My Favorite Daddy: A Dark Daddy Romance (Dark Daddies Book 6) Page 4

  “Here is the odd bit,” he says, glancing at me. “This is where you agree to refer to Brady as your, ah, Daddy.”

  I frown. “That’s not quite right. She’ll just be calling me Daddy.”

  He clears his throat. “That’s correct, yes, yes. See here, right here.” He points at the page. “I was merely, ah… explaining.”

  I check out the paragraph, and he’s right. “Okay then.”

  He clears his throat. “So you see, Aria, dear. You spend a week with him, call him, ah, Daddy, and you get five million.” He clears his throat again. “Any questions?”

  I grin at Aria. Heinz is so clearly uncomfortable. I almost feel bad for him.

  She sighs. “Did you really need this?” she asks me.

  “It’s for both of our protection.”

  “Still, putting this deal in writing….” She trails off, frowning.

  “It is okay, Aria, okay,” Heinz says. “One copy will be with me, another with you, and another with Brady. Three copies total, never to see the light of day unless necessary. You see? Very safe.”

  She bites her lip. “Still. I’ve never signed a contract.”

  “It’s a lot of money,” I tell her. “I need to cover my bases.”

  “Right.” She sighs. “Okay then.”

  “Very good,” Heinz says, pushing a pen toward her and turning to the last page. “You sign here, date here, and initial each page confirming that we went over it, yes?”

  She nods and signs. I watch her the whole time, my heart hammering in my chest. She initials each page, and when she’s done, she passes the contract over to me.

  I stare at it for a moment. I don’t know why I’m hesitating. It’s definitely not the money. I could easily give her that amount right here and now and never really miss it.

  No, it’s something else…

  I take a breath and let it out. And then it hits me.

  I’ve never been exclusive to a woman for an entire week before.

  That probably seems silly, but I became rich at a very young age, and I just never needed or wanted to settle down before. I always had multiple women, multiple girlfriends.

  It’s a stupid thing to worry about. I want this. I want Aria fucking badly. I’d happily give other women up just to get a taste of her.

  So, I sign the back, date it, and initial each page.

  “Good!” Heinz says. He takes the contract. “I will copy and fax, yes?”

  “Email,” I grumble at him.

  “Yes, email, right.” He clears his throat. “It was nice to meet you, Aria.”

  “You too, Heinz.”

  He gathers his things. I walk with him back to the elevator.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asks me softly. “Not too late to rip it all up.”

  “I’m sure,” I say. “Thanks for coming over.”

  “Any time, Brady.” The elevator arrives. He steps on and disappears when the doors slide shut.

  I turn back inside, and Aria is watching me.

  “So,” she says. “What now?”

  I shrug a little. “It’s official. You’re all mine.”

  She crosses her arms. “Sort of.”

  “Did you tell your other clients?”

  “I sent out an email.”

  “And what was your excuse?”

  She looks away. “I’m on vacation.”

  “Ah.” I laugh gently. “Not so bad, right?”

  “No, not so bad.” She sounds reluctant, though.

  “What do you want to do now?” I walk over to her as she drifts into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter.

  “I don’t know,” she admits. “I’m out of my element here.”

  “Good,” I say, mischief in my eyes. “I want you a little off-balance.” I stop close to her, and I can see the fire in her eyes.

  “Why?” she asks.

  “You’re always in control normally, aren’t you?”

  She shrugs a little. “Maybe. Comes with the territory.”

  “You’re used to controlling your little group of clients. They eat up every single one of your words, don’t they?”

  She narrows her eyes. “Maybe.”

  “They do and you know it. They worship the ground you walk on. Everything you do is magic in their eyes.”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t see what you’re trying to do.”

  “I’m trying to get you to see that I’m not like them. You need to impress me.”

  That surprises her. “I thought you were the one that needed to impress me.”

  “Not at all.” I cock my head and move closer to her. She doesn’t shrink back as my hands grab her hips. “I want to hear it you say it again, little Aria.”

  She bites her lip. “Now?”

  “Say it,” I whisper.

  “Daddy.”

  My whole body vibrates with need for her, “Say it again.”

  “Daddy.”

  I lean closer and kiss her neck softly. She doesn’t move away, doesn’t stop me. “Say it.”

  “Daddy,” she groans.

  I kiss her neck and find her lips. I kiss her slow, tongue against her tongue, lips parting to let me taste her. God, she tastes so fucking good. I grab her hips tighter, press myself against her harder.

  I suddenly lift her up onto the counter. She gasps as I push her legs open. I lift her sweater up, exposing her breasts, barely covered by a small black bra. I kiss her chest and reach one hand between her legs.

  “Shit,” she whispers.

  “Say it again, little Aria. I want to hear you keep saying my fucking name.”

  “Daddy,” she moans. “You’re really doing this, Daddy?”

  “I’m really doing this.” I unbutton her jeans. I slide a hand down over top her panties.

  And she’s soaking wet, already soaked through them. She must’ve been wet since she signed her name on that fucking contract. She’s been thinking about this the whole time.

  She moans as I start to rub her pussy, teasing her at first, but quickly I slide my hands down against her skin. I find her clit, swollen and soaked, rolling it under my fingers as I kiss her lips again.

  I tease her, pressing against her clit, pushing down to slide my fingers inside. She moans into my kiss and I bite her bottom lip. I push her legs wider with my free hand and fuck her tight little pussy with my fingers before pulling back out.

  I grab her jeans and tug them over her hips. I see a hint of fear in her eyes and I smirk.

  “Don’t worry, little Aria,” I whisper in her ear. I pull her jeans down to her ankles. “This is all for you.”

  She groans when I kiss her inner thigh. She wiggles her hips as I kiss up her leg and find her pussy. I tongue her panties before pulling them down, exposing her beautiful, pink little cunt.

  I lick her clit, teasing her with the tip of my tongue. I kiss her spread legs. She leans back on one hand, the other one in my hair, grabbing hard as I start to lick and suck her.

  I love the fucking taste of this wet little pussy. I lick and suck her faster, teasing her, using my tongue and teeth and lips to drive her wild. She rolls her hips in time with me, getting into it, losing herself. Her moans come faster, getting deeper and more intense, and I can’t help but wonder when the last time was that a man did this for her.

  Maybe never. I know for a fact she’s never had a man like me between her legs, at least. I can read her body like a fucking book as my tongue laps her up, sucking and licking her beautiful little clit.

  I slide my fingers inside of her and start to fuck her in and out. I straighten up and kiss her, letting her taste her own pussy on my lips. She doesn’t shy away from it, just opens her mouth and slides her tongue against mine.

  “Dirty fucking girl,” I whisper as I push my fingers deeper in before teasing her clit again. “You like to taste your own pussy on my lips?”

  “I love it, Daddy,” she groans. “God, I didn’t know I’d love it, but I do.”

  “That’s
right. Now let me suck your little pussy until you come, and then you can taste it again.”

  She gasps as I go back down between her legs. I leave my fingers inside of her, sliding them in and out as I suck and lick her pussy faster.

  She groans and rolls her hips, clearly losing herself in the moment. I lick her faster, fucking her pussy deeper with my fingers, pushing her harder than I bet she’s ever been pushed before.

  “Oh, fuck, Daddy,” she moans. Her free hand grabs my hair and her thighs tighten around me. “Keep going. Don’t you dare stop.”

  I push her legs open and go faster. I lick her, moving with wild abandon now, fingers pumping in and out. Her moans get louder, louder, and I know she’s about to come. I need it, need to taste her come, need to hear the orgasm take her over.

  Her whole body tightens when she finally bursts. Her orgasm rips through her, tightening every muscle, making her moan loudly. She groans my name and I keep going, licking her, sucking her, pushing her through it. When she’s finishes, I slow down and back off, looking up into her eyes.

  She’s panting, eyes wide with shock and pleasure. I smirk and lick my fingers clean.

  “Shit,” she says and hops down off the counter. “Oh, shit.”

  I watch her bend over and pull her panties and her jeans back up. My cock’s so fucking hard as she gets dressed.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she says. “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry?” I ask. “That was one of the most delicious little cunts I’ve ever tasted.”

  She’s bright red. “I have to go.”

  I cock my head. “Do you?”

  “Sorry.” She hurries to the elevator and pushes the button. “Shit!”

  I laugh softly to myself. “I’ll see you later, little Aria.”

  She looks back at me. The elevator dings. She turns away and hurries inside.

  I watch the doors shut with a huge smile on my face.

  I bet she never in a million years thought she’d let something like that happen. And yet it did. She came so easily too, like she’s been waiting her whole life for this moment, and now that it’s here, she can’t stop herself.

  I’ll let her have this one. She’s freaked out. I get it.

  But soon, she’ll be back. And I’ll have her doing so much more than that. This was only the beginning.

  I turn away, cock still hard, her voice saying Daddy still ringing through my mind.

  5

  Aria

  I’m more than a little freaked out when I step inside my apartment.

  My roommate, Zoe, is sitting at the kitchen table, a book and a laptop open in front of her. She’s wearing these big, thick glasses, the sort of things she’d never, ever leave the house in. She’s in law school and I was supposed to go with her, but things didn’t work out that way.

  She looks up at me, eyes a little bleary. “Hey, what are you doing back already?” she asks.

  I sigh and flop down on the couch. It’s maybe ten feet from where she’s sitting. Our place isn’t exactly big and glamorous. All my money goes to my student loans, and since she’s in school still, she doesn’t exactly have any extra cash, either.

  “I just had the weirdest experience of my life,” I say.

  She laughs a little bit. “Okay, tell me all about it. I could seriously use a break.”

  “Were you up all night again?”

  She groans. “Another exam in…” She looks at the clock on the stove. “Shit. Two hours.”

  “Oh, god, Zoe. You need to sleep.”

  “I’ll be fine.” She closes her laptop lid. “What happened?”

  So I tell her about the meeting. I tell her about the amazing apartment, the weird lawyer, the contract. I start to tell her about that other thing, but… I stop myself.

  Zoe knows all about my job. She’s the only person in this world that knows about it, at least in my personal life. It’s not like I don’t trust her, but I’m not sure I can even say any of that other stuff out loud.

  I mean, I let him go down on me. I let him get me off.

  And it was freaking incredible.

  “I have to admit, I don’t know why you’d rather be a lawyer,” she says, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.

  “It’s a lot more stable.”

  “But way less fun. I mean, a gorgeous penthouse apartment? A rich guy that wants to own you?”

  “He wants me to call him Daddy,” I say softly.

  She laughs at that. “Even hotter! Are you kidding me? I’d kill for some rich hottie. I’d call him Daddy as much as he wants.”

  I turn a little red. “It’s not what I do.”

  “I know that. You’ve been really lucky.”

  “It’s not luck,” I say. “My clients are decent people.”

  “I know, I know. You’re careful. Still, sooner or later, you were going to get one that just wants to fuck you. Sounds like you lucked out.”

  I sigh and stretch. “I wish he just wanted to fuck me. Honestly, I could deal with that, but there’s nothing about sex in this contract. It’s just… I call him Daddy and we spend a week together.”

  “Then you get paid.” She laughs, shaking her head. “I don’t get how you can’t see how lucky you are.”

  “It’s not like that.” I glare at her.

  “Sounds like you’re about to make millions of dollars. Aria, after this, you can do whatever you want. Pay off your loans, buy a freaking house, go to law school. Hell, you could move somewhere, invest the cash, and live off the money forever.”

  I bite my lip. I know she’s right. The money is a huge deal. It’s just, I haven’t been thinking about the money.

  I’ve been too busy thinking about Brady.

  “He scares me a little bit,” I tell her.

  “You think he’s dangerous?”

  “No, not like that. It’s more of like…” I trail off, biting my lip again. “How I feel around him.”

  “Oh, shit. Are you thinking about finally giving it up?”

  I glare at her. She knows about my virginity, and she’s not shy about that subject.

  “No,” I say.

  “Oh, come on. This is perfect. You have your rich older hottie taking care of you for a week. You’re already calling him Daddy. You might as well let him teach you everything he knows.” She laughs and sits down in an armchair across from me. “He probably knows a thing or two.”

  I glance away. He definitely knows a thing or two or three…

  “I just can’t,” I say finally. “It goes against all my rules. And anyway, what about my other clients? I still care about them, you know.”

  “They’re just clients,” she says. “You’re still a person, right?”

  “Yeah,” I say.

  “Live a little, Aria. Hell, if I could switch places with you, I totally would.”

  I sigh. I know she’s right. I’m probably overanalyzing this.

  It’s just, I don’t like that he owns me now. I’ve never wanted to be owned by a man in my life. I’ve built my whole job around controlling every situation, around keeping that control. I’ve always been the one on top, driving the conversation, deciding what we do and when we do it.

  Now though, Brady’s the one in control. He’s the one calling the shots.

  And that freaks me out.

  But Zoe is right. It’s only one week. After this…

  I never have to see Brady again.

  Strangely, that thought doesn’t excite me at all.

  “What’s the guy’s name, anyway?” she asks.

  “Brady Price,” I say.

  She purses her lips. “Brady Price,” she echoes. “Brady Price… Hold up.” She gets up and walks across the room, grabbing her laptop. She flips it open, types for a second, and carries it over to me.

  On the screen is a local Philly news site. The headline reads, “Philanthropist Brady Price to be Recognized.”

  Underneath, the article goes on to talk about how Brady Price, one of the wealthiest en
trepreneurs in Philadelphia, is being honored for his generous charitable donations at an awards dinner tomorrow night.

  “Is this for real?” I ask her after skimming the article.

  “Sure is. Saw it just like a half hour ago when I was reading the news. What a crazy coincidence.” She scrolls to a picture of Brady wearing a suit and smiling, clearly some kind of PR photo. “He’s really hot.”

  “He looks better in person,” I mumble, staring at his picture.

  She laughs a little bit. “Rich, smoking hot, and into charity… damn, girl. For your sake, I hope he’s into giving more than just his money.”

  I glare at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  She grins and waggles her eyebrows. “I’m talking about his dick.”

  I groan. “Okay, okay.”

  “You know, giving you his dick. Like, with sex.”

  “I get it.”

  “Lots of dirty, filthy, disgusting, hot as sin, steamy—”

  “I get it!” I hop up from the couch. Her laptop nearly falls but she grabs it just in time.

  “Geez, relax. I’m just teasing you.”

  “I know.” I stalk into the kitchen and get myself some water. For some reason, my heart’s beating really fast.

  “Anyway, look, the guy seems decent enough. You should just stick it out. You’ll be okay.”

  “Yeah. Right.” I drink my water, head spinning.

  “I gotta get back at it. Let me know if anything happens.” She laughs again and shakes her head. “You lucky ass bitch.”

  I give her a smile as she gathers her stuff and retreats into her bedroom.

  “Don’t forget the exam!” I call after her as her door shuts.

  I sigh and sip my water. Brady is being honored for charitable donations…

  I can’t see it. Honestly, I just can’t. He doesn’t seem like the charity type at all. He seems more like the type to buy women and try to make them call him Daddy.

  I sigh and sit down, head spinning. I can’t picture Brady getting some kind of philanthropy award, but it’s obviously happening. He did mention wanting to give all this money away. Maybe he wasn’t joking about that.

  Brady Price seems like a self-absorbed, cocky asshole. But maybe there really is more to him.