Single Dad’s Plaything: A Single Dad First Time Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  He was pulled over. The police officers seized him by the arm and dragged him out of the road, but Vincent wouldn’t go without a fight. He struggled and fought his way out. He pulled his arms away and glared at them, his eyes turned black and his fangs came out. In shared panic, they stepped back and pulled their guns out. They pointed them at him.

  “Don’t move!” one of the police officers ordered.

  Vincent did just as what he was told. He recognized the gun and what it could do. He was here for a very important mission, and he wouldn’t just let these culprits ruin it. His kind and the human kind were under the threat of the dark shadows so he thought they should play on the same side. They fought the same battle, but only him understood its depth.

  “Put your hands at the back of your head. Now!”

  He sighed. “What did I put myself into?” he whispered under his breath as he slowly raised his arms up that made the police officers step back. He paused and looked at them plainly before resting his hands on the back of his head.

  “Get down.”

  He looked at them with a puzzled look on his face. He couldn’t understand why he needed to kneel down when he’d already shown his cooperation to get things done quickly.

  “I said get down, you faggot!” the police officer said, completely losing himself, though deep inside him he was frightened of Vincent.

  He rolled his eyes and brought his knees to the ground. The police officers rushed toward him and pushed him down, pinning him against the hot asphalted ground. The other police officer handcuffed him brutally as he was elbowed and punched on the back, head, and neck.

  “Get out of the way!” one of the motorists in front shouted, beeping his horn at them.

  “Shut up, you freak! We’re doing our job for your ass’ sake, so be patient, you stupid piece of crap.” The police officer, the fattest among the two, spat on the ground as he glared at the motorist. His cholesterol melted through his skin and he was soaking wet with his own sweat like a pig. Actually, he really looked like a pig.

  “Let’s go. We’re causing too much traffic here,” the other police officer said.

  Vincent kept quiet and suppressed his temper. Taking things too personally would jeopardize his mission and risk his whole pack and prove himself a complete failure. What he needed to do now was to learn how to act like a normal human. But by the looks of it, it might take him longer than he’d hoped.

  They pulled and dragged him to the patrol car, throwing him inside without any care. Sitting in a nice and comfortable vehicle was way better than standing on the road under the heat of the sun. At least now, he could be fed with a decent meal and drink clean water.

  ***

  Vincent sat quietly, observing his surroundings. His eyes rolled left to the right, taking notes of how humans do things. He was tied to the chair with a thick rope, his hands were still handcuffed, and his feet were also tied up. He looked like a wild boar, ready to be grilled any moment now.

  And such indecent handling of a criminal caught the eyes of Samantha, a university student at Harvard. She was pursuing a degree in human rights and the way this police department handled things did not impress her. Not at all. She stood up and headed to the fat police officer handling the case.

  As she got closer, Vincent turned his eyes to her and a sense of an unexplainable feeling of delight overwhelmed him. His heartbeat raced out of his ribcage, disallowing him to breathe with ease. His skin hair stood up. He suddenly felt cold and his face turned red tomato. He was blushing as Samantha got even closer and stood before him. He stooped down and kept his eyes on the floor, playing with his fingers like a little boy.

  “Is it really necessary to tie him up? I mean, look at him, he doesn’t even struggle to escape. You should untie him and put him in the cell instead, rather than tying him up like an animal. This is against human rights and you could be charged for it,” she said bravely.

  The police officer smirked. “Hey, little girl, don’t tell me what to do, okay. You’ve got no idea what kind of person that man is, so get out of it. Go and get your homework done.”

  Samantha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe how this police department could be so cruel and rude! Her face turned red in anger.

  “Where’s the head of the department? I need to speak to him. This can’t go on forever.”

  “What can’t go on forever?” A familiar voice cut in from behind that made her turn around.

  A sense of relief calmed her down. “Oh, thank goodness you came, Anna. I would’ve gone berserk.”

  The fat police officer stood up and greeted Anna, bowing his head slightly. She was her mentor, the one teaching him how things were done in this department. “Welcome back, Chief.”

  Anna smiled back at him and brought her attention to Samantha.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “Your department needs a serious briefing on how to treat people nicely, regardless of their criminal background,” she said within a couple of seconds.

  Anna could barely follow what her little sister had said. “Ha?” She thought Samantha was talking some nonsense again. “We treat everyone nicely.”

  “Oh, really? What about that?” She directed her eyes toward Vincent. He was motionless and his face looked as though he’d been emotionally abused. His eyes were red and his cheeks were deep and hollow. He was fairly skinny.

  Anna was moved beyond measure. She felt ashamed and a feeling of anger stirred inside her. Her face grimaced and she suddenly felt indignant. Things should not be handled in this cruel manner, especially not in her department.

  “Robert, why is he tied up?” she asked in an imperious way, sending shivers up his spine.

  “He’s very rabid, chief. He’s like a fucked-up dog. He tried to bite us and he is quite strong for his size. I think he’s out of his mind,” he explained, trembling as sweat dripped down his forehead. He had a high regard for her because of the bravery she’d shown, risking her life for the service.

  Samantha’s anger had slowly faded as things were explained. She looked at Vincent from head to toe, trying to read his mind. But he was a hard shell to break. His limited action and lack of speech did not give her so much information as to give her a clue of what kind of man he was. Vincent turned his head to her and their eyes locked. Quickly, she looked away and focused her attention on other things. Her heartbeat skipped and her pulse throbbed rapidly.

  “Untie him,” Anna said at once as she made her way to her office. Her little sister tailed her, keeping her eyes away from Vincent.

  Robert’s face looked astonished. “But chief, he’s not on his right mind. He might attack and bite me again.”

  “You’ll do just fine.” Her words faded as they turned to the hallway.

  It had been a month since that incident happened and she had recovered well enough to be back at work again. She cut down her hair to her shoulder’s level and dyed it brown. She used to have a blonde hair, but because of that incident, she decided to dye it dark – an accurate mirror of what she felt inside her. Her bruises were gone and her wounds had left scars, the signature of her legacy.

  Samantha’s sudden words interrupted her train of thoughts.

  “Did you feel something weird with that guy?”

  Anna looked at her with a puzzled look on her face. “Ha?”

  “That guy seems to be hiding something. He’s kind of intriguing to investigate…”

  “Goodness gracious me! Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for Robert? Hey, he’s got a girlfriend and a kid. Find someone else,” she said, stunned at her little sister’s confession. Never in her wildest thought that Samantha would fall for such a man.

  Her face turned dull. “What? Are you for real?” She took a deep breath and fanned herself with her hand. “It’s really hot in here. You guys need to upgrade your air-conditioning.”

  Anna unlocked the door and pushed it open. “We don’t have enough
budget for such luxury.”

  “Anyways, it’s not that fat guy I’m talking about; I’m referring to that guy tied up on the stool.”

  She turned on the lights and headed to her table. “Right. What about him?”

  “He doesn’t seem very adept at how a normal person acts, which makes me feel like he’s from another planet or something. He doesn’t talk and acts like a little kid. I think he’s from another country.” She paused and organized her thoughts. “Maybe he’s a refugee or a victim of human trafficking? If this is the case, we’ve got ourselves in a very serious situation. We need to track down where he’s come from.”

  Anna giggled quietly as she suppressed her laughter. She didn’t want to make her feel as though she was making fun of her. “Very well,” she said, not knowing what to make out of what Samantha had said.

  “We have to dig into this case, Anna. I’ll help out.”

  “Sure.” She glanced at her wristwatch and looked at her little sister. “Home time.”

  “Already?” She took a closer look at her phone’s screen. “Can I stay a little longer? I really have to do my homework and it’s a long research and I need your help.”

  “Nope. I’ve got a lot of things to do. I need a quality time on my own. Before you leave, mom says go and buy some milk and a loaf of bread at the grocery shop. It’s just across the road.”

  Samantha sighed and rolled her eyes. She didn’t bother arguing with her because it was just a waste of time. When Anna said something, she meant every word of it and she wouldn’t take it back whatsoever. She made her exit and slammed the door shut.

  Anna was all alone and that same nightmare that haunted her down brought itself to her remembrance. She grabbed hold of the photo frame and stared at it for a wee while. Tears welled up in her eyes. A cute little boy of around three years old was smiling, his cheeks were pink and he had emerald green eyes just like hers.

  “Mommy misses you a lot, David. I’m sorry, my son. I’m sorry!” she cried out.

  Chapter Four

  Under the Moonlight

  “Fill me up, Lucas, I want to feel you inside me,” Theresa furred on Lucas like an itchy cat, her claws dug into his back as he shoved his manhood inside her. She gasped for air every time he thrust forward. Her generous breasts jiggled in the rhythm of his movement.

  Lucas spread her legs wider and pushed his dick inside her even deeper this time. His masculine chest rubbed against her breasts. Her legs were on top of his and her arms were wrapped around his back. She kept gasping for air every time he thrust forward. Her pussy must have stretched out so wide that his fist could slide in and out of it. Sweat soaked their bodies. Their warmth was enough to keep them from the chill of the night.

  As their lips intertwined, the dark clouds slowly silhouetted the sky and covered the bright round moon. The stars twinkled like unreachable diamonds. The song of the nighttime singers (katydids) gave rhythm to the night and kept Theresa’s moaning hidden. Nocturnal creatures had gone out to fetch food. The rest of the pack were on their holes, taking a nap from such a stressful day. Keeping the forest safe from the dark shadow’s presence was never an easy job. They had to patrol to every corner around the territory to make sure neither a dark shadow nor an outcast would dare to trespass.

  Theresa couldn’t control herself and sucked on his lips. Sucking dick was her most favorite, but she had a fetish for lips biting until the blood oozed out. Lucas pulled his head away and licked his lips to get rid of the blood. Leaning forward, he swept his tongue across her neck, nibbling on her ear and biting it gently. She gasped for air again. Feeling his tongue on her neck tickled her, causing her to tingle. His natural manly scent was driving her up the wall. She sucked on his shoulder and massaged his back in a passionate way, expressing her gratitude for such pleasure he was imparting on her. No one could do it better than him. The guys she’d slept with was good at making her cum as if there was a fountain in her pussy, but Lucas had that extra cherry on top that he made him distinctive among the rest.

  The tall grass that served as their mattress tickled her as their thorns pricked her on the side, adding to that unexplainable sensation. She pulled his hair and kneaded it when she felt his train of teeth biting on her nipples. His saliva wet her tits as though he’d gone mad like a rabid dog, munching on her cherry’s pudding. She moaned, releasing such crying sound of pleasure.

  Lucas cupped her tits and massaged them in his hands, kneading them like dough. His rough big hands were enough to occupy every inch of her large breasts. Massaging her tits served as a stress reliever and he couldn’t get enough of them; they were so soft and firm that he wanted to choke them until they burst out and the flesh scattered all over the place. The idea made him grin creepily as he gazed into her eyes.

  Theresa felt crept out at his patronizing gaze, but she ignored it and chose to enjoy the pain. The force he was exerting on her breasts were causing so much pain, but because he was inside her she couldn’t do anything but surrender herself to his will; after all, he was the alpha male of the pack and he could do whatever he wished. He stopped kneading her breasts. He rose, pulling his dick out of her hole as he replaced it with his fingers. His index and middle fingers found their way into her pussy and he began fingering her as the fluid started to ooze out and drip.

  She spread her legs even wider and massaged her tits as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She kept tingling like a worm, her mouth was slightly open and her lips quivered at the sensation. She was biting her lower lip and pinching her nipples when Lucas accelerated and fingered her pussy as though it was some kind of video game where he could just fidget on the controller and press the buttons as hard and fast as he could.

  Theresa opened her eyes and gasped for air. She couldn’t breathe. Lost for words, she gripped the grass on both of her sides and pulled it tight as she felt herself busting out, her eyes kept rolling at the back of her head as if she was being exorcised. Unable to control herself, she pulled her hair and bit her lips as she let out an agonizing, but a pleasurable sound of moaning.

  “I’m… I’m coming,” she said, screaming at the top of her voice.

  Her loud voice echoed across the forest, making the nocturnal birds fly out of their nests. Lucas looked around to make sure no one was watching. What he hated the most were those nosy people who stuck their nose on his private matters, especially when he was mating. His sex drive and confidence was not at their proper function when he knew someone was watching. It really ruined the moon and if he didn’t get to withdraw his seeds, he would be pissed off the next day or two, and no one liked that. It was an unpleasant scenery for all.

  Out of nowhere, a fountain of white fluid squirted out of her pussy. It was so generous that it landed on his face. He licked the residue on his lips and savored the flavor. Its taste resembled a whip cream and that happened to be one his favorite junk food, something he’d once tasted back when he first visited the outside world.

  He dropped his head on her pussy and licked it clean, making sure not a single drop was wasted. He spread her legs and sucked on her pussy like an infant suckling on his mother’s breast. His tongue wiped her temple. He gently bit the tongue of her pussy. His dick was so hard that it ached. His balls swirled around in his ball’s socket. He wanted to pound her so hard that she would cum for the second time so that he could lick her pussy again.

  Theresa thought she was going mad. She pulled his hair and tried to lift him up and shift his lips from her pussy to her mouth, but he was too stubborn to leave her pussy alone. His warm mouth and soft lips were so tender that she wanted to bite them and sucked the blood out of them.

  Could no longer restrain himself, Lucas went on top of her and slid his dick back inside her wet pussy. There wasn’t a need for a hand to slide it in because it was so hard that it slid right into her hole straight away. His manhood erected at nine inches with a circumference of around twelve-centimeter.

  She wrapped her arms around him and
shared his warmth. He was so hot that his body’s heat steamed into the air. His masculine ass tensed as he thrust in and out of her. His broad shoulders and toned back tightened as his muscles stretched out. Sex was the best work-out there was and he loved it so much so that he worked out every single night with different ladies.

  He felt himself pissing but kept it to himself. He kept pounding her and in every second his speed increased up, taking her to a different dimension where she could barely breathe and take a moment to remember her name. His sweat dripped down onto her. He laid on her as his cum spurted. She felt the warm liquid inside. Without warning, she pushed him back to the ground and they exchanged position. She was now on top of him. She rose up and ringed his dick with both of her hands and stroked it; the cum burst out, making him moan like a little girl. He looked so demure and she liked it; his stern outward look was absent and only the inner look surfaced to his face.

  She licked his dick like a lollipop, slurping his cum like a melting ice cream on a cone. It tasted divine. Looking at his dick scared the hell out of her, which made her wonder how could such a massive thing fit inside her tiny hole? She brushed the thought away and instead relished this rare opportunity to mate with an alpha male. Though she was fond of him, she never wanted to be bred and bear him a child, or anyone’s child in this matter. She preferred to stay single and free from such duty as looking after kids – after all, she was one of the best warriors in the pack, stronger than any of the males.

  After she’d licked him clean, she laid on his biceps and brought her gaze up to the dark sky. The stars glowed even brighter this time and the cloud had finally unveiled the moon. They stared at the sky, watching the stars sparkled, thinking of what tomorrow would bring as the days ticked by quicker than they had anticipated.

  None of them spoke a word at first, but Theresa couldn’t help but acquire what was keeping him agitated. It was obvious on the wrinkles on his face. “What’s the matter?”