Daddy’s Forbidden Fantasy (An Erotic Romance Series)

Chapter 10

Sasha

“Mr. Hamburg,” I began.

“Fred, baby,” he interrupted, that low voice smooth and deep. “I want you to call me Fred.”

“Fred,” I said tentatively, tasting the name on my lips. It sounded right, like I was calling out to a lover, a male animal who could take and control, one that waited in the bushes until his female was ripe and ready.

“Fred,” I began again slowly.

A black eyebrow quirked.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

I took a deep breath.

“This is an amazing place, and you’ve been very kind to me,” I began.

“More than generous.”

It was true because Fred had made sure that I landed a solo in our next performance. It wasn’t a huge part, I wasn’t the Black Swan in Swan Lake or anything like that, but my solo was a solid five-minute routine where there’d be no one on stage but me. So I took another deep breath.

“You’ve been very kind,” I said bravely once again.

“And I just wanted to know, is there something I can do for you?”

My cheeks colored because of course there was something. I’m eighteen, young and innocent, but I’m not that naïve. I knew there was something that I had, and that only I could give.

Mr. Hamburg shot me a long, amused look.

“And what makes you say that?” he rumbled, that huge frame sitting on a couch, dark and imposing.

“What makes you say that, sweet thing?”

I colored.“Well, it’s just that, we’ve already, you know,” I said helplessly.

“We’ve already, and then you…” Oh god, the words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t say it, my tongue tripping over itself.

“You mean, because I’ve already tasted you?” he rumbled, lips quirking into an amused smile. But that smile was dangerous too, because the blue of his eyes turned dark, gleaming with purpose.

I nodded helplessly, every nerve in my body quivering with awareness of this man.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You’ve been so kind to me already, and I just thought ….”

“Thought what?” he rumbled deeply, blue eyes searing.

“What did you think, baby girl?”

By now, my nips jutted out from my sweater, as hard bullets pointed straight at his mouth. And those lips curved into a knowing smile again, taking in my huge, luscious Double Ds, the generous flesh already quivering for him.

I swallowed thickly.

“Well I just thought that I should do something for you,” I whispered.

“You’ve been so giving.”

The black eyebrow quirked again, but something imperceptible changed in the air. Sure, he was still a powerful male animal, leaning back against the white leather couch, but somehow now that huge form was filled with tension. Even if Fred hadn’t moved a muscle, suddenly the distance between us was charged with electricity, that blue gaze hot.

But his voice remained completely calm, giving nothing away.

“What did you have in mind, baby girl?” he rumbled.

“What were you thinking of doing for Daddy?”

I blushed because when he’d tasted me last time, he’d called himself Daddy. It was weird at first, but within minutes, it felt right. Because this man is my Daddy. Mr. Hamburg makes things happen, he makes me feel treasured and precious, like the world will fall at my feet. So I nodded hesitantly, brown eyes wide.

“Daddy, I was going to let you taste me again,” I whispered this time, looking down before looking up once more and meeting his gaze.

“I want you to taste me again.”

For sure, I thought he’d jump on it. I thought Fred would have me in his lap in a second, face buried between my thighs. In fact, my p***y juiced in anticipation, moist fluid seeping from my slit. It’d been so good last time, so unbelievably arousing, and I desperately wanted to feel his mouth on me once more.

But Fred didn’t jump. The alpha male remained seated, arms deceptively relaxed on the back of the couch.

“And?” he asked, voice smooth.

“And then what?”

I paused, stupefied. What was he saying? What did he want?

“And then you know,” I added helplessly, squirming a bit in my seat.

Today, I’d worn a loose dress, a pink thing that was perfect for summer in New York. It had spaghetti straps and a wide ruffle across the front, highlighting my generous décolletage. But suddenly, even this thin fabric was too tight and uncomfortable.

“And then you know …” my voice trailed off.

Fred saw that I couldn’t get the words out and stood to tower over me in the living room. I gasped. Oh s**t, it wasn’t just that he was six four and massive, ungodly handsome in a black suit. It was that he had a raging hard- on that the alpha was no longer bothering to hide. That’s right, as the billionaire stood, the tent in his pants became obvious, that hard ridge an enormous python ready to devour its prey.

And my p***y responded immediately. My sweet snatch immediately moistened just looking at him, dew collecting within my interior as my mouth fell open, brown eyes wide.

“Cat got your tongue?” the big man asked from up above, blue eyes amused yet hot with desire. “Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?”

I gasped a bit, n*****s so hard they ached, jutting out as my hips twisted involuntarily on the couch.

“It’s just I thought you enjoyed it last time,” I whispered. “I thought you liked it.”

The billionaire flashed a knowing smile my way.

“Oh I enjoyed it,” he rumbled. “Daddy enjoyed it a lot. But I want more now. I want this,” he said, pointing at my snatch, “gyrating all over this,” he rasped, pointing to the c**k on his pants. “I want you to dance, baby girl, but this time with my d**k inside that sweet puss.”

And I should have been offended. I should have screamed and jumped up, flying out the door. Because it was wrong. He was a man in control, the head of the company, the one with my future in his hands. In fact, Fred had already pulled some strings so that I could get a solo in our next performance.

And now he was telling me that I had to earn it in a very special way, dancing on his c**k, just for him.

But what my brain knew, my body didn’t. Because instead of feeling offended or ashamed, my insides went soft and loose, my heart beating hard. And before I realized, I was nodding.

“Yes Daddy,” I whispered. “I want it too.”

Fred’s smile only grew wider, those perfect white teeth flashing, his gaze all-knowing.

“You do, don’t you little slut?” he rumbled deep in his chest.

“Baby likes it, doesn’t she? But Daddy has some terms too.”

My eyes jerked up to look at him.

“Terms?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

And with that, Fred began undoing his tie. It was a strip of blue silk, probably from a high-end designer store costing five hundred dollars. I could live for a month on that money, but right now, my eyes merely stared, entranced at the smooth movements of his hands.