Tyrant Daddy by Isabella Starling

Chapter 10

Raphael

I stare up into Willa’s face, feeling a cocktail of emotions.

I’m angry, yes. Angry because of the prick that hurt her in the past, but he will never get his filthy paws on my girl again. Not after Dylan’s done with him.

I’m also disappointed something this shitty had to happen for her to come and find me.

But now is not the time or place to get mad at my girl. I need to make her feel safe and wanted. I can tell how shaken up she is from what happened; her hands are trembling on her lap and her eyes are wildly flitting across the room, looking for a way to get out in case she has to.

And then there’s something else – something I’ve been doing my best to ignore.

My cock is still hard from watching her video earlier. I never got to finish. Keeping my composure around the object of my obsession is going to be really fucking hard. I’m already fighting a battle with myself, trying not to bend her over my desk and bury my cock to the hilt in her sweet pussy while she begs me to stop.

I shake my head to get the thought out, picking myself up from the floor and pacing the room in front of her.

“Do you want a drink, something to eat?” I ask her, my caretaking role instantly taking over. “You did eat today, didn’t you?”

She nods weakly. “I ate. It’s fine. I’m not hungry. I just... I just don’t want to go home yet. Can I stay here for a while?”

Battling with myself, I try to come up with an answer. I shouldn’t say yes, shouldn’t encourage her to spend more time with me. Especially after having called Nox – Willa will hate me once she finds out about that. She still doesn’t know about my connection with her parents, either.

“Yeah, you can stay.”

The words leave my lips before I can rethink them. There’s no time to regret what I’ve said either, as Willa throws her arms around my neck and holds me close. I inhale her scent – sweet cherries and dark chocolate. She’s so fucking intoxicating it makes my head spin.

"Thank you." Willa's bottom lip trembles as she makes eye contact with me. "I'm so grateful."

My heart breaks for her. She has nothing to be grateful for. I'm a possessive prick that only wants her to stay so I can tether her to myself even more. I'm eager to make her as addicted to me as I am to her. I want to keep her on a leash, only letting her walk as far as I can see her. I want to fucking own her.

I busy myself by bringing over a tumbler of whisky for myself and a Coke for Willa. She sips at her drink quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. I've already decided not to bring our deal up, but she surprises me by setting her drink down and giving me a determined look.

"I know I still owe you."

"You don't need to worry about that right now."

"But you paid me for it."

I exhale and stare at her. "Do you even want to fuck me, Willa?"

She nods eagerly.

"I just don't think tonight is the night. You've been through too much already."

Then, two words rip themselves from her lips, hitting me right in the balls.

"Please, Daddy?"

I groan, running a hand through my hair. I can't even look at her. I'm already eager to strip her naked, see if that bastard left a single mark on her so I have an excuse to kill him.

"Please don't say no to me..."

Willa drops to her knees before me and starts crawling, coming to a stop in front of my feet. I still can't bring myself to look at her, too fucked up by the thoughts of what I want to do to her.

"Please don't say no to me," she repeats in a soft, small voice. "I'll do anything you want."

I force myself to look into her eyes. She stares back as I mutter, "Leave."

"What?" That cute little pout is back on her face, along with a pair of scowling blue eyes. "You want me to go?"

"It would be for the best."

"Because I'm too young?"

"Because..." I hesitate. "This can never be what I want it to be."

"Which is?" Now there's a smile tugging on the corners of her lips and she's grinning like the cat that got the cream. "You want us to be together?"

"That's impossible."

"You didn't answer my question, Daddy. Do you want us to be together?"

I don't answer. Instead, I get up from my chair and stare at the city skyline beneath us. My reflection stares back. I wonder if he knows the right answer. I wonder if he knows what I should do in this case.

"Why don't you take your clothes off," I finally mutter, watching Willa's reflection as she instantly gets to her feet strips out of her outfit. She stands behind me in a pair of fishnet tights and nothing else. I turn around. Her feet are bare, the toenails painted a mermaid blue and purple color. She's so young, so beautiful it scares me. And the worst part is knowing who she belongs to. Dove and Nox – two people whose paths I swore myself I'd never cross again.

"If you want me to fuck you," I tell her. "You're going to have to beg me for it."

She smiles slyly, clasping her hands together in front of her naked tits and batting those long lashes at me.

"Please, Daddy, don't you want to fuck me?"

"That, trouble," I grunt, “is how a princess begs. Are you a princess, Willa? Or are you my little whore?"

She swallows, and I watch with a sick satisfaction as her gaze grows hungrier with the need to please me.

"I want to be your little whore, Daddy. Please, fuck me."

"More," I demand. "Debase yourself for me. I want to hear your desperation. Admit to me what a desperate little piece of meat you are for my cock. That I can do anything I want to your sweet holes. Tell me you're nothing but a sugar baby for Daddy."

Her gaze darkens and I can tell I've offended her – not that I give a shit. I need to break this illusion she's built in her pretty little head about us being together as a couple.

Because it can never happen.

"Please, Daddy, fuck your little slut. Show me what your cock feels like in every single hole," Willa whispers, sitting down on the floor and throwing her legs open, the pink lips of her pussy pouting through the fishnet. "I want you right here, Daddy. I want your cum hitting me when you finish, I want to massage it into my pussy, please..."

I exhale, slow and steady, to force my body to relax. My cock is pulsating, pressing painfully against the fabric of my pants. My hand is fisted in my pocket while I run the other through my hair. This won't end well for sweet little Willa. She's waking up the beast me, and I don't think she's going to like him. He'll fucking devour her.

"Taste yourself," I order her. Obediently, Willa's fingers dip between her pussy lips and she sucks them into her mouth loudly. "What does it taste like, trouble?"

She pops the fingers out, seductively saying, "It tastes like a desperate whore, Daddy."

"Come here and suck my dick." I pull the belt out of my pants and unzip. "Hurry up, trouble, I want to feel that mouth on my cock."

She crawls over, eagerly grabbing my cock and forcing it down her throat. She gags on my length, but seems determined not to stop this time. She sucks and moans around my dick like she's already picked up some new tricks. I'm getting harder by the second, the release I'm fucking craving feeling so close and yet so far as Willa works her pretty lips and tongue on my cock.

I let myself get close.

Dangerously close.

I let her bring me to the brink of orgasm, close enough that one more lick would have me erupting into her mouth. But at the last second, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her off me. I lift her up and place her on my desk, spreading her legs as she writhes on the wood.

I part her legs and she yelps when I rip the fishnet tights away from the pretty pussy that's got my head all kinds of fucked up.

"Now it's my turn to taste you."

I lower my mouth against her body, inhaling her scent. Sweet cherries and dark chocolate hit me again like the blend of the most exquisite perfume ever made. I lick her pussy lips, lapping up her juices. And fuck me, she tastes divine.

Pure innocence mixed with kinky desire. She's at both ends of the spectrum, like a metronome, switching between one and the other. One second I'm overwhelmed with the need to protect her, while the next I'm eager to bury my cock in one of her holes.

I part her lips and dip inside and taste more and more of her sweet juices. She drips against my tongue and I have my fill of her, swirling my tongue and bringing her closer to an orgasm I've already decided she can't have.

But despite being preoccupied by her cunt, I can still tell Willa is resisting, not wanting to give in fully. So I pinch her clit between my fingers and smirk at her face as she gasps repeatedly.

"Do you want to come?" I demand in a low voice.

"Yes, Daddy," she breathes.

"Then give me everything." I pinch harder, making her writhe on the desk below. "Give up every last bit of control you have over your body. Give it over to me. Let me control you. Let Daddy decide everything."

"Fuck," she whispers. "Please, don't make me."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I... I'm afraid what's going to happen when I let go."

I let go of her clit and cage her face in my hands. "Why?"

"What if..." She chews her bottom lip nervously, her hands coming to rest on mine. "What if you push me too far? What if I never come back?"

"What do you mean, trouble?"

"Forget it."

"No."

"Yes."

"No." I glare at her. "Tell me what you're so afraid of."

"Getting lost in it," she whispers. "In you."

"I won't make you give up anything," I mutter. "You can be everything you've ever wanted. At my side."

"But you don't want us to be together." Her voice breaks over the words, making me curse inwardly.

"I do," I admit, the confession sending alarm bells ringing. "But there's something you don't know."

"You're engaged."

"Not for long. Something else. The thing is, Willa, I know –"

"No, please." Her hands leave mine, palms covering her ears. "Don't tell me, I don't want to know. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me yours. I want to feel safe and happy again before I know what it is."

Fighting an internal battle, I curse out loud this time. What the fuck am I supposed to do? It's already wrong I'm keeping all these secrets, but she says she doesn't want to know... And I can barely think straight with her naked, enticing body at the touch of my fingertips.

"Fine," I hiss. "I'll tell you after. But you'll do something for me, too."

"Yes, Daddy." She smiles eagerly. "Whatever you want. Just tell me."

"You're going to play with yourself," I tell her. "And I'm going to play with my cock. And you won't stop coming until I've splattered my load all over you."