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  Daddy Dom

  A BDSM Romance

  B.B. Hamel

  Copyright © 2017 by B. B. Hamel

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  Contents

  Mailing List

  Prologue

  1. Jacob

  2. Sofia

  3. Jacob

  4. Sofia

  5. Jacob

  6. Sofia

  7. Jacob

  8. Sofia

  9. Jacob

  10. Sofia

  11. Sofia

  12. Sofia

  13. Jacob

  14. Sofia

  15. Jacob

  16. Sofia

  17. Jacob

  18. Sofia

  19. Jacob

  20. Sofia

  21. Jacob

  22. Sofia

  23. Jacob

  24. Sofia

  25. Jacob

  26. Sofia

  27. Sofia

  28. Jacob

  29. Sofia

  Your Daddy: A Dark Romance

  Prologue: Kylie

  1. Carson

  2. Kylie

  3. Carson

  4. Kylie

  5. Carson

  6. Kylie

  7. Carson

  8. Kylie

  9. Carson

  10. Kylie

  11. Carson

  12. Kylie

  13. Carson

  14. Kylie

  15. Carson

  16. Kylie

  17. Carson

  18. Kylie

  19. Carson

  20. Kylie

  21. Carson

  22. Kylie

  23. Carson

  24. Kylie

  25. Carson

  26. Kylie

  27. Carson

  28. Kylie

  Bonus Epilogue: Kylie

  Small Town Daddy: A Dark Romance

  Prologue: Mia

  1. Lucas

  2. Mia

  3. Lucas

  4. Mia

  5. Lucas

  6. Mia

  7. Lucas

  8. Mia

  9. Lucas

  10. Mia

  11. Lucas

  12. Mia

  13. Lucas

  14. Mia

  15. Lucas

  16. Mia

  17. Lucas

  18. Mia

  19. Lucas

  20. Mia

  21. Lucas

  22. Mia

  23. Lucas

  24. Mia

  25. Lucas

  26. Mia

  27. Lucas

  28. Mia

  Bonus Epilogue: Mia

  Thank You

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  Prologue

  I lean over his desk, a little smile on my face, and I can’t help but notice his eyes stray down toward my breasts. My smile gets bigger, because that’s exactly what I want him to look at.

  “What can I do for you, Sofia?”

  I cock my head at Mr. Drake, taking in his handsome smile, his muscular body, his clean-cut white oxford tucked into a pair of khakis, and his deep blue eyes like ocean pools. Every girl in school wants Mr. Drake, thinks he’s hot as hell. I mean, he’s probably only in his late twenties or something, and I’m eighteen now. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting him… legally, at least.

  “Just wanted to see how you were doing,” I say to him, not even trying to be subtle. “It’s hard being a long-term sub, right?”

  He eyes me for a second before standing and walking over to the door. He shuts it and turns back to me as my heart starts racing.

  I don’t know when this started. I’ve had a crush on him since he started teaching my math class as a long-term substitute after Mrs. Gravey went into labor during the second week of school. I started staying after with Mr. Drake, talking about class, and soon our talks got more personal.

  Soon, we were flirting.

  “I’m doing okay,” he says to me, walking over and sitting on the edge of his desk. The halls are empty outside, since most people are either in their next class or heading down to lunch. I have a free period after math, so I don’t mind sticking around a little bit and chatting with him. I think he has his lunch now, but I’ve never asked.

  “I bet it’s hard,” I say to him. “Kids not taking you seriously.”

  “You think they don’t take me seriously?” He smirks at me and shrugs. “I guess it doesn’t matter.”

  “You know what I mean. Subs are always treated bad.”

  “I know,” he concedes. “But you’ve been pretty nice since I first came here.”

  “Yeah, well… I guess I’m a nice person.”

  He raises an eyebrow, looking at me up and down. I’m wearing a short skirt and a low-cut top, arms pressed together in front of me, making my breasts really pop. I want him to notice them, even though I’ve never done anything like this before. Heck, I’m a virgin, even though most of my classmates aren’t anymore. I just haven’t found the right guy yet.

  Maybe the right guy is Mr. Drake. I bet he’s experienced… good with his hands…

  “You’re sure you’re a good person?” he asks me, getting closer.

  I don’t move away. “I think so.”

  “I don’t know. You seem pretty bad, staying here after class every day, wearing those low-cut shirts.”

  My eyes widen a bit. “Mr. Drake, I don’t know what you mean.”

  He’s never been this forward with me before. Oh sure, we’ve flirted, I let him look down my top while we both pretend to be talking about class, but it’s never gone this far. He’s never been this up front about it.

  And it excites me. I should probably be a little afraid, since I don’t have any experience, especially with a man like Mr. Drake. Not to mention he’s my teacher, and this is so very wrong.

  But months of flirting, staying after class to talk to him… this is what I’ve been waiting for.

  He moves closer to me, and my heart is hammering in my chest.

  “I know what you’re doing,” he says, his voice low. “But do you?”

  “I think so,” I say.

  “I don’t know, Sofia. You stay after class, let me stare at your body, you laugh and twirl your hair but… is that all this is?”

  I bite my lower lip and shake my head. “No, it’s not just that,” I say, barely a whisper.

  A smile crosses his face. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

  He grabs my hips, pulls me against him, and kisses me. I can’t believe that I’m kissing Mr. Drake. I’ve pictured this moment so many times… but this is even better than I thought. I let out a little moan as he grabs my hair, pressing me back against the blackboard, crushing my body there. I drop my books and wrap my arms around his neck, wanting him so badly I can barely breathe.

  But as quickly and as intensely as it begins, he stops. He pulls back, his eyes wide.

  “Shit,” he says. “Sofia…”

  “What?” I ask him. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, god no,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “It’s just… you’re my student. And you’re barely eighteen. I could lose my job. Not to mention how inappropriate this is.”

  “I don’t care about that,” I say, stepping toward
him. “I mean, I don’t want you to lose your job. But that other stuff…”

  He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. You should go. I made a mistake.”

  I stare at him, not sure what to say. I feel devastated but I’m still aroused, heart still pumping. He’s breathing fast too and I can see the outline of his hard cock, straining to get out of his restrictive khakis. I want to get down on my knees and taste him, hear him moan as I take him down my throat. I’m actually pretty good at it, or so I’ve been told. I’m not a slut or anything, but I’ve had boyfriends, and we’ve fooled around a little bit.

  But he just shakes his head again. “I’m sorry, Sofia,” he says. “Please. Let’s pretend this never happened.”

  “Okay,” I say after a beat. I take a deep breath, calming myself. “I can do that.”

  He looks away. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget, end of chapter five, only the odd problems.”

  “Right,” I say, bending over to collect my books. “See you tomorrow.”

  I stand there for another second, but he doesn’t meet my gaze. I hurry away then, throwing the door shut behind me.

  I don’t know what the hell happened. For a second there, I was in heaven, finally tasting the man that I really wanted. Hell, he’s the man of my dreams, gorgeous and smart and successful.

  After that day, he never flirts with me again. He’s professional and studious, and when I try to stay after class, he’s always too busy to talk. I have to admit, I’m a little hurt, but part of me understands. I’m too young, and he’s my teacher. We can’t actually have a relationship. Kissing me like that was a moment of weakness for him.

  My crush doesn’t fade away, though. If anything, watching him be strong and ignore me only makes me want him even more. I’m impressed that he can turn off his desires like that, or at least he can suppress them. Every night I go home and I touch myself thinking about what he was going to do to me in that classroom. I keep seeing his lips against mine, his strong body crushing me against the blackboard, and I want it so badly.

  I come hard, over and over, thinking about Mr. Drake.

  1

  Jacob

  “What do you think?”

  I blink for a second, not sure what he’s asking me about. “Uh, great,” I say.

  “The recruits,” Clay says gently.

  “Oh, yeah. Right.” I look back down at the binder, skimming their faces: young, all of them young, and every one of them highly qualified. “They look good.”

  He laughs. “I know you’re distracted, but you can at least pretend.”

  I shrug and grin at him. “Karl can handle that side of things.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure. Poor kids.” Clay shakes his head. “They don’t know what they’re in for.”

  I sigh and stand up, going over to the window. Clay’s not wrong, but there’s not much I can do. Karl is a mid-level manager, but he’s quickly rising through the ranks of the company that I created and founded over ten years ago. He has some strong backing from the board, I think because his father has connections, but I can’t be sure. It’s definitely not because of his winning personality. Karl is one of those guys that thinks profit matters above all else, and I think the board finds that attractive.

  Personally, I don’t agree with him, but my opinion is mattering less and less around here. That’s what I’m so distracted about.

  I built Quest Education while I was working as a substitute math teacher. I’d go to work during the day and stay up all night writing the code, designing the courses, basically building the whole application from the ground up. Now we’re one of the largest online learning companies in the world, and we’re quickly expanding. We have the best software and the best teachers, it’s just a matter of getting more institutions on board.

  I sacrificed a lot to get where I am. I’m thirty-eight, never been married, no kids, and no amazing social life to speak of. Sure, I’m filthy rich now, but most of my time is spent at work, slaving away for my company. This is my legacy, and I care more about it than I could ever admit to anyone, though I suspect some of the people closest to me know.

  The problem is, I have a different vision for the company and it’s not exactly popular at the moment. I have my own allies in the company, and because I’m the founder I still have a lot of sway, but that’s being watered down day after day. The board is slowly gaining more control, and soon I’m going to find myself on the margins of my own company, unable to stop what’s happening. It’s a familiar story, one most founders go through, but I’m determined not to let it happen to me.

  “What’s on your mind?” Clay asks me.

  “Oh, you know, the usual. Decline of my power, theft of my company, that sort of thing.”

  Clay sighs. “You know that’s not happening,” he says. “We still believe in you.”

  I smile at him and shrug. Clay is an eternal optimist and probably my closest friend. I don’t think he can see the writing on the wall, or if he did, I’m not sure he’ll admit it. Clay thinks everything will work out, since I’ve been such a good leader up to this point.

  But I know better. None of that matters. The only thing big corporations care about is money, and Quest Education has become a big corporation.

  It’s up to me to bring it some heart, though I’m not sure how to do that. I don’t even know if I have any heart.

  I haven’t had a girlfriend in such a long time. I’ve been floating between women, one after the other. It’s surprisingly easy, since I have money and good looks. I can sleep with more or less whoever I want whenever I want it, and for years I’ve indulged in that.

  But lately I’ve been wanting more. A lot more. I just don’t know where the hell I’m going to find it, especially when I’m nearly forty.

  The thought sends a shiver down my spine.

  “Come on,” Clay says. “Sit down and look at the new people. Maybe you’ll find someone to poach.”

  “Unlikely,” I say, but I sit down. It’s hard to say no to Clay. “Karl wouldn’t let any of them go anyway.”

  “Good point.” He shrugs and grins. “Can’t hurt though.”

  Dutifully I look through the binder again. Each page is a new recruit, and I think there are something like fifty of them, mostly going to Karl’s department. I move through the binder, Clay chatting amiably the whole time.

  “Oh, and this one, she looks interesting,” Clay says as we turn the page and my heart nearly fucking stops. “Big recruit here, came from an Ivy school, Princeton I think. She was working for a big law firm before we grabbed her and brought her in. Data stuff, a real smart girl.”

  Sofia Wolf’s face stares at me, and even though it’s been ten years, I’ll never forget her.

  I knew her back in the day, back when I was still teaching. She was just a student back then. I can still taste her lips… feel her body pressed against mine… I would sit up late, thinking about those little skirts and tight, low-cut shirts she wore. I knew she was doing it for me, too. I’d get myself off dreaming about what I’d do to her.

  And then there was my moment of weakness, after a long night of no sleep and a particularly frustrating bug that I couldn’t figure out. I finally gave in to her seductions, did what I knew I shouldn’t do. I stopped it and never touched her again after that, but it got so much harder to ignore her.

  I’ve thought about her over the years. I’ve wondered where she is. I heard she got into Princeton, but I left the area to start Quest soon after that. I never got her contact info, never looked her up on Facebook. It felt too strange.

  But here she is, suddenly back in my life, working for my company. And in Karl’s department, no fucking less.

  “Jacob?” Clay asks me. “You there? Let’s go to the next page.”

  I snap back to reality and nod. “Yeah, sure.” I turn the page, but really I want to study Sofia’s resume some more, stare at her picture, see what I can learn from it.

  But she’s in my company now. She works here. I’m
her boss, sort of like back in the day when I was her teacher.

  She’s twenty-eight now. She’s not a teenage girl anymore. Maybe it’s still wrong for me to want her, but we’re both adults… and I have waited a long, long time to see her again.

  Maybe I won’t act on my impulses this time. I’ll just see how she’s doing, maybe catch up with her. Totally fine and innocent.

  Though I don’t know if anything with Sofia can ever be innocent, not when I’m involved at least.

  2

  Sofia

  The big glass doors of the office building loom up in front of me. The rush hour traffic streams past on the sidewalk and for a second, I’m a leaf in a stream, getting blown along with the tide.