Call Me Daddy

My Dad Will Kill Us

Amelia's POV

“Fuck.” He cursed as he rubbed deeper, having me in the process of losing control.

This man was pleasuring me to ruins.

Seconds later, and I was being dragged across the hall and I had no choice but to obey. Dane was operating in long strides and I was too dizzy, too f*****g horny to think.

We reached a darker end and my back hit the wall. Before I could recover from the impact, Dane had pressed himself hard against me and taken my lips.

He acted rash, so out of control like there were no consequences. I wanted everything he had to offer to my body, so it flew over my head that I needed to be wiser of the two of us and stop this.

My chest dragged as I tried and failed to get us to stop. If I break out of the kiss, he'll drag me back and kiss me even deeper.

He kissed his way up to my soul.

“I'll have so much fun ruining you…” He groaned in something akin to agony as he went crazy, all over me.

His lips were now on my throat, my jaw, my shoulders, middle of my breasts, anywhere he could reach on my body with his lips. He sounded frustrated.

All the while his fingers remained rooted to my soaked p***y. This time he operated on low circles, teasing, torturous. He touched me like he hated me, and it kept me wanting more.

He had my airways blocked with his mouth and he just kept going.

He slapped my p***y repeatedly and I swear I almost came. At one point I just couldn't take it anymore. I could barely stand.

“Oh my God… please f**k me. It's all I want…” I couldn't get any more desperate than this. He breathed all over my face as he wrapped a hand around my throat. Jesus Christ.

“Promise you won't run away from me once I give you what you want.”

“I promise. Just please…”

He let go of me, removed his finger from my p***y and brought it to my mouth.

“Suck.” I maintained eye contact as I made sweet erotic love to his fingers, tasting myself. His big frame covered me. Now I know there was no way anybody would've been able to figure out what we were doing.

“Kudos for being the first to make me lose control in public.” He said, straightening himself after taking his finger out of my mouth.

“That sounds like a fault of yours, not mine.” He grinned, taking me back to the dance floor. Truly nobody minded us.

I was beyond excited, I couldn't stop smiling. I like him and now I'm sure he knows I do.

We started dancing again.

“Stop smiling at me like that.”

“Why not?” I couldn't stop if I tried. I'm so horny right now. What next?

“It's more obvious than what I did to you. You're being super obvious. I'm sure anyone that sees you right now will immediately know how badly you've been begging for my c**k–”

My eyes widened as I impulsively hit him on his chest.

“Hey! I thought you hated discretion?”

“Right. I was only just protecting you. Stop it, for your own good.”

I was tempted to smile wider at his comment, so I did. Yeah, he snapped.

“That's it. Turn around and walk out. Straight for your parents room.”

“What?” What?

“You heard what I said. Go, I'll meet you there.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Asking questions you already know the answer to is stalling. It also equals lateness. Go.”

I shook my head. No. No.

“My dad will kill us. I can't meet you in his room. What's wrong with you?”

“It would most definitely be worth it then. Go.”

He turned me around and pushed me away. He soon disappeared into the crowd and I was left wondering if I should listen to him.

Curiosity got the best of me eventually.

The mansion has such a large hallroom

built specifically for things like this, and we've held events here for years. It's not exactly part of the mansion, just an extension.

I headed straight home. It was practically empty when I got there, guarded by security. Seems they wanted to make sure nobody stole anything. It was basically off limits for guests. How did Dane plan to bypass that? What was he going to do to me this time around?

The guards let me in because, well, I live there. I was literally sneaking around in my own house because of a man who's threatening to ruin my life in ways I was anticipating.

I got to my parents room, closed it behind me and reached for their bed and sat. Brittany's my step mom now, so she's my parent.

I sat there for over ten minutes, not sure what I was even expecting. Did he get in trouble at the gate? Did he trick me and have no plans to actually come meet me?

Right when I was on the verge of freaking out, I heard the door creak open, and my heart fell to my stomach. Dane. He got hotter every time I saw him, I swear.

He didn't look at me. Sometimes I hated that. He just looked around the room with weird interest and fascination. He didn't seem impressed though. He's one to talk, since his room is so damn ugly.

“Their taste is shocking.”

I didn't respond. I just stared, waiting, hungry. He finally faced me, and I swallowed. I watched him approach me and when he finally reached me, he dragged me out of the bed by my arm, softly, carefully.

“We won't be needing the bed, actually.”

He took me straight to the large mirror in my parents room. The mirror was so large, it filled up a whole wall.

“What are you doing?” I asked, breathing hard as he stood behind me, I rolled my eyes into their backs in desire when he pressed himself against my ass. f**k.

“Preparing you. Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“Yes. I know.” I felt like my chest couldn't contain my heartbeat anymore. I wanted to scream a bit. Getting compliments from him is just…it drives me mad with lust.

“Good. Because I'm about to make you so f*****g ugly.”