Pretend for Daddy

by Hamel, B. B.

  He growls in response, kissing me harder. I grab onto the head of the bed and grip it, trying not to put my weight too hard on him as I roll my hips along his length, my breath coming in pants.

  “This is why I keep fighting,” he whispers in my ear. “This body, these breasts… the way you can’t get enough.”

  “Yes,” I pant. “Oh, god, Daddy.”

  “I’ll take care of you. Even with this fucking scratch, I’ll protect you.”

  I moan and kiss him. I know he’s not lying.

  He kisses me back, his hands gripping my ass. I roll my hips again, bearing down on him. I feel him wince though and pull back.

  “We shouldn’t,” I say.

  He shakes his head, grabbing me, keeping me there.

  “Don’t you fucking stop,” he says.

  I kiss him again, but this time, I kiss his neck. I want to pull his shirt off, but I don’t want to disturb the bandage… so I move down and pull off his pants instead.

  He’s wearing boxer briefs and I’m on all fours above him, one hand stroking his cock while I kiss him. God, he’s so hard and big, I have to marvel all over again how that thing ever fit inside of me.

  How it’s going to fit inside of me.

  I stroke him slowly then drop back down to slide his briefs off. He’s stiff, rock hard, like granite. I take him in my hand and stroke him, staring into his eyes, my breasts bare and my hair spilling down over my shoulders.

  I love the way he looks at me. It’s intoxicating, explosive. His eyes are voracious and his touch is eager, almost starved. It’s like he’s never seen a woman’s body like this before, but the easy way he navigates me, gives me pleasure, proves that’s not true.

  It’s just me, it’s just the way he looks at me.

  I take his cock in my right hand and slowly lick him top to bottom. I see the fire in his eyes as I taste him and look up. He grabs my hair and lets me do the work as I take his thick cock between my lips, sucking him as far as I can.

  He growls, a low purr in his throat. “Fuck, that feels good,” he says. “Worth getting stabbed for.”

  I suck him faster, letting my spit slide down his shaft. I use it to stroke him with my other hand, moving up and down. He pushes me deep, his cock slipping into my throat, and I have to pull back to gasp in a breath.

  He leans forward, wincing slightly, and kisses me. I kiss him back, ravenous. I push him back down gently then take his cock in my mouth once more, sucking faster, stroking faster.

  He groans, holding tight to my hair. “You drive me wild,” he says. “Every inch of your perfect, tight body makes me rock hard. I want to press my cock deep between your legs over and over again, little Ruby, make you gasp and beg my name. I want to hear you call me Daddy over and over again… until you have a baby inside of you.”

  I moan as I suck him. I love the way he talks to me. I love the taste of him in my mouth. I suck him faster, gagging deep on his cock, pulling back. He holds my hair tight, directing me, showing me what he likes.

  “Your tight little cunt drives me wild. Every night I dream about it wrapped around my cock or pushing against my tongue. I want to taste you, Ruby, every inch of you. I want to tie you up and make you come again and again until there’s nothing left. I want to leave you moaning, trembling, begging me… and then I’ll give you more.”

  He gasps when I take him into my throat. He pushes himself up, holding my mouth down on his shaft, groaning. I pull back with a gasp and he kisses me, deep and slow while I keep stroking him with both my hands, sitting up on my knees.

  He tastes like heaven and I can feel my pulse between my legs. It’s driving me wild, pushing me further and faster as I start sucking his cock again.

  “I want to see your breasts shake as I slide my thick cock between your legs,” he groans, holding my hair tight. “I want to see your body tremble, sweat on your skin, while you bear down and come hard, your tight pussy stretched and spread. You dirty girl, I want to hear you beg to come again.”

  He grabs my hair and I gag on him before he pulls me back up. I kiss him hard and can’t stop myself.

  I pull off my pants and panties, throwing them on the floor. He’s stroking himself while he watches me, eyes blazing. I straddle him, pussy juice dripping down my leg, and slowly push back against his rock-hard cock.

  He growls as he slips inside me, so easily, spreading me wide open. I gasp and kiss him and slowly lower myself back.

  I shiver and moan. I’m aware of his injury but he doesn’t seem to care anymore. I ride him slowly at first but his hands guide me faster, one hand on my ass, the other in my hair.

  He kisses me, pulling my hair tight. He grabs it hard, kissing my neck and breasts, thrusting up inside of me. I gasp and ride him faster, moving my hips.

  I feel it hit me all at once. The pleasure of his cock inside me, the thrill of being alive… I can’t help myself. I push back and ride him fast and the orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I gasp and he holds me there, cock buried between my legs, and I come in a deep explosion that drives me wild.

  “Shit,” I say, panting. “I can’t…”

  “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear and pushes me down his shaft again.

  I shiver and moan. “Oh, god, Daddy. It still feels… so good.”

  “I know it does.”

  We move slowly again. I can feel the pleasure coming back, building again… growing inside of me. That one orgasm wasn’t the end… no, it can’t be, not with how good this feels as I ride his cock back, rocking down along his length.

  He kisses me again, teases my breasts with his tongue, spanks my firm ass. His hands are going to leave prints but I don’t care. He spanks me again, again, grabs my hair. He makes me ride him faster, faster, faster.

  I’m soaking wet and the heat’s growing. He grabs my hair and I ride him, moving back and forth, rocking with his motion. All thoughts of his injury are gone now and we’re both in the zone, groaning, moaning together, bodies sweating and doing our dance, grinding to the rhythm.

  He spanks my ass and pulls me close. “You feel like heaven,” he growls. “I can’t get enough.”

  I moan and ride him faster, locking eyes with him. I put my hands on his chest and he grabs my ass, spreading me wide open and thrusting up inside.

  I gasp when he hits my spot and I know I can’t take it anymore. I groan, rolling back, pushing down. He moves with me, sweat dripping down my back, down my body. I gasp and every muscle tenses as I feel pleasure growing between my legs again.

  “That’s right,” he groans. “Come again for me, little Ruby. Come on my big cock. I can’t take much more.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, god, yes, Daddy.”

  I arch my back and feel him sliding deeper inside me. I lose it completely, my mind whirling and spinning in patterns of pleasure and heaven, lost entirely in the physical act of fucking, lost entirely in the bliss that’s coursing through me.

  I come again, this time a wrecking thing. I come hard, ripping my core into pieces, gasping and straining as it rolls over me like a wave. I feel him stiffen, feel him groan, and feel him fill me to the brim.

  We come together in one blissful, intense, incredible moment.

  I’m left shaking, leaning on him. I’m breathing hard and he groans softly.

  “Shit,” he says. “That was… shit.”

  “I know.” I kiss his lips, so happy to be with him, touching him… alive with him.

  My hands stray down to his shirt and I notice something wet. I pull them back and there’s blood on my fingertips.

  “Oh, shit!” I pull back off him. He winces and touches his wound, fingers pulling back bloody.

  “Damn,” he whispers. “Ripped the stitches.”

  My hands fly to my mouth in horror. “Knox! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, please, I’m so sorry!”

  He laughs, winces, laughs again. “It’s okay, really. Seriously. Worth it.”

  “No, it’s not, you idiot.”
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  He groans and laughs. “Get a towel. And call the doctor again. Please.”

  “He’s going to kill us.”

  “Yep.” Knox grins at me… and I can’t help it.

  The absurdity of the moment washes over me. I fall down next to him laughing and he laughs right along with me, up until he winces in pain and groans.

  That makes the laughter stop. I sit up and grab the phone, already dialing Bitter’s number.

  I don’t know how we’re here, but we’re still both giddy with the joy of being alive and the joy of feeling good. Even though Bitter is pissed on the phone, and even more pissed when he sees the ripped stitches, we just don’t care.

  It doesn’t matter. We’re alive, we’re together.

  That’s all I care about right now.

  Even if our other problem isn’t close to solved, I just don’t care.

  We’re alive and happy and feeling good in this moment and I just can’t let that go.

  18

  Knox

  I’m out of commission for a day. I should probably lie low for at least a week, but we don’t have time. I let Ruby convince me to stay in bed for one single day, although I’m on the phone the whole time while she lies in bed beside me.

  I keep glancing at her as she sprawls out cat-like on top of the covers, reading a book, her hair dangling in her face. She keeps pushing it back absently, and that gesture drives deep into my heart for some reason.

  It’s so endearing, so simple. I want to roll over and kiss her softly and let that hair fall into my face. I want to breathe her deep and let that linger for hours.

  Instead, I’m cajoling state senators.

  “Did you see the proposal my office sent over?” I ask one particularly reticent man from the Pittsburgh area.

  “Ah, yes, I believe so. And I saw your donation to the campaign, it was very generous, I just—”

  “Please, read it,” I say. “Look it over.”

  “I can’t say my constituents think much about casinos in Philadelphia, but—”

  “You’re part of the legislature, and I’m going to need all of your help, Senator,” I say. “I understand this isn’t your domain, but I’d be happy to help you out whenever you need it, if only you’d look over the proposal.”

  He hems and haws but finally agrees to read the damn thing. I almost make him do it on the phone with me but that’d be a step too far.

  I mark him down as a maybe. I’ll give him a day or two and push again. I think he’ll crack if the check’s big enough.

  But there are fifty members of the senate… and over two hundred in the house.

  It’s not an easy process. Every single person I speak with is either uninterested or slightly against the idea. I have to write check after check, push and prod and beg and plead, and it feels like I’m pushing rocks up a hill.

  “You should take a break,” Ruby says to me after a few hours of this. “Seriously, you look exhausted. How’s your side feel?”

  “It’s fine,” I say absently. “Look, we have five days to get this finished. I can’t take any more time off.”

  “Six days,” she corrects. “And you can if you’re going to bleed out.”

  But I don’t listen, of course. I give her a ten-minute break and let her make me some tea, but soon enough I’m calling another name on my list and writing another big check to some campaign in bumblefuck Pennsylvania that I don’t care about at all.

  Just how it goes. The day passes, and although Ruby’s not happy about it, I do manage to turn a few votes in our direction and grease a few important palms.

  Reluctantly, I give up for the day. Ruby makes me dinner, a surprisingly good pasta dish with sausage and plenty of garlic, before we go to bed.

  “Should I… sleep in the other room?” she asks me.

  God, she’s so beautiful. She looks shyly at me, lingering in the doorway.

  “No,” I say gruffly. “Come on. Sleep with me.”

  “Promise you’ll keep your hands to yourself? At least for another night, I just… I don’t want your stitches to tear again. Bitter will seriously report us.”

  I laugh softly and pat the bed. “Get over here. I promise to be a perfect gentleman.”

  That night I sleep on my good side with her hair in my face, her smell in my nose, feeling her warm body up close, and I know I’m falling.

  * * *

  The next morning while changing my bandage, it hits me all at once.

  There’s no fucking way this is happening.

  Ruby gingerly peels back the cotton covering and stifles a noise.

  “What?” I grunt at her.

  “Nothing.”

  “Just say it.”

  “You’re going to scar.”

  I snort. “No kidding.”

  “Bad.”

  “Good. It’ll look awesome.”

  She bites her lip and doesn’t say anything. She just replaces the bandage and hands me my antibiotics and Percocet.

  I take the antibiotics. “No drugs,” I say.

  “Bitter said—”

  “Fuck Bitter. You want me fucked up on that shit all day instead of trying to save your pretty ass?”

  “It’s just one pill.”

  I shake my head and look in the mirror. “No drugs.”

  She sighs and puts it away without another word.

  But it’s in that moment that I feel it hit me, all the weight of what’s happening. It falls on my shoulders and I just fucking know…

  I fucking know…

  It’s not going to happen.

  I turn to her, madness in my eyes.

  “I have to do something drastic.”

  She looks a little startled. “What?”

  “I have to do something stupid,” I amend. “Something I probably shouldn’t do.”

  “O…kay,” she says slowly. “You’ve been doing smart things up until now?”

  I nod sharply. “Things that wouldn’t get me arrested, at least not outright. Things I could plausibly deny or hide. But fuck that.” I step toward her. I’m wearing just my boxer briefs and my side hurts like hell. “But it’s time to do something reckless.”

  She bites her lip. “Bitter said that’s what you are, reckless.”

  I grin at her, feeling giddy with my decision. “Bitter’s probably right.”

  “Please don’t do anything that’s going to get us arrested.”

  “Can’t promise that.”

  She sighs. “Please?”

  “Would you rather be dead or in jail?”

  She hesitates just a second. “How long are we talking?”

  “Ten years at most.”

  We stand in the bathroom in silence, letting the weight of that linger between us. She stares back into my eyes and I know she’s weighing everything in her mind.

  “Do it,” she says finally.

  I laugh and pull her against me. I kiss her without thinking, the kind of kiss you’d give to someone you love… someone you want to share joy with.

  She kisses me right back.

  I spend the rest of the morning planning. Well, not so much planning as getting dressed and psyching myself up.

  Our first stop is the bank. I have to go inside and speak with a teller, considering the amount of cash I want. They’re a bit reluctant to give it to me… until I remind them who I am.

  When we’re done there, I have the driver take us to city hall. There’s a big old bag of cash tucked under my arm and I can’t help but laugh to myself.

  “How much is that?” Ruby whispers sharply, glancing up at the driver.

  “A lot,” I say in reply. “More than you make in a year.”

  She frowns. “You don’t pay me that great.”

  “Ten times what you make in a year.”

  Her eyes go wide at that and she shrinks back from me like the cash is radioactive.

  In some ways, it is.

  Here’s the thing about bribing politicians.

  You can’t give
them too much money and you can’t do it too obviously. What people normally do is they make political donations. They offer the maximum amount allowable by law. If that’s not enough, they find other vaguely legal ways to siphon them as much money as possible.

  That’s what I’ve been doing so far. I’ve been making ostensibly above-board political donations. But my donations have come from me and all the companies I own. I’ve spent tons and tons of money but I’ve done it all slowly, legally, to campaigns.

  Well, except to the mayor’s aides. Those were just straight-up bribes.

  I need to do something drastic though. Something that’ll get this proposal moving… today.

  The driver drops me outside of city hall.

  “Wait here,” I say to Ruby. “I’ll be back soon.”

  She looks worried. “What if you’re not?”

  “I will be, one way or another. It might be in handcuffs, but I’ll be back.”

  I grin at her wildly and shut the door gently before she can protest any more.

  I head into city hall with a bag of cash under my arm. It’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever done but I can’t help myself.

  I find the elevators up, but security stops me. Once they realize who I am though, they’re willing to call up to Arian. Fortunately, he’s around today and answers right away.

  “He says to head up,” the old security guard says, frowning at my bag. “I should check that.”

  I give him my best smile. “That’s okay. It’s just a bag of cash for the mayor.”

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “Yeah, right. Okay, whatever, head on up.”

  I thank him and keep going. The elevators slowly grind up and up, moving at a snail’s pace. That’s typical for city hall. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this ancient building without some sort of construction.

  Finally, I reach the top floor, practically right under William Penn’s ass. I walk down the quiet hall to the mayor’s office and am greeted by Arian, looking haggard and annoyed.

  “Bad time,” he says to me.

  “It’s not,” I answer back. “It’s a great time.”