible. Where he was a crude and rude asshole before, suddenly he was the man that risked his life to keep us both safe.

  As we moved back toward the house, walking down the path, he kept whispering comforting things in my ear. He kept telling me that we were safe, that nobody was going to come for us, but it was like his words just slipped from my mind as soon as he said them.

  I could barely concentrate. I could only see the man’s face, the knife in his neck.

  Finally, we made it back to the house. Nate pushed open the back doors and ushered me inside.

  “Hello?” he yelled out. Silence greeted us. “Good,” he mumbled, “the assholes aren’t home.”

  “Where’s my dad?” I asked him.

  “Business deal or some shit, probably. Don’t worry.” He led me upstairs toward our bathroom. I didn’t bother trying to resist. I didn’t think I could even if I wanted to.

  He pushed open the bathroom door and started the shower. The room quickly filled with steam.

  “You’re shaking,” he said softly. “Get in and take a nice hot shower.”

  “Okay,” I said automatically. I stripped my shirt off, not caring that he was standing right there. He stared at me for a second until I reached back to untie my bikini top. He quickly turned around. I barely registered that uncharacteristic action.

  I undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cover me. It felt good. I hadn’t even realized how freezing I really was, but he must have noticed. Immediately I began to feel better as warmth came back into my cold and stiff limbs.

  “You need to eat something,” Nate said.

  “Okay,” I replied.

  “Come downstairs when you’re done.”

  “Wait,” I said quickly without thinking about it. “Stay in here with me."

  He was silent for a second. “Okay, babe. Whatever you want.”

  I stood there and let the water run down my body, not caring that Nate was barely a foot away from my soaking wet, naked body. I could barely form a coherent sentence, let alone articulate why it was bad to have him in the bathroom with me while I showered.

  I just kept seeing him, that guy. And Nate’s face, serious and emotionless, like he was taking out the garbage. I knew he was a SEAL and was trained to fight men like them, but seeing it was a totally different thing.

  “You okay in there?” Nate grunted at me.

  “Oh, fine,” I said.

  “You’ve been in there a while.”

  “Really?” I blinked, coming back to myself.

  “Ten minutes, at least.”

  “Sorry. I lost track of time.” I reached forward and turned off the water, and then I opened the shower curtain.

  Nate’s eyes widened as I stood in front of him, naked and dripping. It took me a second to realize what I was doing. Until that moment, everything had been on autopilot, like someone else was running my body and mind. But seeing Nate staring at my body like that made me come back to myself. I yanked the shower curtain back over me.

  “Towel,” I said.

  “You sure?” he said, grinning. “I’d rather keep looking.”

  “Don’t be an asshole.”

  He handed me a towel. “You’ve got an incredible fucking body, you know that?”

  “Thanks,” was all I could think to say.

  “Fuck girl, if this were any other time I’d be making you scream my name right now.”

  I hid behind the curtain as I wrapped the towel around me. “Yeah, well, good thing it isn’t.”

  “Good thing. You okay now? I’m going to make you something to eat.”

  “I’m not hungry.”

  “You have to eat. Trust me, after shit like that, you need to eat something. Helps you process.”

  “Really, I’m fine.”

  “You’re not. Get dressed and come downstairs.” He disappeared out the bathroom door.

  I watched him go for a second, amazed that he had only made one or two dirty comments. I had just stood there completely naked in front of him, and he had walked away. He clearly understood the mental state I was in, although for some stupid reason I was a little disappointed.

  I went into my bedroom and got changed slowly, taking my time. When I was done, I checked my phone. Lydie had called and texted, but I ignored them. I wasn’t ready for that crap.

  From downstairs I could smell something delicious. My stomach growled and I realized I was way hungrier than I had thought.

  I went down the steps and found Nate wearing fresh and dry clothing and standing in the kitchen.

  “What are you making?”

  “Fried chicken.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Sure. I make some damn good fried chicken.”

  I sat down at the island and watched him cook, frying the chicken like he actually knew what he was doing.

  “I thought SEALs were all dumb muscle heads.”

  “Frying chicken doesn’t take much brains.”

  “Maybe, but I’m surprised you know how to cook at all.”

  “Every man needs to know how to cook one or two dishes.”

  “I’m hungrier than I thought.”

  He nodded. “Good. That’s a good sign. Means you’re coming back to yourself.”

  “What happened to me? It was like I couldn’t control myself.”

  “Shock,” he said simply. “You weren’t ready for what happened, so your mind shut down to avoid things getting worse.”

  “It was so strange.”

  “Happens to some guys in battle every once in a while.”

  “Has it ever happened to you?”

  He shook his head. “No, it hasn’t. Guess I’m built for that sort of shit.”

  He walked over and placed a plate of fried chicken down in front of me. “Go ahead, eat.”

  I picked up a piece and took a tentative bite. It was hot, but it was absolutely delicious, the best thing I had ever tasted in my life. Or at least I was hungry enough to think so as I finished off that piece and started on another.

  He watched me, smiling to himself.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You eat like a pig.”

  “Whatever. I get a pass right now.”

  “You do.”

  We ate in silence for a minute, and it felt good to be there with him. Then the memories came back and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

  “How did you know?” I asked him after some silence had pas
sed.

  “Not sure.”

  “You’re not sure?”

  “It’s hard to explain.”

  “Try to explain. I could really use an explanation right about now.”

  “You develop this feeling, this extra sense. It’s an awareness of your surroundings from training and battle and all the danger you’ve been in. Something about that boat and the weather and the situation just screamed ambush.” He paused, biting into his chicken. “I don’t take chances.”

  “What did they want?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t get a chance to ask.”

  “We didn’t have anything worth stealing.”

  “I know that. Maybe they wanted the boat. Maybe they were just looking for anyone stupid enough to be out on the water at that time.”

  “How are there pirates? How is that possible?”

  He was silent for another minute as he chewed. “There are a lot of bad people in this world, Claire. You don’t have to see it most of the time because you’re rich and sheltered.”

  “My dad’s money has nothing to do with this,” I snapped.

  “It does. You don’t have to be down in the shit with everyone else.”

  “And that’s somehow my fault? I’m not a bad person because I was lucky enough to be born where I was.”

  “I didn’t say that. You’re not a bad person. But you haven’t seen the things that I have. Believe me, there are pirates out there, and much worse.”

  I was silent, absorbing that. I was pissed off that he was basically calling me spoiled and naïve, but he did have a point. I really didn’t have to deal with the darkness some other people did.

  “But you did good back there,” he added.

  “I just hid.”

  “Yeah, you just hid. And you didn’t panic. You listened to me. Most people collapse or run into a worse situation because they can’t handle themselves. You did good.”

  “Thanks,” I said, surprised he was complimenting me. I didn’t feel like I had done anything right.

  “One more thing,” he said. “We can’t tell anyone about this.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I killed two men. There’s no proof now that they were pirates except for our word.”

  “The boat? The guns?”

  “Both long gone now.”

  “My dad needs to know. Somebody needs to know that men like that are out there.”

  “People know.”

  “Nate . . .”

  He stood up and came around the island, stopping in front of me. “Listen,” he said softly, his face inches from mine, “you need to do as I say. I’m not trying to scare you, but something was off about that whole thing. For now, please just stay quiet and keep on doing your normal thing.”

  “Am I in danger?”

  He put his hands on my shoulders. I took a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest.

  “No. Not with me around. You’re never in danger.”

  His face was inches away from mine. All of the tension between us suddenly peaked, and I remembered the way he had stared at my naked body. I remembered his hard cock, how big it was, and all of the things he had said to me. I felt the wetness between my legs and knew that I couldn’t stop myself.

  “I’m afraid.”

  “Don’t be.”

  He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hard, and I melted against him. I was powerless, totally and utterly powerless, not because of what had happened, but because I had wanted and needed him since the first time I’d seen him at the bar back in the club.

  I needed his touch again. The fact that he was my stepbrother suddenly disappeared from my mind as he pulled me against his hard body, kissing me deeply. His taste and smell flooded my senses and I needed it.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips hard against him. His strong hands suddenly grabbed my hips and picked me up from my chair. He pressed me against the kitchen wall as his hips pushed into mine. I felt his stiff cock, already hard, pressing against my soaked spot.

  I moaned softly as his lips found my neck.

  “I knew you couldn’t stop yourself,” he grunted. “I knew you’ve been thinking about that night.”

  “I really can’t help myself,” I groaned as his hands roamed my body.

  “I know.”

  Desire and lust lanced through my body as he suddenly slipped his hands down my panties, finding my soaked pussy. I gasped and bit his shoulder, sharp pleasure ringing through my whole core.

  “Damn girl,” he grunted. “You’re soaked. You fucking wanted this bad.”

  “Ah, shit, you’re pretty hard yourself,” I said, my mind a blank of need and want.

  “Damn right I am. You taste fucking perfect. And your little pussy is incredible.”

  His perfect hands began to work my clit just like the night outside the club, but it was far more intense. The days of want and tension were suddenly spilling out between us, and the thickness of our lust was incredibly powerful.

  Suddenly, he pulled his hands back and tore my shirt over my head. He unhooked my bra and threw it onto the floor, his mouth finding my perky nipples. After a second, he stepped back and pulled off his own shirt. I gaped at his hard body, his muscles and abs and tattoos, but he was quickly back against me, kissing my body, his warm skin against my own.

  I could barely control myself. Every touch sent my body into deep shivers of pleasure. I had been imagining what it would be like to have him again for days on end, all day long, and it was better than I could possibly have guessed.

  Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hips, pulled me away from the wall, and lifted me into the air.

  “Nate!” I cried out.

  He laughed, grinning. “I’m taking you now.”

  “Put me down!”

  He ignored me as he carried me upstairs. He went up toward our rooms, ripped open his door, and practically threw me down onto the bed. I gasped at how strong he was. He carried me around and threw me down like I was absolutely nothing. The fact of his strong shoulders and arms sent a chill running through my body, and I wanted him to possess me, because I knew that he could. He could take me and have me whenever he wanted to.

  “You understand now?” he said softly. “You understand how strong I am? You’re just a little thing, and I want to fuck you until you know it.”

  I bit my lip. “Prove it,” I said.

  He slipped his pants down, revealing his thick, hard cock. I gaped at it, seemingly larger than I had remembered.

  “Come here.”

  I crawled across the bed to where he was standing and looked up at him. “You want this in my mouth?” I asked innocently.

  “Deep between those little lips. Suck that cock nice and hard.”

  I took the base and slowly licked his length, looking up at him.

  “Don’t be shy,” he grunted. “Take that cock in your pretty mouth.”

  I slipped his tip between my lips and slowly began to suck him. I tasted salt and musk and more and loved it, especially the way he grunted and pressed my head down. I began to suck him harder and faster, my tongue working his shaft, my other hand jerking him off. It was almost too much for my mouth, and I had to work hard to keep up with him.

  I loved being on all fours in front of him, sucking his thick cock while his hands pressed my head down. I took him as far as I could into my throat, but it was barely halfway down.

  “That’s right, take that dick deep into your throat,” he grunted.

  I pulled back, taking a deep breath, jerking him off with my spit.

  “You like shoving your cock into the back of my throat?”

  “Damn right I do, babe. I only know fast and hard and rough.”

  He pushed me forward suddenly. I landed on my back and his hands were on me, tugging my shorts off. His mouth was suddenly on me, pressing his stubble and tongue against my soaked clit.

  “Oh shit, Nate,” I groaned.

  “You taste fucking perfect,” he sai
d as his tongue lapped at my clit, sucking gently and rolling around its length.

  I gripped the sheets, barely holding myself back. I was practically ready to come right then and there from the pure tension. I loved sucking his cock—it made me soaking wet—and I was on edge already. His tongue and mouth licking and sucking at my soaked clit sent me into long waves of pleasure.

  “I could eat this little pussy all day long. I want to swallow all your fucking juices,” he grunted as he lapped at me.

  Holy fuck is he dirty, I thought to myself, unable to answer. I could only moan and grip the sheets.

  And then it began to peak. I grabbed his head and began to roll my hips, rubbing against his stubble and tongue and mouth. His strong hands grabbed my tits and my hips as his mouth continued to eat me.

  And he suddenly pulled back. I let out a frustrated gasp and he grinned at me.

  “You didn’t ask permission to come,” he grunted.

  “Nate! Please!” I said, practically begging.

  “Come here.” He pulled me over on top of him. “Get down there and suck some more cock. Maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

  Blushing, I kissed down his ripped abs before finding his cock again, slipping it into my mouth. I rolled my lips up and down his length.

  “Ah, fuck yes, babe. I want you to swallow that dick. Take it all.”

  I tried to get every inch but couldn’t. He was just too big and hard, and I wasn’t used to men like him. He grunted and took what he wanted. The guys I’d been with, although we’d never had sex, we still did some stuff. And none of them were as strong and dirty as Nate was. They were all timid and gentle.

  There was nothing gentle about my stepbrother the SEAL. He was all crude and powerful strength. I was a rich girl from a good family, I got good grades, I worked hard, but I’d never experienced wild excitement like I did with Nate.

  His cock in my mouth was practically enough to send me into ecstasy. I reached back and began to rub my own clit, losing myself in the moment. Normally I would have been too embarrassed, but I couldn’t help myself with Nate.

  “That’s right, girl,” he grunted, “rub yourself off for me. I love to watch those hips move.”

  I moaned, his dick deep between my lips as I continued to work up and down his length, sucking him hard.