Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight
Lexi
Two Months Later…
Iguess I know where it went wrong. It was the moment I met those dark eyes and saw that arrogant smirk. When I realised I wanted his dad more than him. When he spoke beautiful words, which I still repeat in my head, and when I realised he wanted me too. Then, every day since, every innocent touch, smile, laugh, and joke made me forget everything and everyone—including Justin.
That night, with Justin’s arm across my stomach, I couldn’t sleep, wishing it was someone else’s. So yes, I can understand why and when. It drove a wedge between us, even if Justin didn’t know why and I don’t speak about it.
I didn’t even notice when he started cheating, and honestly if I did, I don’t think I would have cared. He became a chore, someone I felt I had to be with, because he was good, kind, and sweet… But how sweet is a man who can screw another woman while you are in the next room at a party?
I didn’t find out that night, no, I found out about two days ago. And honestly, I was relieved. Shitty, but true, and when I confronted him and he broke it off, claiming I was too much work, wanting too much, I smiled. I smiled because all I felt was freedom. It was finally over.
Dumb, I know.
Maybe a part of me stayed because it was my only connection to Tyler. Maybe I stayed because I was tired of being hurt by those bad boys that I fell for so easily, with their dark eyes and panty wetting smiles. The ones who would call me hot before beautiful, and who saw my body before my smile.
It’s over.
Shouldn’t I be upset?
We were together for almost six months. One of my longest relationships for years, yet I’m unbothered. I even wished him happiness as I walked away. He had been upset, angry, and I realised he was trying to hurt me, to get a rise out of me.
Did he know, even as I lay in bed next to him at night, I was miles away?
That even before it was over, I had one foot out of the door?
Probably. I never wanted to hurt him, but I think I did, and when I think of him, I feel guilty…and, okay, slightly hurt. He was supposed to be a good guy, goddammit, and even as relieved as I am, I’m pissed he cheated. He could have dumped me, anything, but cheating? Asshole move.
I’ve been talking myself around in circles for days, vacillating from laughing to crying, from hurt to happy. And when I crash, I realise one thing—I want revenge, I want to get even.
But it isn’t until tonight that I know how. I am currently on stage, blowing kisses and winking as I hold feathers to my chest. My blonde hair is perfectly curled, and I wear only pearls beneath the feathers. The spotlight hits me so I can’t see the audience in the cosy club, but I can hear them. Their applause is thunderous, and they stomp their feet and cheer as they demand more. I bow again, gesturing at the band, and the spotlight fades. I turn to head off stage, my set done for the night, but my eyes catch on a table near the stage but in the shadows.
I freeze, my breath stopping and heart skipping a beat as I meet those dark, familiar eyes. They are locked on me, even in the dim light, and more familiar to me now than his son’s. He’s in a suit, like always. His legs are parted, and he has a scotch in his hand. As I watch, he tosses some back, and I hurry off stage.
Tyler.
What is he doing here?
Looking at myself in the mirror, I quickly slip into a dress and put on my heels, ready to do my rounds, but I can’t drag myself away from the mirror. I dab at the sweat on my made-up face, swiping my chin and around my red lips. Grabbing a cotton bud, I clean the lines of my heavily shadowed eyes before freezing. I’m wasting time, putting it off.
Big girl pants, Lexi.
Turning, I toss my hair over my shoulder and head out through the stage door. I saunter straight to him, knowing if I don’t, I will chicken out, but I have to know. Why is he here?
With every step I take closer, a feeling so strong grows within me, a fire, a desire. One that has been building for him since I first saw him, and somewhere inside, I know it will explode tonight.
But who will be left in the ashes?
To burn so bright and to feel so deeply is addictive, but when it is all over, the aftereffects will leave you weak and ruined. Tyler Phillips will ruin me. I know it, I saw it in those eyes.
But I want it.
I want to be ruined at his hands.
Broken and remade.
People reach out and congratulate me. They speak, but I don’t hear them. I smile and move on until I am before his table. “You’re magnificent,” he praises, drinking me in like always, but this time, he shutters the need in his eyes as they meet mine.
“Why are you here?” I ask, not unkindly.
He kicks out the other seat. “Sit, Angel.”
I do, and his lips quirk at that. He slides a drink to me, and I sip it—gin, ice, and lemon, my favourite. He sighs and looks around. “I wanted to see if you were okay. I spoke to Justin today.”
Licking my lips, I glance around too, unable to meet those eyes now, unsure what to say. He reaches out and grabs my arm, drawing me back. I stare down at his big hand on me and follow it up to his gaze, shivering from the intensity I see there. “Are you okay?”
I don’t answer, I’m unable to speak under all that power, and he clenches his hand almost painfully, his lips dipping unhappily. “Angel,” he warns.
“Yes and no,” I whisper, for only him to hear.
He doesn’t speak, just watches me, searching me for the truth, and it’s too much, too consuming, too sudden. I tug on my arm, and he lets it go before sitting back. I gasp in a wobbly breath when he releases me, and I raise a shaky hand to sip my drink. I lick the rim when I meet his eyes. “Is that why you’re really here? To see if I’m okay after your son broke up with me?”
He frowns but doesn’t look away. “Yes and no,” he admits, and I nod. We’re both dancing around the truth.
The reason he came, the reason he doesn’t leave. The reason I don’t walk away, the reason I lean closer.
Need.
Desire.
An urge to find out if it would be as good as my fantasies…
A forbidden whisper links us, something so wrong it’s right. And as I clench my thighs together and his hungry eyes devour me, I know. I am going to fuck Justin’s dad—
Tyler. I’m going to fuck him, taste him, and sate this desire, and once I’m feeling better and satisfied, I will walk away and this will all be a good memory to think about on occasion.
Tossing back my drink, I settle, knowing what I’m going to do. No more dancing around it, twirling with need and unspoken words. It’s now or never. Shoulders back, I smile at him, channelling all the bravery I use on stage, which helps me get my next words out.
“Meet me in the bathroom.” I stand, and with a backwards wink, I saunter through the crowd to the hallway at the back. I go into the women’s bathroom and lean into the mirror, checking my lipstick as I wait to see if he’ll follow. My heart is slamming into my chest, my hands shaking with nerves.
A moment later, the door slams open and he fills it. He looks confused, but also hungry. He knows. I step closer, and he backs up, hitting the door shut and pressing against it. I flick the lock and check that the rest of the stalls are empty.
“Ang—Lexi, what are you doing?” He frowns sternly.
“Angel? That’s what you were going to say, right?” I ask, running my hand teasingly down his chest. He captures it and squeezes, making me gasp in pain and pleasure, my pussy clenching from the power in his touch. Fuck, I can just imagine those hands clasping my hips like that, my breasts…my thighs.
His eyes are dark as he reads my intentions on my face. “You aren’t thinking clearly—”
“No, I am. Clearer than ever. I’m sick of pretending I don’t want you. I do, and we both know you want me too,” I retort, and then grin sweetly.
“Lex—” He sighs. “You are young enough to be my kid. Hell, you were dating my kid!” he snaps, but he pulls me close like he can’t help himself.
“So? Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?” I grin, and he groans, closing his eyes for a moment before they open and lock on me.
Oh, he liked that.
Pushing closer, I press up against his hard body and look up at him through my lashes. “Daddy, fuck me, right now. We both know you want to, so fuck the rules. I’m tired of being good when bad feels so much better.”
“Angel,” he grinds out, but then he doesn’t know what to say, so I step back, tug my hand free, and grab the bottom of my dress. I lift it up my thighs slightly, and his eyes track the movements, his hands balling into fists. “Stop.”
“Why?” I grin, shifting it higher and showing him that I’m bare underneath. Bare and wet. For him.
He snaps. He grabs my neck and forces me into the wall, pressing my face against it as he pushes against my back. His mouth brushes my ear as he holds me so easily in place. “You want to be a bad girl? Is that it, Angel?” he snarls as he trails his other hand up my thigh to meet my bare pussy. He cups it hard, possessively, and I grind into it. “You think you can flash me your pussy and tease me, and I won’t react? Such a bad little angel, yet I bet if I stuck my fingers in your pussy right now, you would ride them and scream, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan, pushing into his hand. “Please, Tyler.”
“Please what,” he whispers, biting my ear.
“Please, Daddy, fuck me!” I almost cry, desperation filling me. I didn’t come this far for him to walk away now. He spins me, and I instantly miss the pressure of his hand.
I pant as I stare at him. He’s fully dressed, and looks oh so dark and tempting. He watches me, running his gaze across my exposed skin. “Dress off, now.”
I swallow, and he narrows his eyes at my hesitation. “You want my cock? Dress off now, Angel.”
I do as I’m told. Wiggling my shoulders, I let the straps fall, exposing my breasts. He groans, his eyes locked on them as I grab the material at my hips and drag it down until it pools at my feet. Stepping free from the glittering fabric, wearing just my heels, I wait as he runs his eyes over me.
“I’ve been imagining you naked since the first moment I met you, but it’s nothing compared to the reality. You’re fucking stunning, Angel, too goddamn perfect, too clean for these old, filthy hands. But I don’t care. I tried to be good and let you walk away. Now you’re mine, and I’m going to have you in any goddamn way I want. Do you understand me?” he snarls, moving closer and clutching my chin harshly. “Say yes, Angel.”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, putty in his hands. Here, in the club bathrooms, he drops to his knees, and I wobble back as he grips my thighs. “Tyler—what—”
He looks up then, his dark eyes meeting mine. He’s so close to my pussy, I can almost feel his breath. “You didn’t think I was going to bend you over and be a quick fuck, did you? I’m not like the little boys you’re used to dating, Angel. You only get this cock when I’m ready. First, I have some fantasies to play out, including finding out how you taste and sound as you come on my tongue.”
He pushes me back until I hit the wall again and grabs my thighs. “Hold onto the bar,” he murmurs, and I reach up and do just that as he throws my legs over his shoulders. His big hands span my ass and squeeze as he drags my pussy to his mouth like a starving man.
There is something so wrong, so dirty and hot about him being fully clothed while I’m naked and helpless, knowing someone could walk in and see. It has me moaning at the first touch of his tongue. He doesn’t go straight for my clit, no, Tyler acts like we have all the time in the world as he parts my lips and licks along them, teasing me. Sucking in a deep breath, he groans again. “You smell delicious.” He licks me from my taint to my clit and groans again. “You taste even fucking better. I can tell I’m going to get addicted. I’d spend my fucking life on my knees between your thighs, Angel, looking at your pretty pink pussy. Are you all wet for me, Angel?”
I nod, and his grip tightens on my ass as he blows a breath across my center, making me tremble. “Words, Angel.”
“Yes! It’s for you,” I whimper, pressing to his mouth, desperate to come.
“Good girl,” he praises, and rewards me by licking me again, up and down, teasingly, tauntingly, before he suddenly flattens his tongue and presses it to my clit and hums. I almost fall forward as I cry out, my other hand reaching down, grasping his hair, and pulling him closer.
One of his thick fingers presses to my entrance, and those dark eyes roll up to meet mine as he pushes it inside me. Another soon joins it, stretching me, filling me. He curls them as he flicks my clit again and again, winding me higher. I can’t help but teeter on his broad shoulders, rocking into his mouth and fingers.
“More,” I demand.
He doesn’t reply, though, so I tug on his hair. “More, Daddy!”
He groans, and another finger joins the other two, filling me, curling and stroking my channel and all those sensitive nerves that have me bucking and calling out his name.
“I’m so close—so close,” I cry out, uncaring who hears.
He laps at me, tasting me like I’m his favourite fucking dessert. Like he can’t get enough, like his whole purpose in life is to taste my pussy.
“Please, God, please.” Words tumble from my lips unchecked as I ride his face, dragging him closer as I reach for that precipice that’s suddenly there. He throws me off it when his other thumb presses against my asshole, just pressing.
I scream my release, grinding down on his face, my thighs clamping, but I can’t stop. Waves and waves of pleasure roll through me until they finally fade and I slump. He’s still licking me with delicate strokes of his tongue, tasting my release, but I’m oversensitive.
“Again,” he demands.
I try to push him away, it’s too much, but he ignores me. “I can’t,” I almost sob, shaking hard.
“You can and you will. I didn’t come for one measly orgasm, Angel,” he snaps. “You only stop when I say enough. Not before, not ever. Got me, Angel?”
I whimper, and he sticks his tongue in my cunt, lapping at my cream like he can’t help it. “Tyler, God, please, I can’t.”
He grunts into my pussy, yanking his fingers out and slamming them back in, making me cry out. His tongue licks around them before lashing my clit, then trailing back down across my lips. He leaves no place untasted, his fingers digging into my ass so hard, I know they will leave marks.
I can’t look away from his dark head between my thighs. All these months have led to this, and now I never want it to end. The pleasure muddles my head, filling my veins, commanded…called by him.
Tyler.
Fuck, I’ll call him Daddy if he continues to fuck me this good.
He builds me back up so quickly, quicker than ever before, and throws me over that edge again with a rough demand. “Come now, Angel.”
He licks me through it as I grip him closer. My vision blackens from the pleasure, and when I blink my eyes open again, he is pulling my thighs down, his chin and lips covered in my glistening release. It looks so filthy, yet he doesn’t care, doesn’t wipe it away. Instead, he stares right at me, proudly wearing it.
Sitting back, he helps me stand, and then he lifts his three glistening fingers to the light, meets my eyes, and sucks them clean. I don’t know why that feels so dirty, especially since he just tongue fucked me in a club toilet, but it does, and I clench my thighs again, panting.
