President Daddy: A Dark Daddy Romance

by Hamel, B. B.

  I suck him faster, deeper. I push him deeper, letting him gag me, letting him pull my hair.

  And when he comes, I take every drop. I swallow every little bit as he groans.

  I love it. I love his taste, I love getting him off.

  “Shit, Maggie,” he pants. I sit back, smiling, before helping him get dressed again.

  When I’m done, he grabs me and pulls me into his lap. “You’re too good to me,” he whispers.

  “I don’t know,” I say. “I don’t feel that good.”

  “Trust me. You are.” He looks at me, frowning. “I’m your Daddy. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

  “I know, it’s just. Should we be taking this risk?”

  He frowns. “It’s a good risk.”

  “It’s a bad risk. There’s so much as stake, and we’re just two people.”

  “The country won’t collapse if it finds out that a single man is seeing a woman.”

  “It might if it finds out that she’s half your age and works for you.”

  He sighs. “I understand what you’re saying, Maggie. This is just the only thing right now that doesn’t drive me insane. I don’t want to give that up.”

  “I know.” I kiss him softly. “I don’t either.”

  “I shouldn’t have to give it up. I’m still a man, after all.”

  “I know you are.” I smirk and kiss him again.

  He sighs. “Fucking hell. This country. Sometimes I think they don’t want to be helped.”

  “They don’t. But we’ll do it anyway because it’s the right thing to do.”

  “That’s right,” he says.

  We kiss again and I cuddle up against his chest. I know I can’t stay forever, but right now, this is good enough.

  14

  Adam

  Mason Oak crosses his arms and sighs. His dark brown eyes look troubled.

  “The press isn’t letting this one go,” he says softly.

  “What do you mean, the press?”

  “Linda Torres.”

  “Ignore her.” I wave it away.

  Mason is my press secretary. It’s his job to clean up my messes, to deal with reporters. It’s his job to deal with annoying bloodhounds like Linda.

  “Still, sir. It’s not that simple.”

  “What about healthcare?”

  “We’re getting plenty of questions on that as well,” he says. “I was thinking you should do some speeches on it. Start getting people interested.”

  “I can do that,” I agree.

  “And the Torres issue—”

  “Bury it,” I say fiercely.

  “Sir,” he says, glancing at Charles before looking back at me. “Can I speak plainly?”

  “Speak your mind, son,” Charles snaps.

  I nod and Mason takes a breath.

  “Sir, is it true? What she’s saying?”

  I narrow my eyes. “Why the fuck does that matter?”

  “I need to know so I can figure out what my strategy is going to be. Sir, you know I’m loyal. I don’t care if you’re seeing someone, no matter how old she is.”

  I take a breath and glance at Charles. He nods slightly at me, his eyes hard.

  “Yes, it’s true,” I say.

  Mason doesn’t react. “Okay then. So what she’s saying has some base to it.”

  “Yes,” I agree. “I believe she has a source close to me.”

  Charles scowls and Mason looks surprised.

  “Close, sir?”

  “That’s all I’ll say. Charles is working to take care of it. Isn’t that right, Charles?”

  “Yes,” he grunts, but doesn’t elaborate. So far, he hasn’t been able to determine which of my Secret Service agents is a mole.

  We’ve been slowly reassigning them, one at a time, but it’s difficult. If I get rid of them all at once, the press will go crazy speculating on it. Linda Torres will grab onto that as proof of what she’s saying.

  But I can’t just do nothing. Keeping these agents around me is going to be very, very bad if I keep seeing Maggie.

  “Very good, sir. I’ll keep that from Torres for now.”

  “Thank you,” I say.

  “As for healthcare, I’ll work on some messaging and have it on your desk in a few hours.”

  “Thank you, Mason.”

  He nods and leaves my office. Charles sighs and comes around to sit down on the couch.

  “I told you, Torres is going to be a problem.”

  “She wouldn’t be if you found that leak.”

  He glares at me. “It’s not so easy, getting in with these Secret Service guys. They protect each other.”

  “Even if they have a mole?”

  “They’re good soldiers,” he grunts.

  “I guess you respect that, then.”

  “Yes, I do,” he snaps. “There’s nothing wrong with respecting discipline and loyalty.”

  “Their loyalty should be to me, not each other,” I remind him.

  He glares but doesn’t elaborate.

  I sigh and glance at my desk. For a second, I’m tempted to take out the panties that are sitting at the bottom of my lower drawer, but I don’t. Maybe later, maybe when I’m alone.

  “We need to talk about Pakistan,” Charles says. “France wants to send more troops. They’re pissed about what happened.”

  I sigh. “They’re always pissed.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I think they’re serious this time.”

  “Who do I need to talk to, then? We can’t have this escalate.”

  “I think you need to go in person, sir.”

  I hesitate a second. “In person,” I echo. “I don’t know about that.”

  “It would only be for a few days. Talk the French President down from this stupid mission, remind him what we’re trying to do globally.”

  “And offer to drone strike the fuck out of those terrorist assholes?”

  Charles grins. “Yep. Pretty much.”

  I sigh, glancing at the window. I can’t have this Pakistan thing escalate, not now, not while I’m trying to work healthcare through.

  “Fine,” I say, although I don’t want to go.

  The idea of not seeing Maggie for a few days feels far too daunting. Even if it is the safest thing.

  “Good. I’ll arrange it. We’ll leave tomorrow.”

  I nod again. “Anything else?”

  “No, sir. I’ll leave you to it.”

  “Good.”

  He stands and nods before leaving my office.

  I sigh and lean back in my chair. I stare out the window, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.

  Stupidly, I pick up my phone. Stupidly, I dial Maggie’s number.

  It rings. I shouldn’t be doing this, not in the middle of the day. But this is my executive line. It’s perfectly private and checked all the time for bugs. The Secret Service agents aren’t in the room, since we’re making them stand guard outside these days until we find the mole.

  She picks up after four rings. “Hello?”

  “Hello, Maggie.”

  Short pause. “Adam,” she whispers.

  “Listen, I can’t talk long. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

  “How are you?”

  “Stressed, angry, annoyed. So fine, really.”

  She laughs at that. “I’d come see you, if you wanted.”

  “We can’t,” I say, even though I hate it. “But soon.”

  “Good. I miss you.”

  I bite my lip. “I’m going to France for a few days.”

  “Really?” she sounds surprised.

  “The French want to do something stupid and I need to talk them out of it.”

  She sighs. “Okay. I’m sorry you have to go all the way out there for that.”

  “Me too. But it shouldn’t be too bad. Their President listens to me… sometimes.”

  She laughs again. “I’m sure you’ll get him under control.”

  “I didn’t want to leave before hearing your voice again,” I s
ay.

  “I’m glad you called.”

  “And listen… if anyone approaches you. Any reporter at all. Just ignore them, okay?”

  She hesitates. “I can do that.”

  “Good. Mason knows about us, and he’s dealing with it.”

  She hesitates again. “Is that smart, telling someone else?”

  “I trust him,” I say. “He’s my guy.”

  “Okay, and I trust you.”

  “Good.” I bite my lip. “I still have your panties in my desk drawer. Maybe I’ll bring them with me during this trip.”

  “Good. Think about me.”

  “I will. How it felt to have my cock buried between your legs.”

  “Why, Mr. President. That’s very filthy.”

  “I know, and I think you like it. In fact, I bet your current panties are dripping wet already, just begging to come off.”

  “I bet you’re right.”

  I stifle a groan. I want her so badly, it almost hurts.

  But self-control. I have to be strong.

  “I’ll see you soon,” I say before I let myself go further.

  “See you. Good luck, Daddy.”

  I hang up the phone. I sit back and sigh.

  “Fucking hell,” I whisper to myself.

  Two days without her is going to feel like an eternity.

  I don’t know how I got myself in this position, but there’s no turning back now.

  15

  Maggie

  It’s weird watching the guy you’re sleeping with on television.

  Adam almost doesn’t look like himself. He’s always composed, always stern. His face is hard as he looks out at the crowds and shakes the hand of the French President.

  It’s hard to square the handsome, serious man giving speeches on TV with the man that fucks me and spanks me.

  Which isn’t such a bad problem to have.

  Although I feel like a stalker, watching CNN all the time, watching for any glimpse of the President. I don’t know what we are to each other, since we’re not technically dating or anything like that.

  Still, he’s my Daddy. I get excited to see him, like we have this little secret between us.

  Well, huge secret. And not just between us, but now between a bunch of people.

  That worries me. I haven’t told a soul, but Adam’s told a few people now. And our meetings have leaked a few times to the press. I know he’s actively trying to fix that, but still.

  Linda Torres calls me three times while Adam is overseas. I’m guessing she thinks I’m not protected when he’s not in the States. The first time she calls, she actually sounds pleasant.

  “Hi, sweetie, is this Maggie?”

  “Hello, yes, this is her.” I’m sitting at my desk, frowning at my computer screen, only half listening. “Can I help you with something?”

  “Yes, this is Linda Torres, calling to ask some questions.”

  I hung up on her right away. The next two calls, she dropped the whole nice-girl act and tried to bully me into speaking.

  “I know everything, Maggie, and I can help you,” she said the last time she called.

  “There’s nothing to know,” I said, and hung up again.

  I can’t act like I’m not worried. On my way home, I keep looking around like I’m being followed. I know I’m not, Linda Torres is just a reporter, but still. I feel like a secret agent with a blown cover.

  If I feel like this, I can only imagine what Adam must feel like. On the night of the second day, I get home and put on the TV, tuning in to CNN. They play some stock footage of the President, some stuff from earlier in the day, but nothing new.

  “Probably flying home,” I say to myself. I make dinner, eat at the table, do some work on my laptop, and get ready for bed around nine. Since Adam hasn’t been in the office, I’ve been going to bed early, trying to catch up on sleep.

  Just before I can turn in, there’s a knock at my door. I hesitate, surprised. I’m not expecting anyone, but maybe it’s my neighbor. She’s always losing her key, and she left one with me just in case.

  I head to my door. “Janine, seriously, you gotta—”

  I stop short as I pull my door open. Adam’s standing there, grinning at me.

  “Surprise.”

  “Shit.” I blink and stare.

  His grin gets bigger. “Shit? That’s all you have to say to me?”

  I throw myself at him. I throw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. He laughs, hugging me back.

  “Okay, okay, it’s only been two days,” he says to me.

  I hug him close. I can see figures lingering in the hall behind him, I guess his security. Once I pull away, he tugs me into my apartment and quietly shuts the door behind me.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask him.

  He shrugs, taking off his coat and draping it over the back of a chair. “I just got back from France and didn’t feel like waiting.”

  “Linda Torres has been calling me. Three times, actually.”

  He sighs. “I figured that would happen.”

  “I told her to fuck off.”

  He goes still. “You didn’t actually…?”

  I grin at him. “No, I just hung up. I didn’t actually say that.”

  He sighs. “Okay, great.”

  “I’m not an idiot, you know.”

  “I know, I know. We’re just all under pressure.”

  “But my point is, are you sure you should be here? I mean, she could have someone watching my apartment, just in case.”

  He shakes his head. “I definitely should not be here,” he says, coming toward me. He’s loosening his tie, sliding it off. “I should stay far away from here.”

  “But here you are.”

  “Here I am.” He stops in front of me, staring down into my eyes. “Show me your bedroom.”

  “Adam, really—”

  “Maggie,” he says over me, looking stern. “Show me your bedroom.”

  I hesitate, sigh, and turn around. I lead him down a short hall and we step into my room together.

  It’s on the small side, with a single queen bed, a dresser, two night stands, and a closet. It’s nothing special, just your standard apartment bedroom.

  He pulls me against him as soon as we’re in my room, and I realize he’s not there to see my space.

  Excitement runs through me.

  He grabs my wrists behind my back. I can feel him wrap his tie around them, pulling it into a loose knot. He kisses me and tightens the knot, binding my hands together.

  I gasp and groan. “Shit, Daddy,” I say. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting what I need.”

  He pushes me down not the bed, ass in the air. He tugs down my pajama pants and slides my panties off. My pussy’s in the air for him as he admires me, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

  “Beautiful,” he says. “I dreamed about this pussy every night in France.”

  “I was watching you,” I say to him.

  He raises an eyebrow, finishes unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off, drops it on the floor.

  “Were you?”

  “On TV. It’s weird, seeing you acting all…”

  “Presidential?”

  I nod a little. “Exactly.”

  He kneels down behind me. “It’s not Presidential when I tease you?” he asks me.

  “Not at all.”

  “I think it is.” He grabs my ass, spreads it wide. “Look at you. Perfect, pristine. Begging for me.”

  I bite my lip. “There’s nothing Presidential about this, Daddy.”

  “You’re right. There isn’t.” He licks me, top to bottom, tongue exploring my pussy, flicking up and back along my clit.

  I groan, roll my hips, getting them up in the air. His tongue slides inside and back out. It feels so fucking good, exploring every inch of my exposed pussy.

  My hands tied behind my back just make this that much more intense. I test my bonds, pushing them a little bit, but they’re tight and firm. I�
�m not going anywhere.

  Not that I’d want to. I’ve been dreaming about my Daddy coming home for two days now.

  And this is even better than my wildest dreams.

  He slaps my ass, nice and hard. I groan, gasping in a high-pitched moan. He slaps me again, spanking my bare ass, before teasing my clit with his fingers and pulling my hair.

  “You’re all mine, Maggie,” he says. “Tied up like this, vulnerable to whatever I want. You’re mine, every inch of your skin.”

  I groan and wiggle my ass as his fingers slide deep inside my pussy. Pleasure rocks through my body and I can’t stop the moans that come spilling from my lips.

  I need this so badly. Every second I spent staring at him on TV was another second closer to needing him even more. Even his image drives me fucking wild.

  Having him here, though, in the flesh, it’s perfection.

  He steps back and I watch as he takes off his pants. It’s so fucking sexy, being tied up, my pussy soaking wet and up in the air, just waiting for him.

  I stare at the bulge in his boxer briefs. He slowly takes them off, taking his massive cock in one hand and stroking himself.

  “Look how hard you make me,” he says. “Look at this fucking cock. You drive me wild.”

  “I love that cock, Daddy,” I say, wiggling my hips for him. “I love every single inch of it.”

  “I know you do, dirty girl.” He steps closer, slaps my ass. I groan as he grabs my hips and pulls me against him.

  I can feel his cock teasing me, pressing against my pussy. I need it so badly. I push myself back, open my legs, and I feel him slide inside.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “So fucking tight and warm. Do you see what you do to me, Maggie?”

  “Slap my ass, Daddy,” I moan.

  He spanks me hard and starts to fuck me, pumping his cock in and out, nice and slow at first. The pain from his hand on my bare ass stings and mingles with the intense pleasure of his cock pushing deeper and deeper.

  I love having him inside of me. He pulls my hair, one hand wrapped around it, the other grabbing the tie between my wrists. He pulls me tight against him as he fucks me, my ass slapping against him.

  I work my back, moaning, sweat already starting to form on my skin. I love working for my Daddy, love having him push my boundaries. He growls and spanks me again as I look over my shoulder at him.