Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight

Lexi

Ihaven’t heard from Tyler all day, so when he arrives to pick me up from work, I’m pleasantly surprised. I kiss him hello, but he just helps me into the car, and all the way home he white knuckles the wheel, not even looking at me.

When we reach his house, and he helps me out before heading through to the kitchen and dropping into a chair at the table with his head in his hands, I know something is wrong. Something bad. An icky feeling starts in my stomach as I stand in the darkened doorway watching him.

“Tyler?” I whisper, and he flinches but doesn’t look at me.

Oh God, is he breaking up with me? Or worse?

My legs shake, but I force myself to cover the distance. Unable to stand, I drop to my knees at his feet. My heart is pained, and my lungs are tight, making it difficult to breathe as I suck in desperate little breaths. My lips tremble, and tears blur my vision. I know what’s coming, he’s going to leave me.

Normally I would end it first and be gone…but I don’t want to lose Tyler. I love him, which is something I never thought possible. Something I have never experienced. He makes me happy. He makes my heart soar, and I was just starting to imagine a future with him. No, this can’t be it, it can’t be over.

I’ll beg if I need to, I’ll use my body to prove he still wants me, still needs me. Whatever it takes, I can’t lose my daddy. I just can’t. He’s the air I need to breathe, and faced with the possibility of this being over…

I realise just how fucking much I need him. I don’t want to walk this world alone. Not ever again. I want our lazy Sundays in each other’s arms, and slow, drugging kisses and exploring, teasing touches. I want his laughter. I want his mind and his comfort. I want his pride and his love. I want his kindness, his determination. I want to see the way he sees the world. I want his texts and his dirty promises, his thick, strong hands holding me close. I want his affection like I’m the only one he has ever loved. As if my body is his drug and he’s an addict.

I want him, all of him. Tyler Phillips is mine, and if he thinks this is over now, he has another thing coming.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, leaning forward and grabbing his hands.

He swallows and looks at me with fear in his eyes. Fear like I’ve never seen before. He’s always so strong, so sure.

“Talk to me,” I beg.

“Angel,” he whispers, reaching out and cupping my cheek. That one soft touch undoes me, and I press closer, plastering my body across his, trying to keep him against me.

One touch, and he destroyed me.

One scared, sorrowful look, and the future I was crafting in my mind drops to the floor and shatters.

“Please, please,” I implore, forcing myself between his legs. I kiss his cheek, moving across to his lips. “Please,” I murmur against them before kissing him. I try to show him how good we are together, how much he needs me, but he doesn’t kiss me back, and my lips tremble as a tear drips down my cheek. I drag them back and forth, attempting to entice him, trying to burn the feel of him into my very bones.

“Lexi,” he beseeches, and grabs my arms, pushing me back slightly so I can’t kiss him anymore.

“Tell me. We can fix it, whatever it is, just don’t do this,” I demand, pressing my forehead to his.

“Angel…do what?” he murmurs in confusion.

“Leave me, please don’t leave me.” I blink and close my eyes, hiding my tears, hiding my weaknesses. My body shakes from the force of my heartbreak. “I love you. I love you so much, I’ll do anything.”

He groans and pulls me into his lap, wrapping me in his big, strong arms, and even if he wants to leave me, even if he doesn’t want me, I’ll take it. I’ll take the scraps of his attention and love.

“I’m never leaving you, Angel,” he growls, and the words rock my world… Then what? He pulls away and forces me to look at him. His eyes harden. “Look at me, Lexi,” he orders. I do as I’m told, and he grips my chin harder. “Never. Do you understand me, Angel? You are mine forever. If I need to put you on your knees right here to remind you of that, I will.”

My pussy clenches at his declaration, and my lips part as his eyes drop to my mouth. “Please,” I whisper, unsure if that’s what I need, but maybe it is, maybe he always knows before I do. I need to be reminded he’s mine, to see that weakness I create in him. To see him crying out my name as he takes my mouth.

As he stains my skin and soul with his touch.

I need him to prove he isn’t going anywhere before my chest cracks any further. He sees it in my eyes, his own darkening, and his muscles clench as I feel his cock hardening beneath me.

He pinches my chin and forces my lips open as he kisses me hard before ripping away. “Knees now, Angel,” he demands, his voice rough and filled with desire. Controlling me, he pushes my head down, and I slip from his lap to the floor, my knees jarring at the impact. The slight pain forces the one in my heart away.

Each touch, each look pushes it back, replacing it with this.

Desire.

Dragging my hands up his thighs, I unbuckle his trousers and pull out his hard cock, palming it as he watches me with those dark eyes. Night fills the room, barely illuminating us, the shadows wrapping around us like a lover’s embrace.

It mirrors that day so many months ago where he kneeled before me, forcing me to see myself as he saw me. Only then, we were still fighting this, and now, arousal licks through me so strong, I gasp. My body always reacts to him, leaning into him like a flower does the sun. He’s my strength and he’s my weakness.

He’s my boyfriend, but he’s more than that.

He’s my daddy.

“No teasing. Suck my cock like a good little girl. Until you remember whom you belong to, whom you will always belong to. This mouth—” He taps it with his cock as his hand strokes down my hair. “Those breasts, that sweet little pussy, it’s all mine, and if I need to fill each hole and drench you in my cum to make you realise that, I will,” he snarls. His fingers thread through my hair, tugging me down to his hard cock.

He’s controlling me, taking away my struggle and all those hesitations and unsure, whirling thoughts, and replacing them with the strongest thing of all.

This.

Us.

Our desire, our love.

I open my mouth and suck him down, swallowing him to the base before rolling my eyes up. He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls out and slams back into my mouth, making me gag slightly as tears fill my eyes, but for a different reason this time.

“This is the only time you will ever cry for me. Understood, Angel? With my thick cock in your mouth, reminding you who owns you. Who loves you. Never any other time. I will kill anyone who puts them there. I will destroy any doubts you have,” he vows, his eyes determined. This is more than about pleasure.

This is about proving his devotion to me.

His neck is corded, his thighs parted so he can lift up and slam into my mouth again and again, forcing me to focus on him. I just hold on and take what he has to offer, accepting him and feeling his desire for me in each hard inch of his cock, each drip of his cum down my throat, filling me up with his love until nothing else exists.

My pussy clenches in longing, my cream dripping and wetting my knickers, until I’m grinding on the floor for any type of release. But I won’t get one. He keeps me on that edge, not even allowing himself his own release as he drives into my mouth.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarls.

I whimper around his cock, sucking him deeper, and he narrows his eyes. “Lexi, I asked you a fucking question. Who do you belong to?”

I pull my mouth free, saliva dripping between his cock and my mouth as I swallow rapidly and sit taller under his gaze. Some might wither, some might think the control we have over each other is too much, but it empowers me. This big, dangerous man is all mine, and I am all his.

“You, you, you,” I whisper, and he nods.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “There’s my angel. I lost you for a moment, never do that again. I don’t want to see those doubts in your eyes again, not ever. If I do, I will march you straight outside and fuck you in front of everyone until you and they realise who you are to me, Angel. Understood?”

I nod, reaching desperately for his cock with my mouth.

He holds me off of it for a moment, teasing me as I lick my lips, craving the feel of him in my mouth, experiencing and tasting his release. Only when he’s sure I understand what he’s saying does he drag me back down. I open my mouth and hold on as he gives up fighting his release.

Using my hair, he guides me back and forth on his cock, fucking my mouth like he does my pussy until, with a groan, he explodes. He thrusts deeper, forcing his cock and cum down my throat as I swallow and swallow until he pulls free. I fall back panting, my lips and cheeks hurting, but love fills my heart.

Those doubts disappear. I’m still his, he’s still mine. Nothing is coming between that.

He slips to the floor and pulls me into his arms. “I love you, Angel, always. Never doubt that or us again,” he murmurs, kissing my head.

“What’s wrong then?” I query, leaning into his chest as he cuddles me on the floor of the kitchen. He strokes along my back and pulls me into his lap, holding me so sweetly, it’s at odds with how he just fucked my mouth.

He sighs and kisses my head, like he can’t bring himself to say the next words. “Justin, he came here last night with a threat. I told him to leave, I disowned him. Next time he comes near you, you will call the police, understood?”

I nod, even as my heart races. “What was the threat?”

He hesitates again, and I lift my head.

“Daddy?”

“A video of us fucking,” he snarls. “He got it off the garage camera. If I don’t break up with you, he’s going to release it to try and ruin our reputations.”

My mouth drops open as I blink. “Well, shit.”

He nods and looks at me. “I didn’t know what to do. If you want to leave, I understand—”

I cover his lips, seeing his worry then. He was scared I would leave him too. Both of us are so worried that we didn’t stop to look at the truth. “Never,” I reply vehemently. “I don’t give a fuck about my reputation. Hell, I’m a singer in a burlesque club, people already judge me. This will only add to that. But, Tyler, what about your job, your family?”

“You’re my family, Angel, you’re my only priority. I can deal with anything else that happens or comes at us, just as long as you’re by my side. Sure this is what you want?” he asks.

“Always,” I whisper, and lean into his chest to kiss him. “Whatever happens, we deal with it together.”

“Then I guess we should go public and stop the rumours before they even start. I’m tired of hiding you like a dirty little secret, Angel, when you are anything but.” He sighs and pulls me closer.

I feel the thrumming of his heart and snuggle against him. Together, we can deal with this together.

“Let’s do it, let’s show them all,” I whisper.

* * *

We’re no longer hiding.

No longer restraining ourselves from touching, kissing, or teasing. Our relationship is public, and it feels good. It has only been one night, and we haven’t really been anywhere, but knowing I can touch him whenever I want to, that everyone will know he’s mine, is freeing.

We decide to have breakfast outside. It’s a lovely day, and we sit at the little table. Me in his shirt and shades, him in his shorts and nothing else. We hold hands, our legs are entwined, and we both wear smiles on our faces.

A few of the neighbours stare, and one even makes a rude comment. We ignore them. Let them think what they want. I don’t care. In fact, when that same neighbour insists on glaring at us while he’s cutting the hedge near us, I lean into Tyler. With his eyes locked on the man, Tyler’s face is to the side, so I grab it, turn him, and kiss him. He groans and grips my face to deepen it, but I slowly pull away, licking my lips as I stare at the man.

His mouth drops open, his face turns red, and he quickly rushes inside, making me laugh. Tyler grins at me and leans back in his chair, and I can’t resist, I run my hand up his thigh and over his cock through his shorts. His eyebrows rise and his lips tip up, even as I feel his cock hardening under my touch.

“I think you showed him enough, Angel, but if you would like me to do a display as well, I suggest you get your beautiful ass on that table and spread those thighs so I can lick that pussy for them to see,” he comments conversationally, not even lowering his voice.

The thought sends a spark of desire swirling through me, and I wiggle on my chair as my pussy heats and clenches, my clit starting to throb as I imagine him doing just that. His eyes narrow, and he grips my hand where it rests on his rigid cock. “Is that what you want, Angel? All these nosy bastards watching me make my girl come so hard she screams?”

He leans in and licks the shell of my ear before biting the lobe and licking back up. “See that sweet young cunt of yours dripping for me, your daddy?”

“Yes, God, please,” I beg, leaning into him, plastering my breasts on his arm. He undoubtedly feels my hard nipples that are begging for his lips and teeth, for his special brand of pleasure which he imprints on my skin.

“Will you come for me, Angel?” he purrs, his hand slipping up the shirt. “Will you ride my face and come all over it?” His hand slips higher, cupping my pussy as I hungrily part my legs for him. I’m wet as hell already, imagining him licking me out here with the sun kissing my skin, his fingers inside me, and anyone being able to see us, watch us, even get off on it. “You want to be watched? Want them to see me fucking you? See me showing those boring old fucks how well I claim this?”

I nod, closing my eyes as I rub against his hand. I bite down on my lip and try to stop, but a little moan escapes anyway. “Tyler…” I whisper, my voice hoarse and coated in desire as he fuels me with his words. And yet he has barely touched me. That’s how easily this man decimates me, controls me, and dominates me, and I love every fucking second of it.

His hand pulls away, his lips too after dropping a teasing, open-mouthed kiss on my pounding pulse in my neck. His eyes are dark and dangerous. His lips are thin, and his expression is hungry as he pushes back his chair. Standing, he nods his head, and I get to my feet, almost stumbling. I am that needy, that wild with this sudden desire I never knew I had.

To be watched.

He grips my hips and I feel the warmth, even through the thin material of my shirt, as he lifts me effortlessly and places me on the table. I part my legs as he sits and drags his chair closer. “Knees up,” he instructs.

Pressing the balls of my bare feet to the edge of the table, I bend my legs and show him my pussy. He rubs at the stubble on his chin, but I see the smirk there as I lean back on my hands and watch him. Chest heaving, heart racing, I wait for whatever he’s going to do.

“Pull your panties aside, let me see my cunt,” he orders.

Leaning back, I glide my hand down my body before pulling my shirt up until it lies on the top of my thighs, and then I drag my underwear to the side so he can see my glistening sex. “Look at how beautiful you are, Angel, so wet and pink.” His hands drag up my legs, parting them further until it borders on painful, as those big fingers drag down my exposed center before he lifts them away. Eyes on me, he sucks them into his mouth, grunting at my taste.

“I’m like a starving man presented with a banquet. That’s how good you taste, Angel,” he groans. “You like these knickers?”

I shake my head, unsure where he’s going, when suddenly, he grabs the knife from breakfast, throws my shirt further up, and grips the material on my hip. He slides the blade against my skin, making me shiver as it goes beneath my knickers, and with one quick slash, he cuts them free. I have to lift my hips as he pulls them away, and then they are in his hand. He shoves them into his pocket and tugs my shirt up higher.

To my belly, until my pussy is exposed for everyone to see. Closing my eyes, I drop my head back, arching my chest into the air as I pant. It feels so wrong, too fucking naughty, that I can’t even begin to describe how I feel.

I sense their eyes on us, I sense their eyes on me. It only makes my desire stronger. I feel beautiful, sexy, and powerful, and when Tyler’s fingers slide down my wet heat and slip inside my pussy, I’m taken to heaven like the angel he calls me.

His mouth is there too then, his lips closing around my clit and sucking. The force jerks my hips up as I grind into his mouth with a groan. His fingers curl inside me, dragging along my walls and the nerves there. He keeps the pressure on my clit until I reach down and tangle my hand in his hair.

“Tyler, please, please,” I beg, unsure what I’m pleading for, but it’s always more with him. He releases my clit, flicking it with his tongue over and over before dragging the flattened edge down my folds and dipping it inside me.

“Angel,” he groans against my pussy as I raise my hips and grind restlessly against his face.

“Oh, God, I’m so close, please, please,” I almost yell as his lips wrap around my clit again, this time with a hint of teeth, as his fingers fuck in and out of me. The wet sound is loud, even over the blowing of the wind. The sun beats down on me, warming my already overheated skin.

Heart slamming, belly clenching, I give my pleasure to him as he drives me higher and higher, until those fingers slam into me at the same time he bites my clit, and I scream my release for everyone to hear. I clench around his fingers and yank his head closer as I ride through the waves of ecstasy flowing through my veins.

He licks me through it, easing the sting of the bite, but it also extends my pleasure until I have to push him away, breathing heavily as my whole body shivers from the force. Sitting back, he grins at me, his lips and chin coated in my cream, and with gentle fingers, he drags my shirt back down, covering me before picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he heads inside, lax, letting him do whatever he wants. I’m still coming down from my release.

He carries me upstairs and lays me on the bed, where I just relax with a satisfied smile. He comes back with a flannel and cleans me up before climbing between my thighs and laying his head on my belly with a grin as he peers up at me. His hand grips my side, making me feel tiny and dwarfed by his huge body. Those dark eyes are so filled with happiness, I almost buzz from it as I reach down and stroke his hair.

He sighs loudly, nuzzling my stomach. “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you too,” I murmur as we just relax.

Just then, his phone rings. He groans and releases his hold on me as he pulls it from his shorts and answers it, pressing it to his ear. “Hello?” he greets lazily.

He listens for a moment, then sits bolt upright. His face pales, and his eyes fill with fear as they meet mine. “I’ll be right there, thank you,” he whispers and hangs up, staring down at the phone in shock.

Sitting up, I cover his hand with a frown. “Tyler, what’s wrong? Who was it?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, so I squeeze his hand and he jumps, blinking as he looks up at me. “The hospital. Justin was in an accident.”