Pretend for Daddy

by Hamel, B. B.

  “I’ll do it.”

  He looks a little surprised. “You’re sure? I just asked you to do something… huge.”

  I nod once. “I’m sure.”

  He laughs softly. “You must be in a lot of trouble.”

  I stare at him. “If you want me to do this, promise you won’t ask me about why I won’t go home again. Okay?”

  He laughs again and walks toward me. “No, I don’t think so,” he says.

  I take a step back but he doesn’t stop. He walks up to me, hand running back through my hair. His eyes flash and he grips it, taking my hair in his fist. He grabs tight, sending a jolt of pain through my scalp…

  And a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

  “You don’t get to make rules, little Ruby,” he whispers. “If we do this, we do it on my terms and my terms alone. But I can respect your wishes… for now.”

  I stare up at him, heart hammering. “Okay,” I say. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

  “I hoped you might.”

  His lips meet mine again, but this time…

  There’s a hunger in him. He kisses me hard and slow, his tongue sliding against mine, his taste invading my mouth, and god…

  It feels good. It feels so good.

  This is insane. I know it’s insane.

  I’m going to marry this man and have his baby… and then he’s going to pay me…

  But I can’t see how I have any other choice.

  I’m in so much trouble, so, so much trouble.

  If he knew, he’d keep me far, far away.

  But he wants this and god, I want it too.

  Just one baby… just for him.

  Knox, my boss…

  My future husband.

  He kisses me, presses me back against the counter, and I swear my world shifts as pleasure rips all across my skin.

  4

  Knox

  I taste her skin and can barely control myself.

  This morning, I never would’ve pictured anything like this happening. At least, the part where I told her that she’ll be my wife… and give me a baby.

  But as I press her back against the counter and kiss her lips hard, I know this is the right thing. God damn, it’s the best thing I could possibly imagine.

  I let her taste flow through me as I slowly lift her up onto the marble countertop. She wraps her legs around me and I hold her tight against my chest, feeling her soft breasts and curves under my hands. I unbutton her blouse, letting each button pop slowly in my fingers, my heart racing.

  “Are we really doing this?” she asks, her voice a hoarse whisper.

  “We absolutely are,” I whisper back. “Unless you want to stop me.”

  “No,” she groans as I push her blouse off her body.

  I tease her breasts with my palms, kissing her neck. “You don’t have to give me more than your body,” I whisper to her softly. “Just your skin, your taste, your dripping wet cunt.”

  She moans, grabbing onto my hair. “And a baby.”

  I smirk and look at her as I unhook her bra. “And a baby,” I agree.

  She bites her lip, staring into my eyes. “It’s a lot,” she says at last.

  I cock my head. “And yet here you are.”

  I kiss her again, softly this time, lips lingering against hers as I tease her full breasts. Fucking hell, they’re gorgeous, perky and firm. Her pink little nipples are stiff buds under my fingers.

  “I just…” She groans and trails off. “I’m afraid.”

  “Of what?”

  She bites her lip as I grab her hair hard. She gasps and groans. “I don’t want to say,” she says.

  “You don’t have to, but you can’t lie to me.”

  She nods once.

  I kiss her hard, letting my tongue slide into her mouth as I release her hair and unbutton her slacks. She shimmies her hips, helping me slide them over her firm ass and down her legs. I pull them off over her ankles, letting them drop onto the floor.

  I lean back and admire her. I can’t fucking help it. She’s gorgeous. Her auburn hair falls in rivulets down her tight body. Her skin is smooth and pale and her breasts are perfect. She leans back on her hands, staring with me with parted lips…

  And I know I made the right decision.

  I step closer again and grab her hips, sliding my hands back to cup her ass. She moves closer, legs wrapping around me again as I kiss her neck and chest. I tease her nipples with my tongue and lips, making them stiffen between my teeth.

  She writhes under my touch. “Knox,” she whispers.

  “You didn’t expect this to happen, did you?” I growl to her. “You went to sleep on my couch thinking you’d get away with it, and now…”

  “Now I’m in your kitchen. Almost naked.”

  I smile softly. “Maybe we can fix that.”

  “Fix it?”

  I nod and grab the hem of her panties, pulling them down. “You’re almost naked. Let’s get you the rest of the way.”

  She groans as I slide them off her body. I toss them on the floor and there she is, naked and perfect. I spread her legs and reach one hand down between her thighs as the other grips her hair.

  I kiss her lips softly as I finger her soaking wet pussy. She’s dripping down her legs and onto my counter and fucking hell, she’s perfectly soaked, rolling with honey. I tease her, spreading her lips apart and gently brushing a finger against her clit.

  She reacts instantly. I can feel it all through her body. She tightens, stiffens, and kisses me harder. Her hands find my hair, grabbing on tight.

  I tease her more, pushing two fingers deep inside her before pulling back out to roll along her clit. She moves her hips with me, locked in a dance. I can tell her muscles are taut and tense from the pressure of my touch and the way she pants tells me everything I need to know about how good this feels.

  “When I saw you there, nearly naked and half asleep… I knew I had to taste you,” I whisper in her ear. “But now, touching this wet little pussy, I had no clue just what I was getting myself into.”

  “Are you… not sure?” She looks almost hurt.

  I laugh softly. “Oh, no, little Ruby. I’m very sure. You’re just more gorgeous than I ever could’ve imagined.”

  She bites her lip, looking satisfied. I kiss her, fingers plunging deep inside of her while I grip her hair tight.

  I want to dominate her, control her. I want to take her completely and make her know exactly who her man is.

  I want her to owe all her pleasure to me… more pleasure than she’s ever felt before in her life.

  I don’t know where she comes from… but I know I’m going to take her somewhere special.

  I’m going to put a baby in her. But first, I’m going to make it worth her time and energy.

  Mostly because I want to.

  I want to taste her, make her come, make her moan my name.

  I want her to call me fucking Daddy.

  Soon. Not yet, but soon.

  Right now…

  Right now it’s all about her.

  I tease her, sliding my fingers in and out, fucking her tight cunt. She moves her hips, shimmying along with me, panting and groaning. I love the way she gasps, moans, whispers my name. Her eyes are rolled back and her skin is so beautifully flushed red. I can practically feel her heart racing.

  I grab her hair tighter, kissing her breasts as my fingers tease her clit faster. I kiss down her chest, moving down her stomach… pushing her back to lean on her hands again.

  She stares down at me as I spread her legs wide, kissing up along her inner thigh.

  She’s vibrating with anticipation. I glance up at her, a little smile on my lips. Her mouth is hanging open, her eyes wide.

  “Knox…” My name is a curse on her lips.

  Or maybe a prayer.

  I kiss her again before my tongue finds her honeyed spot. I lick her top to bottom, just tasting her perfect juice, drinking her in. I growl my pleasure, unable to help myself. I find her stiff litt
le clit, licking all around it, sucking it into my lips before letting it go.

  She gasps and one hand pushes into my hair. She grips it hard as I hold her hips, hands hooked around her legs.

  I lick her top to bottom and suck her clit for real. She groans and pushes me down tighter. I can feel the tension in her body and I know how badly she wants to let loose.

  I lick and suck her faster, tongue gliding along her length, pushing inside and sliding back out again. I lick up along her clit, sucking and letting my tongue do its job, listening to her moans.

  Tasting her perfect pussy.

  Letting her muscles tense and tighten even more….

  Anticipating what’s coming.

  I’m losing myself in her right now. My cock is so hard it’s threatening to rip right through my suit pants but I keep myself under control. That’s what I need right now, perfect control.

  If I’m going to make her call me Daddy, I’d better show her how I can take care of her first.

  I release her leg with my right hand and slide two fingers deep inside her pussy. She gasps, back arched. I move up and kiss her, letting her taste her pussy on my lips. She reacts with a hunger that almost surprises me.

  But no, I expected it. I know where she is right now.

  Just where I want her to be.

  I go back down between her legs. She’s moaning with wild abandon, her hair flung back, her head tilted up toward the ceiling. Her back is arched and her breasts shake with every shuddering buck. She’s leaned back on one hand while the other pushes my mouth tighter against her clit.

  I fuck her with my fingers faster, rougher. I lick her and suck her clit like I can’t get enough of it.

  Because I can’t.

  She’s gorgeous, the whole length of her, toes to her head. She’s curling her toes and pushing them outward as I keep going, licking and sucking, fingers fucking, pushing her further and further.

  “Oh, god, Knox,” she gasps. “Oh my god. You have to keep going.”

  I growl in response. I’d never stop, not for anything.

  I suck her harder, tongue lapping faster. I fuck her deeper, my thick fingers doing their dirty work. She’s moving her hips now in time with me, her body sweating, a beautiful and perfect sheen in the kitchen light.

  Faster and faster, we’re moving in perfect rhythm. We’re lost in the dance of this, of moving her closer, getting her there, making her finally release all of this pent-up frustration and energy.

  “Fuck,” she gaps. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Knox. Fuck!”

  I know she’s nearly there. I keep going, pushing her, pushing her, fucking her with my fingers, licking her sexy delicious little clit.

  “Oh my god,” she groans.

  Everything tenses. Everything tightens.

  She comes for me in that instant. She comes with her entire body, every muscle contracting and releasing, all her pent-up energy finally bursting free. She throws her head back and screams my name, her fingers digging into my hair.

  I don’t care. I love her taste, love the way she comes with such a fantastic passion. It drives me fucking insane as I keep going, keep fucking her, keep licking her. The orgasm last for seconds, minutes, hours. I swear she comes more than once in deep, shuddering breaths.

  But finally, slowly, she comes down. She leans back on both hands gasping. I give her one last lick, top to bottom, before sliding my fingers back and standing up.

  She’s leaning back on her hands and staring at me, mouth hanging open. She’s sweating and naked and so fucking beautiful I can almost laugh. There’s a halo of light around her and I want to tell her how perfect she looks.

  Instead, I cock my head.

  “Get off my counter,” I say.

  She hesitates, looking confused. But slowly, she slides down.

  Perfect, lean, lithe. Her breasts are perky, her hair long and thick.

  “Get on your knees.”

  She knows what I want. Thinks she does, anyway. She gets down on her knees, expecting to pay the favor back…

  “Open your mouth,” I say.

  She does it.

  I step forward. I take her chin in my palm and slide the fingers that I had inside of her between her lips. She’s surprised for a moment.

  “Clean yourself off me,” I whisper, looking into her eyes, her beautiful eyes.

  Slowly, she sucks my fingers. She does exactly what I want. She licks them sensually, tongue rolling around, sucking all her juice from my skin.

  She finishes, leaning back, and a trail of spit runs from my middle finger to her lip. I lean down and kiss it off, biting her gently before standing back up.

  She stares at me, flushed and breathing hard. I bet she’s dripping onto my floor, ready for more.

  I’m rock hard and barely able to hold back.

  “Get up,” I say. “And get dressed.”

  She hesitates but she follows my commands. I grab my glass of whiskey and drink it while I watch her put her clothes back on. My heart’s racing so hard I can barely think straight, but soon she’s clothed again.

  “That was—” she starts.

  But I stop her. “I know,” I say. “I know just what you liked.”

  She bites her lip. “Do you?”

  “You’re painfully obvious.”

  That annoys her. Clearly, she doesn’t like it that I think I can read her.

  “You don’t know anything,” she says, looking away.

  “Maybe.” I step up and make her look at me again. “But you’re mine now, Ruby. Isn’t that right?”

  She meets my gaze. There’s defiance in her expression.

  I like it.

  “For a little while, at least,” she says.

  I smile and let her go. “Come on. I’ll show you to your room.”

  She follows me upstairs. I have several guest rooms, but I show her to the one right next to mine.

  I open the door and flip on the light. “It’s a little small. But I think it’ll be okay.”

  She steps in, looking around. She lets out a little laugh. “This is twice the size of my own bedroom.”

  I smile as she walks over to the bed and flops down onto it. The room is sparsely decorated with only a desk, a large bed, a dresser, and a single nightstand.

  “Bathroom is there,” I say, nodding at the attached bath. “Closet is there.” I nod at another door next to the bathroom.

  “And what’s that?” she asks, looking at the final, unopened door.

  “Ah, that…” I trail off for a moment. “Well, I’m in the other room.”

  “That door… leads into your bedroom?”

  “That’s right. No secrets between us. If I want to come into your room in the middle of the night and fuck you senseless, that’s what I’m going to do. And you’re not going to complain.”

  She stares at me and I think I see a little fear in her eyes. But slowly she nods.

  “Okay. If that’s part of the deal.”

  “Good girl.” I walk over to her and lean down. I kiss her gently. “You’re going to be perfect, aren’t you?”

  “I don’t know,” she says. “But I hope…”

  “What?”

  “I hope they don’t find me.”

  I stare into her eyes. And I realize that the fear I noticed isn’t directed at me.

  It’s directed at whoever she’s running from.

  And it’s deep, ingrained deep down inside of her, down into the very core of herself.

  “You’ll be okay,” I say. “Get yourself settled. You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen. I’ll be in my room.”

  I turn to leave.

  “What about my stuff?” she asks. “I mean… I don’t really have any clothes.”

  “We can get it from your apartment tomorrow.”

  She shakes her head. “No. I can’t go back.”

  I hesitate. “I’ll send someone then.”

  “Okay, just…” She looks down at the floor, almost like she’s ashamed. “Make sure
they aren’t followed.”

  I hesitate for a second.

  Whoever she thinks she’s dealing with….

  They must be serious.

  “I’ll make sure,” I say before leaving her room for the night.

  I’ll let her get settled.

  In the morning, the real fun will begin.

  5

  Ruby

  I expect to lie in bed all night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

  Instead, I pass into a dreamless slumber almost the second my head hits the pillow.

  It’s like the orgasm Knox gave me took away more than just my stress. It took everything from me, left me completely drained… completely satisfied.

  I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. Never, ever been touched that way before… let alone come like that.

  Well, I guess that’s not a surprise, since I’ve only ever gotten myself off. I’ve never had a man touch me like that before… ever.

  And the idea of making a baby terrifies me.

  Not because I’m afraid of sleeping with Knox.

  No, that’s the easy part. I mean, that’s the part I’m totally sure of.

  Giving myself to Knox will feel so good, there’s no doubt in my mind.

  I’m afraid because I’m a virgin. Because the first time I actually have sex…

  Will be to make a baby.

  That’s a little terrifying.

  Of course, Knox doesn’t know. It didn’t exactly come up in conversation yesterday.

  So there’s that, on top of everything else.

  I should be up all night with stress and anxiety, obsessing about my future….

  And instead, I pass out, and wake up just after six in the morning, the sun streaming in through the window.

  I get up, a little groggy. For a second, I have to really think about why I don’t recognize the room.

  I slowly get up and stop before I can walk into the bathroom.

  There’s a set of clothes neatly folded on top of the dresser and a folded note propped up on its side.

  I walk over and pick up the paper. It’s Knox’s handwriting, I’d recognize it anywhere.

  Ruby, clothes for you. They’re new and should fit. Come into the office whenever you’re awake. It’s okay if you’re a little late. Knox.