Page 23 of Daddies’ Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies #19)

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H arper storms into my office in a tizzy. Oliver sent me snapshots of the documents she took from a top investor’s office. The heavy reaction and information around her father and his research troubles me, but when I see her…when I smell her arousal and see her agitation, I’m distracted.

“What have you been doing?”

Her steps falter, and she wobbles to a stop in the middle of my office, planting her hands on her hips. “What do you think I’ve been doing? Looking for who actually killed my dad.”

The stormy anger in her eyes paired with her blatant confession has emotions warring in my chest.

“We told you to leave it alone.”

She scoffs. “Like I’m going to leave it alone. He’s my dad.”

I stand, approaching her slowly. She doesn’t back down when I crowd her space. “We have it handled.”

Red infuses her cheeks, radiating heat. I want to grab her, make her hot for a million other reasons.

“It’s been more than a year.” She lands a well-placed blow.

It has been. And it still hurts. I hate that she lost her dad on my watch. That he acted without confiding in me. It’s why I can’t let her dig into this.

Her phone pings, and she turns away from me to check it. Then, it falls from her hand to the carpet.

The change stabs me with fear. I’m there to pick it up immediately and see the threatening message: He died protecting you, but now…you’re ours.

Those words send me into a rage. Heart pumping hard, hands balling into fists with the wave of violence that hits me.

After two even breaths, I grab a hold of Harper and force her to look me in the eye. “This is why we didn’t want you digging.”

“What do they mean, he died protecting me? From what?”

I drag her over to my couch and set her down, crouching in front of her.

“Protecting me from what?” Stern. Stubborn. Sexy.

“Something far bigger than one person can take down on their own.” My voice is a grumble because fuck all, I’m not just protecting her because her father was my best friend. The thought of someone laying a hand on her.

Hurting her.

I see fucking red.

Her touch at my throat, fingers loosening my tie, it calms me down.

Harper shakes her head. “Well, I’m going to find those bastards.”

Those chilly fingers find their way under my collar, against my skin, and her touch is threatening to overheat me.

It drags my thoughts to the way her tits look under that shirt. How it’s unbuttoned an extra button from my morning approval.

The pale undersides of her cheeks and bare thighs under that skirt as it rides up to her hips.

To how long the pink lasts on her skin after a good spanking.

The way she called me “Daddy.”

The things I read in her fucking diary.

I keep the reins on, and my mouth drops to hers. Kissing her is intense, a dance of dominance. One that I slowly win as she melts under me.

She grabs my jacket lapels in both hands, her body swaying toward me, her knees pressing into my hips.

Oliver told me not to let her come, and I’ll make her wait as long as I can.

But I want too much from her to not break her completely.

The soft noise at the back of her throat tightens her hold on me, and I push up her skirt and grab her by the hips. They’re so full and meaty, and I can sink my fingers into her. It’s addictive.

I adjust her so I can spread her thighs apart. Mmm. Her scent, the arousal, it drives me harder. I pull away from her mouth and draw down her white panties. God. Her innocence. Carefully covered with her attitude. It’s tantalizing.

And her pussy is sopping wet. A growl rumbles in my chest. “Look at this little pussy. It looks delicious.”

I descend upon her, devouring her core as she rewards me with a soft cry. Tasting her. Teasing her folds, sucking on her clit until she’s shaking.

When she bares down, I retreat and soak in her whimper, the way she reaches for me. I blow across her wetness.

Her adorable huff tells me I hit my mark. I’ve halted her climb to an orgasm.

I peer up at her, and her pout almost has me smiling. I hide it with a kiss to her inner thighs, and then I slide a finger into her, prodding until her breath hitches, and I’m building her up again. She’s so fucking tight.

So responsive, so willing to give into the pleasure, to give into me. All of that attitude disappears when I have her tangled up like this.

Harper is so ready to come for me. Her hips make micromovements, seeking the end we’ve both been instructed not to allow her.

“So willing to disobey us.”

“Mmm.” Her voice is strangled by her pants. “I’m not.”

I hum and lay a sucking kiss on her clit. She yelps softly, jerking under my mouth. “Oliver told you not to come until he said you could.”

She whimpers again.

“So what would you call what you’re doing right now?”

The silence spreads between us, accentuated by her ragged breaths as I find a spot that makes her core ripple around my finger. She whines again. “Trying to come.”

This time I hum against her swollen clit, making her gasp and moan. I let her get close again before I pull free of her.

“Sounds like something you should be punished for, baby girl. Don’t you think?”

A fire sparks behind her eyes before it simmers to settle into the game. This back and forth that she’ll win in the end. When I let her.

This round, I sink two fingers inside her pussy, stretching her open a little further. Because let’s face it, I’m going to fuck her before this is over, and she’ll need the prep if she’s going to take my cock.

Digits gliding in, twisting and tapping and thrusting, her pleasure coats me generously, and it takes so little time to lift her to that edge again.

Her noises of protest are weaker this time. Harper has given in, and she’s taking her punishment like a good girl.

My muscles tighten at the submission. My cock hard and throbbing and ready for me to thoroughly fuck the sense out of her. To give into the daydreams haunting me alongside the real woman pushing every damn button I have.

Testing my hard-won patience, I let her cool down a little longer, sweeping my palms over her skin until her breathing evens out. The dreaminess in her features riles me up even further. Total trust.

She’s not afraid of me. Of what I might ask of her. Of what I might do to her.

Others have given me control before. It’s almost a pre-requisite for entering my bed, but there’s always at least a hint of fear. Not that I blame them.

But not Harper. Maybe that’s why the tightness in my chest twists when I have her like this. She’s not afraid of me. Not at all.

And maybe she should be.

I descend on her again, intent on making her cry out. It takes a little longer than the last two, but she’s getting louder the closer I let her get to climax. Her cry comes right before I rip my mouth away from her.

This time, I settle her back on the couch and stand, hand already undoing my belt as she blinks at me in surprise. Disappointment?

“Get on your knees.”

She slithers off the couch, kneeling in front of me with her big, luminous eyes shining in the dim office light. Her skirt stays bunched around her waist, and she makes no move to pull it down.

I unzip my pants and take myself in my hand.

Her gaze shifts immediately, licking her lips like a fucking succubus.

I step closer. “You’re going to suck my cock, and you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”

That glint in her eyes flashes with a warning. She’ll disobey if she can.

“Hands on my thighs. No sneaky moves to make yourself come. Spread those knees.”

Harper obeys, spreading herself open and running her palms up my thighs. Mouth parted and waiting.

“Yeah, baby girl. Just like that. Now suck my fucking cock like you mean it.”

And god, she does.

Mouth open wide, her one hand replaces mine, guiding me into that wet heat. Her tongue slides over my shaft, and I watch myself disappear between those lips inch by inch until she’s taking all of me.

That’s not a small feat.

Once her mouth has full control, her palm rests back on my thigh. Good. Obedient. Practiced.

That thought has my hand sinking into her hair, tipping her head back to fit better down her throat. She briefly gags before she adjusts, eyes glazing over as I give her shallow thrusts.

“Where did you learn to suck a cock like this? How much practice do you have taking a cock down that throat? Huh?” I thrust myself into her steady and strong. Tears form in the corners of her eyes, but everything about her is relaxed, willing to take whatever I give her.

Fuck, it’s hot. My hand tightens around the mass of hair in my grip.

Complete submission. It makes me want to come like this, although I rarely do.

“You have three men take you before? Huh? Has my little brat let three men take control of your body?”

I pull out and smack her lips with the head of my cock, spreading spit across her chin. “Answer me.”

“No, Daddy.”

A demanding heat builds low in my gut. Primitive. Primal. Promising me things I shouldn’t want. Shouldn’t take.

I’m far too gone to stop now. I rub my head across her bottom lip, and her tongue peaks out to graze against my slit.

So fucking tempting. “How many cocks have you sucked?”

“Three.”

“Three?” I pause at the low number. “How often?”

Harper just grins at me then opens her mouth wide, inviting me back inside. God, she was made for this.

I can’t help myself. I fuck her mouth. Fuck her throat. Test her to see how much she can take.

She doesn’t try to push me away once. Doesn’t try to wrestle out of my grip or slow my pace. She simply takes it. Everything I give her.

When her mascara has left tracks down her cheeks and I’m so coated with her saliva that I feel like I’ve stepped into a porno, I retreat enough to mentally reset myself.

“Back on the couch. On your knees, hands on the back.”

Harper’s only hesitation is to catch her breath, reorient herself, and then she’s crawling onto the couch, giving me the most beautiful view of her ass. Her muscles still hold a faint bruising from her last spanking, and I run my hands over them.

“Look at that pretty bruised ass.” I stroke her softly and give her a light smack before I step closer to line myself up with her dripping core. The insides of her thighs are slick.

I swipe the head of my cock along her folds. “Are you ready for this?”

Her breath hitches. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fucking right answer. I push into her slowly. She’s so tight. So wet. So hot. I do my best to take her slowly, let her adjust, but when I hit bottom and she groans, writhing back onto me, I forget playing nice.

My pace is steady and strong, hands gripped around her hips as she sinks low, back arching deep.

“You like taking Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Mmm. Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck. My hips power a little harder, and her moans build, half muffled against the back of the couch.

I watch where I disappear into her, smacking hard from her arousal. Something that can’t be faked.

My touch spreads over her wide hips, massaging her muscles until her asshole starts winking at me. And I cannot help myself. I brush my thumb over that quivering muscle.

Harper hums in approval, and when I press, my thumb plunges in. I hold it there.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” I murmur to her, praising her as I dig into her a little deeper.

Her moan sets me on fire, and I fuck her harder. “Mmm. My little brat loves being full, doesn’t she?”

Breaking up her moans, she pants a small yes.

The things she’s willing to let me do to her.

It opens a path in my consciousness, and the scenarios flash behind my eyes as I try to stay in the moment, watching her ass jiggle as my hips slam into hers, wishing I could see the full swing of her breasts under her tight shirt, feeling her clamp down around me ready to milk me dry.

If I had reservations about her being able to handle the three of us, they’re gone.

“Beg me to let you come. Convince me you deserve it.”

“Please. Please, Daddy. Let me come. Your cock feels so good. Daddy, please. Please.”

White noise fills the back of my mind as my own release draws close. I give her ass another smack with my free hand.

“I want to come, Daddy. Please.”

The raw sincerity in her voice fucking breaks me. I reach around to press on her clit, working her from all angles until she shutters, fluttering around me, going boneless as I pump her full of my cum.

And like a good little girl, she takes it.