Tyrant Daddy by Isabella Starling

Chapter 11

Willa

My mouth waters as I watch Raphael palm his growing cock. I want him inside me, but I'm too nervous to ask. Being around him makes me nervous. I've never been this jittery around guys my age, but something about Raphael makes all my hairs stand on end.

I tentatively touch my fingers to my pussy, gently rubbing myself a little closer with every stroke. I can feel Raphael's eyes drinking in every inch of my body. As embarrassed as I feel, I don't feel the urge to cover up. I want him looking at me. I want his mouth watering, too.

"That's right, trouble," Raphael mutters. "Do you like how hard I'm getting for you?"

"Yes," I whisper. "Jerk it for me, Daddy."

He groans at his nickname. "Do you call anyone else by that name?"

I shake my head, telling the truth for once. "Just you."

"Good." His grip tightens and I watch in wonder as the head of his cock grows redder. "I don't want you to. Ever. Now show off my pussy for me."

"You don't own it."

"I don't?"

I hesitate, biting my lower lip before shaking my head no.

"Who does, then?"

"I do."

He laughs out loud at this. "Sure, trouble."

I stop touching myself and glare at him. "What?"

"You don't even want control over your own pussy, do you, Willa?" he asks in a throaty voice. "You want me to take over. Make everything easier for you. Wouldn't it be easier not to decide when you touch and come?"

His words are hypnotizing, and I find myself nodding at all those questions that are simultaneously making me blush. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl."

There they are again, those two little words that always make me weak at the knees. Except tonight it's not bad – in fact, I fucking love this feeling. Being praised has never felt better.

My fingers have found their way back between my legs, quickly rubbing my sensitive clit into an orgasm that makes my toes curl as I moan out all my frustrations.

"Did you just come?" Raphael's stormy eyes glare as he jerks his cock. "Without permission?"

"I... I didn't think you were serious," I stutter, coming down from the waves of pleasure.

"I don't joke about your pleasure, trouble. I was going to fill you up, but just for that, you can lick my load off the floor."

"What?" I snap, as he takes a step forward, placing my hands on his cock. My fingers tremble. I can't even put them together around his cock, he's too thick.

"Jerk me off, Willa," he demands. "I want to come. As fast as you can't, and don't fucking stop."

I bite my tongue. I want to argue with him, but I also want his load. My mouth waters even more as I watch his cock throb with the need to unload all over me. I stroke him with curiosity, trying to see the reactions my touch elicits from his dick. Once I find something he really likes, I repeat it, fast, then slow, then fast, then slow again. I can tell it's driving him crazy.

I thought he'd fight me on this, wouldn't let me control how he comes.

But Raphael seems to love it, though he’s glaring at me with a look I'm almost afraid of.

"Fuck," he grunts. "I'm going to fucking come."

I greedily kneel in front of him, but he grabs my throat and holds me at arm's length. I struggle but achieve nothing, glaring at him.

"I told you, you're being punished," Raphael gets out through gritted teeth. "Watch it spurt on the floor."

"No."

"Yes." He jerks his cock fast then points it to the floor as creamy ropes of cum shoot to the hardwood. He comes with a pained expression, and I struggle against him to drink it right from his cock. But his grip on my throat tightens, hurting me, and I claw at his fingers as he leans down and steals a kiss from my parted lips.

Before I can react, it's over. Raphael pulls back and exhales, pointing to the puddle on the floor. "Good job, trouble. There's your prize, if you want it, of course."

He smirks at me and I hate myself as I hungrily lap up his load off the hardwood. I can't help it as I lick up every last drop. This is what he's turned me into.

Raphael picks me up in his arms and places me on his desk. His fingers find my pussy and before I can stop him, his mouth joins in. Another orgasm wracks my body and I’m moaning for more all over again.

While I recover on the desk, he kisses my cheek and disappears into the men's room.

I shut my eyes and force myself not to go to that bad place that's always waiting for me.

The one that tells me I'm worthless. Nothing. That a man like Raphael, handsome, successful, charming, could never feel a thing for a piece of trash like me. My bottom lip wobbles but I manage to hide it from him as he walks back out, gently wiping down my tired body with a warm cloth.

‘Good girl,’ he says and his words make me smile.

After, he offers me one of his shirts he keeps in his office and I belt it with one of his spare belts. We pull two armchairs together and cuddle, watching the skyline outside.

"So, what do you think, Willa?" Raphael whispers into the shell of my ear. "Will you let me control you? Let me decide when you have pleasure?"

"I want to," I murmur back.

"So say you will."

"I will, Daddy."

I feel his cock throb against my ass and I giggle, settling into his embrace. I've never felt this safe in my life.

"Why do you like it when I call you Daddy?" I ask, snuggling into Raphael's chest.

He seems surprised by my question though it doesn't faze him; he answers right away, saying, "It makes me feel important to you. Like you know I won't just fuck you until you cry. Like you also know I'll take care of you no matter what. You don't like it?"

"I do." I look up at him, admiring his chiseled jaw and the faint hint of stubble. I think he mentioned he shaves every day, but by nighttime, his beard is already coming through. He's so very handsome. "It makes me feel the same way. I don't think it's weird at all."

"Me neither, though it's not for everyone," he says. "It used to turn me on so much... It never meant as much as it does now, though."

My heart skips a beat, but as if realizing what he's just said, Raphael clears his throat and absentmindedly kisses my bare shoulder.

"Anyway, trouble. I need to tell you something."

"What's that?"

I can tell whatever he's about to say is troubling him, and he finally groans, pulling me up with him so I'm straddling his lap. I place my arms around his shoulders and tilt my head to the side.

"Tell me, Daddy."

"Don't hate me for not telling you sooner, Willa, but I... I actually know your parents."

I pale and blush at the same time. "Oh?"

He nods. "Dove and Nox, right?"

I nod, feeling flush with embarrassment. "How do you know them?"

"Your... mother never mentioned me?"

I dig through years of memories, but there's nothing. No Raphael. I shake my head. I can tell this hurts him, but I don't understand why.

"So, you know Dove," I say.

"I know them both, like I said, though I'd say your father probably isn't the biggest fan of me."

"Why's that?" My heart beats into overdrive anticipating an answer I already know I don't want to hear. "Did you and Dove used to date or something?"

His silence speaks volumes and I groan, picking myself up from his lap. I start pacing the room in front of Raphael.

"Fuck, I should've known. You're just doing this to be closer to her. I should've known all you want is to get Dove, not me. I'm so stupid, so fucking stupid."

I bump against Raphael, not having noticed he'd come to stand in front of me. He takes my hands and pulls me in closer.

"You're not stupid," he says calmly. "And I don't want Dove. In fact, meeting you has made me sure of that fact. I want you, Willa. Only you."

I swallow the lump in my throat and manage a weak smile. "But... why has she never mentioned you?"

"Because she probably wants to forget I ever existed," Raphael mutters. "We didn't have the best ending to our relationship. She always picked Nox over me."

I nod. "So Nox hates you."

"Oh, definitely," Raphael laughs. "And he'll hate me even more when he finds out about us."

"You want to tell him?"

"I think we should." Raphael kisses the top of my head. "Look, the night is over before we know it. I should take you home anyway. I, er... kind of let Nox know you were up to no good when you didn't show."

"You what?"

"I didn't know if you were safe," Raphael mutters. "And I was right, trouble."

"Fuck. Nox is going to kill me." I run my hands through my hair, worried about the stand-off I'm bound to have with my parents. "Maybe I'll never go home at all. It's not like anyone would miss me."

"Oh, come on." Raphael sits down and pats his knee. I follow his gesture and sit on his lap, burying my face in the crook of his arm. "They both love you, Wills. That much is obvious even to me."

"They don't," I mutter miserably. "They have their own happy little family. They have no use for me."

"I don't think that's true. You should talk to them, trouble."

"I don't want to," I mumble. "I want to stay with you."

"Well, I'm the one who started this fire, so I should put it out, too," Raphael says resolutely, capturing my wrists with gentle fingers. "Come on, Willa, I want to take you home. We need to sweep this under the rug once and for all. I want your parents to know about us."

"They probably won't even care."

"I think you're wrong again, trouble," he laughs out loud. "Come on, let's get you home and into your bed."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. "Nox is going to lose his shit when you bring me back. I'm tempted to just move in with you and never go see them again."

"You're not serious, Willa, you love them and they love you." He buttons up a fresh shirt and I realize people are starting to come into the office building, their curious eyes finding us through the glass doors of Raphael's office.

Dressed only in Raphael’s shirt that barely covers my ass, I feel shame burning my cheeks as we exit the office. The woman at the reception desk is polite, almost afraid of Raphael. She only sneaks one glance at me, but I can tell she's amused.

It makes me wonder about so much – like Raphael's fiancée.

Does this mean I'm now his sidepiece, or will he break up with that woman I've seen in pictures with him?

Selfishly, I hope he won't stay with the pretty, older blonde. I want him for myself and I can't bear the thought of losing Raphael to some woman I obviously can't compare to.

All these thoughts and more circle my head as Raphael straps me into the passenger seat and begins the drive to my house. I don't say a word the whole ride over. By the time he pulls up on our cul-de-sac, I see two police cars up front along with Nox in his robe, and I know I'm fucked.

"Last chance to change your mind." I grab Raphael's arm, pleading with him. "Please. I really don't know if I can deal with this right now."

"You want to go?" he asks softly.

But by then it's too late.

Nox has spotted the car, and he's coming over wearing a thunderous expression.

Suddenly, I'm no longer afraid for myself.

I'm terrified of what my father will do to my sugar daddy...