My First Daddy: A Dark Daddy Romance (Dark Daddies Book 7) Page 7

  I know why I’m so annoyed. It’s not entirely his fault. I mean, he didn’t help, but I can’t blame him completely.

  I’m afraid I’ll ruin this.

  He’s forcing me into this situation, and he has no idea what’s going to happen. He wasn’t in that room the whole time with me, he doesn’t know the way Haylee was acting.

  I can’t believe I respected her as an author. I actually felt excited to go through those edits with her.

  She treated me like a moron. Like I was just something in her way, and all she needed to do was steamroll me until I gave in. There was no wiggle room with her, no discussion. She was right about everything.

  She just kept saying, she knows better, she knows better, I’m just some random girl, what the hell do I know…

  Every time she said it, I felt like she might be right.

  That’s the worst part. I never thought I was qualified to be in that room with her, and clearly, she agreed. She thought I was a waste of her time, not worth the effort. She didn’t have to agree to anything with me, because she clearly was better.

  And Julian wants me to go back in that room with her again?

  I appreciate him standing up to her. I really do. But I can’t imagine talking to that spoiled, awful person ever again.

  I keep my head down all day. Julian doesn’t come out to give me any work and so I have to find stuff to do. I almost force myself to read Haylee’s new pages a couple times, but I keep turning away from it, like it’s acid right in my face.

  I just keep seeing her ugly, elitist sneer.

  Fucking hell. I almost started believing her in there.

  That’s the worst part.

  The day drags past, and I refuse to speak to Julian. He doesn’t come out of his office and doesn’t message me, so we’re basically not talking. People filter out of the office as five rolls around, but I’m stuck in my seat, still forcing myself to find stupid little tasks to take up my time.

  I don’t know why I’m still here. Marcy heads out with a tight little smile for me. “Good night, dear,” she says.

  “Good night.” I can’t help but wonder if there’s a little pit in her tone, but I’m probably just projecting.

  Five-thirty rolls around, and then six. The office is empty except for me and Julian. He’s not looking up from his computer, and I almost feel like I have to stay later out of some weird sense of pride.

  Six-thirty. Seven. I’m exhausted, hungry, and bored. I’ve been playing chess on some random website for the past forty minutes and I keep losing to random people. I want to leave but I refuse to leave before Julian does.

  Finally, a few minutes later and another checkmate defeat, I notice Julian getting up from his desk. He walks to his office door and looks right over at me.

  “Avery, can I see you for a second?”

  That’s it. No big deal. Like it’s not way after-hours and we’re not the only two people here.

  I get up and walk into his office. He sits down with a sigh, stretching slightly.

  “How’s it going?” he asks me.

  I glare at him. “Fine.”

  “You’re here late.”

  “I know.”

  He sighs, rubs his eyes. “Look, about yesterday—”

  “It’s fine,” I say. “You don’t have to explain anything.”

  “Avery, sit down.”

  I stare at him for a second. I’m pissed, but there’s something in his tone. He’s looking back at me, expression hard, almost… angry.

  It’s weirdly attractive. My heart starts beating faster and I take a seat.

  “Do you know why I assigned you to work with Haylee?”

  I shrug. “I’m a fan. You thought it would be a good fit. But it’s not.”

  “That’s part of it,” he admits, nodding. “Except I also think you’re smart and capable and you can more than handle yourself with her.”

  I frown a little. “Clearly, you were wrong.”

  “I don’t think I was. Honestly. I think I was exactly right. That first time just…”

  “Didn’t go to plan?”

  He snorts. “That’s an understatement.”

  “Look, I get it. You’re trying. You believe in me or whatever. I just think you’re wrong.”

  He gets up and comes around his desk. He stares down at me as he sits on the corner. “Why?” he asks.

  I blink. “Uh, I don’t have any experience. I’m right out of college. I mean, I’ve never even had a real job, and you want me working with some successful author.”

  “She’s not that much older than you.” He cocks his head.

  “So? She has more experience.”

  “You don’t need experience. You’re smart.”

  I clench my jaw. “You keep saying that. Do you even know me at all?”

  “I know you,” he says softly. “Believe it or not, I’m a quick judge of people, and I know you’re smart. I know you can handle this. Haylee, she just…”

  “She’s a fucking asshole.”

  He laughs a little but doesn’t smile. “Yeah. She really is.”

  “And you want to throw me back into that.”

  “I do,” he says softly.

  “I think you’re an asshole, then. You have a whole team of people specifically for this purpose. Why do you insist on having me work with her?”

  “Because you’ll be good at it,” he says. “And you keep saying you’re not experienced. Well, this is your experience.”

  I glare at him. “Trial by fire doesn’t sound too fun to me.”

  “No, because it’s not. But you can handle it.”

  “I’m not sure I want to.”

  “Well, get sure.” He takes a breath and sighs. “This is it, Avery. You want to do something? This is your chance.”

  I clench my jaw and meet his gaze. I want to tell him to go to hell, to fuck off, but instead I just…

  I stand up.

  Part of me thinks I’m going to slap him. Tell him to go to hell. I mean, whatever this weird relationship we have going on isn’t something traditional. It’s not like I’d be slapping my boss, a total stranger.

  This man was a friend of my father’s. He gave me this job out of pity or guilt or something. And he’s been going down on me, getting me off, making everything so much more complicated than it needs to be.

  I clench my hand into a fist. Maybe I’ll skip the slap. Maybe I’ll punch him.

  But I don’t get a chance. He grabs me suddenly. I blink, surprised, as I stumble up against him.

  Julian kisses me. At first, I want to scream. I move my hand back, ready to punch him right in the neck.

  Instead, I slowly relax my hand. I melt into his kiss.

  What the hell. I know this is what I really want. After everything, this is what I really need. He can ask me to work with a hundred little bratty authors, and I’ll still come back for this, for his touch.

  God damn it. I’m so weak, but it feels…

  So, so good.

  I moan and wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me tight, hands cupping my ass. My heart’s beating so fast and I’m still angry, but that anger just makes me want him more.

  I grab at his belt, unbuckling it. What the hell, we’re alone here. I’m not waiting another second for this.

  I pull it off. He untucks my shirt and unbuttons it, kissing my neck.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” he whispers to me. He gets my blouse unbuttoned and pulls it open, palming my breasts before taking the blouse and tossing it on the floor. “You’re fucking sexy and capable.”

  “Shut up,” I say.

  He smirks and bites my lower lip before kissing my throat and teasing my nipples with his tongue.

  “You’re just pissed you have to do whatever I say.”

  I roll my eyes. “You think so?”

  “I know so. You don’t like being told what to do. You’re still just a rebellious little girl at heart.”

  “Asshole. You don�
��t know me at all.”

  “Oh, I think I do. I think you’re soaking wet right now just thinking about fucking your boss on his desk.”

  “Fucking… my boss?”

  “That’s right. Fucking your boss.” He unbuttons my pants and slides his hand down the front. He passes my panties and I feel him cup my warm, wet pussy. “Soaked already,” he whispers in my ear before kissing me.

  His fingers rub my clit and slide inside. I groan and push myself against him tighter. His fingers work my pussy, my clit, driving me wild. I feel my heart hammering in my chest, a deep and booming throb as pleasure courses through my whole body.

  God, this is what I needed. I don’t care what he says, what he whispers. I needed this touch so badly it’s driving me insane.

  “Okay, asshole,” I whisper in his ear. “You think you know me so well?”

  I step back and yank down his pants. He smirks as I pull his boxer briefs off, standing up off his desk. I drop to my knees and take his hard cock in my hand.

  I stroke him slowly before taking him in my mouth. I love his taste and how huge he is. I can barely fit him in my mouth, but I push on anyway, trying to take as much of him into my throat as I can.

  I gag and look up at him, taking a deep breath and stroking his wet shaft.

  He smirks down at me, runs his fingers through my hair and grabs it tight. “You think you can surprise me?” he asks. “You think sucking my cock is a huge surprise? Avery, every day you stare at me, wondering when you’ll get to feel me in your throat again. You’re practically begging me to fuck you with those pretty eyes of yours.”

  “Asshole,” I say. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “I know exactly what I’m talking about, sweet Avery.” He grabs my hair tight, pulling my head back. I gasp but keep stroking his huge, rock-hard cock. “You love this. You love getting your hair pulled, your mouth stretched open. You stayed late because you want to feel my cock deep between your legs.”

  “No,” I whisper.

  “Liar.” His smirk drives me wild.

  He pushes me forward and I take him into my mouth again. I suck him hard and fast, pissed off that he thinks he knows me so well, and even more pissed off that he’s totally right.

  I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I want is this man, his cock in my mouth, his lips on my pussy. I want to feel him lick and suck me until I come so hard, I can barely breathe.

  But most of all, I want him to fuck me.

  He pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard. He tugs my pants down and slides my panties off, slapping my firm ass. He moves around and pushes me down over his desk, bending me over and kneeling behind me.

  I look over my shoulder as he licks me from behind, ass spread wide. His tongue slides inside my pussy and licks my clit, sending waves of pleasure and desire rolling through my body.

  He stands back up, hard cock in his hand. He grabs my hair and pulls me back against him.

  “Tell me this is what you want,” he whispers in my ear.

  “Please,” I say. “I want it so badly.”

  “If you want it badly enough, you’ll do something for me.”

  “What? Anything.”

  He cups my face and pulls my chin around, over my shoulder, to kiss me. I moan into his kiss as his fingers tease my pussy from behind, rubbing my clit, sliding deep inside of me.

  “I need you to call me Daddy,” he whispers.

  I bite my lip, eyes wide. “Daddy.”

  “That’s right. You need me to take care of you, Avery. You don’t have a man in your life anymore, and I can tell that’s all you need to keep you happy. I’ll be that man. I’ll take care of you, give you what you need, and I’ll fuck your tight little pussy whenever you ask me nicely. Can you handle it, sweet Avery? Call me Daddy and I’ll give you more than you could ever dream of asking.”

  His cock is so hard, his fingers feel so good, and I’m bent over his desk, completely naked. His shirt hangs open, showing off his muscular chest and abs, and I can’t help myself.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper. “Please, Daddy.”

  His eyes blaze with desire. He pushes me down and spanks my ass hard.

  “Good girl,” he says. He spanks me again, even harder. “Say it again.”

  “Daddy,” I moan. “Why are you spanking me?”

  “Because you’ve been so fucking bad,” he says. He spanks me harder. “You fight me at every turn. But not right now. Tonight, you’re going to obey.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moan as he presses his cock against my pussy.

  I can feel his size, his girth, his enormous cock pressing against me. I have a brief second to wonder if I can even take him, but he doesn’t wait and he’s not gentle.

  He thrusts his cock deep inside of my pussy and I throw my head back to moan.

  He grabs my hair and pushes himself inside. I’m so wet, and his cock is still covered in my spit, that he easily slides inside of me. I groan, rolling my hips, shocked that a cock like this can even fit inside my tight little pussy.

  “That’s right,” he purrs. “Wiggle those hips. Take that cock. Can you feel your new Daddy filling you up?”

  “Oh, god,” I moan. “I can feel it, Daddy.”

  He starts to thrust slowly. His hand grabs my hair, standing me back up. I lean forward on my elbows as he teases my breasts and nipples, cock pumping in and out, slowly but rough.

  I push back against him. Pleasure and pain and desire all mix and mingle and drive me completely wild. I feel like I’m in a frenzy, his big cock fucking me, his muscular body taking me, and that word keeps ringing in my ears…

  Daddy. My new Daddy.

  I know this is so wrong. I know it’s messed up.

  But he’s my first Daddy.

  He fucks me faster. I moan and roll my hips and push back against him. I feel sweat on my skin as we work together, bodies writhing, his cock fucking me deeper and rougher. He spanks my ass hard, palm flat against my skin, and I moan. I can’t help myself. I’ve never moaned like this in my life, but with my Daddy, I feel like I can finally let myself go wild.

  He pulls me back against him and kisses me over my shoulder. His other hand finds my clit and rubs me while I work my hips and bounce back against him. I bounce along his big cock, taking him deep inside of me, moaning and panting and breathing hard as the sweat rolls down my skin.

  We fuck like that for what feels like forever. His cock thrusts inside of me, hands on my hips, my breasts, my clit. It’s driving me wild and I don’t know how long I can take it. I feel like I’m going to come over and over and over again, but whenever I get too close, he slows down and purrs in my ear.

  “Not yet, my sweet Avery,” he says. “I’m not through with you just yet.”

  He teases me, strings me along. I beg him, whisper his name, over and over. “Daddy, oh, god, Daddy. You have to keep fucking me. Please, Daddy.”

  Finally, he turns me around to face him and lifts me up onto the desk like I weigh nothing. He spreads my legs and leans over to taste my pussy. “Perfect,” he whispers before pressing his cock inside of me.

  I groan and lean my hands back behind me. He grabs my hips and fucks me like that, thrusting into my tight pussy. I wrap my legs around him and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down.

  He fucks me hard and rough and fast. I know what he wants now. I know what he’s going to do to me. He bites my nipple and kisses my neck, pulling me closer to him as he grinds his huge cock deep inside my pussy.

  “I dream about this little cunt,” he whispers to me. “I dream about your tight pussy every night. Ever since I met you, it’s been about fucking this tight little body. And now that I’m your Daddy, I’ll give you what you need. I’ll make you feel good, sweet Avery. You just have to let me fill you up.”

  “Keep going,” I pant into his ear. “Talk to me.”

  He fucks me faster. I know he can tell I’m close. “You have such a tight little pussy. You were built to get fucked
by me, girl. You were built for this big, thick cock. You need a cock like mine. You need a man like me to be your Daddy. I’m the kind of man that can fuck you rough and deep and make you come so hard you can barely breathe. You feel that, bad girl? You feel how nasty you are, how dirty you are? Keep taking that big dick. Keep moaning like you can’t help yourself. I’m going to fill you up, you dirty, filthy girl.”

  I throw my head back and moan, unable to stop myself. He thrusts hard, fucking me rough, both of us sweating, both of us moving together, pleasure rolling in waves. There’s nothing but him, his body, his voice. “Oh, fuck, Daddy,” I moan.

  The orgasm hits me like a thunderstorm. It rolls through me as I tighten up, tensing my whole body before it loosens, and I come. He groans and fucks me through it, fucks me hard, fucks me rough. He takes me like a man and I’m nothing to him, I’m clay in his hands.

  I come so hard I think I might black out for a second.

  But as it slowly ends, I feel him tense. I bite his shoulder and I feel him come inside of me. I feel his thick cum cover me, fill me, long ropes of it deep inside my pussy.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasp in his ear. I lean back, panting, sweating, glowing from the orgasm.

  He grunts, a smile on his lips. “Fuck is right,” he says. His cock is still hard as he slides himself from inside me.

  “That was, uh…” I trail off.

  He grabs my chin and kisses me. I kiss him back, a little surprised. I didn’t think he’d want to kiss after that.

  “That was good,” he whispers. “And the part about being your Daddy? I fucking meant it.”

  I stare at him, not sure what to say. His smirk, his eyes, it drives me wild.

  “You’re still an asshole,” I say, getting off his desk and getting dressed.

  “I know,” he says, laughing.

  I can’t help but smile. He’s such a cocky bastard. And as much as I hate to admit it, I love it.

  He walks me out. I stay close to him. I want to hold his hand, but I don’t let myself.

  We ride the elevator down and he kisses me until the doors ding open.

  “See you tomorrow,” he says out front.

  “See you.”

  I watch him walk off. I wonder what the hell I’m going to do.