Daddy Ever After Page 4

  She snapped her mouth closed, like she only just realized she’d told Jansen’s nephew her plans to kill his uncle.

  Hunter smirked.

  “There’s a few problems with your plan. First, you don’t really have one.” He folded his arms over his chest and frowned down at her. “My uncle stopped visiting the Annex on a regular basis when Ashland took over. When his father, Samuel, died, Ash didn’t keep things the way his father had them. My uncle was used to the way it was and doesn’t like the new rules Ash put in place. So, you’d be spending a long time in the Annex’s employ before seeing him.”

  Color started to drain from her cheeks.

  “Second. You’d be dead before your hand touched your blade.” The image flashed across his mind. Her throat being slit while she fumbled for a weapon. His brows furrowed, and his hands fisted across his chest.

  “And I just told you everything like a fucking idiot.” Her shoulders sagged, tears that had been perched on her lids fell.

  “You aren’t a killer,” he said. Not with accusation or insult, but with admiration. She still looked at the world and believed there could be justice. He’d lost that belief long ago.

  “I’m a fumbling fucking fool,” she whispered, flicking away a tear with her fingers.

  “Don’t curse,” he said on autopilot. How had he not already told her that?

  She laughed. “I just confessed to wanting to kill your uncle, and you’re worried about my language?”

  He dropped his hands. “I’m sorry about your parents,” he said softly. “My uncle and I don’t agree on many things, like how to do business. I don’t remember the warehouse fire, I was still working for my father at the time, but it sounds like my uncle.” He thought of the scar on her back, and a heated current ran up his spine.

  She lifted her gaze to his. “You’re sorry?”

  “If I could do something to make it easier, to change it, I would. But I can’t. And killing my uncle won’t bring them back to you or take away your pain.” He touched her shoulders, bringing her to his chest, cradling her.

  The tension that had her wound so tightly just moments before seemed to melt away in his arms.

  “He shouldn’t be able to get away with it,” she said into his chest.

  “There are a lot of things in this world that shouldn’t be allowed, but they are.”

  “I can’t let him get away with it,” she vowed.

  He pulled her away from him and glared down at her. “Promise me you’ll stop trying to find him. If you don’t, if he thinks you’re a problem, he’ll make the problem go away. Do you get me?”

  Her eyes hardened. “And would you do the honors? Would you take care of the problem for him?” she accused.

  He took a long breath in. She was hurting, and scared.

  “I don’t do that sort of work for him,” Hunter responded. At least he hadn’t in a long time.

  She turned away. “If you’re going to punish me, do it; otherwise, I’d like to go upstairs.”

  He heard the steel in her voice; she’d closed him off. Reasoning with her now would be useless.

  “You answered me honestly, so there won’t be any punishment. Go upstairs for a nap. I’ll be up for you later.” He patted her bottom.

  She nodded and started to grab for her clothes, but he kicked them away.

  “You don’t need those. You won’t be dressed again until I give permission.”

  “Fine.” She yanked free of him and stomped off to the door.

  “Try again, Jae,” he ordered.

  She paused at the door, her hand on the handle. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Up to bed.” He smiled at her stiffened back as she threw open the door and stomped down the hall.

  He hadn’t gained her promise to stop her fatal plan, but before she went back to the Annex he would.

  She would forget her taste for vengeance.

  Hunter opened the door to his bedroom gently. If she was sleeping, he wouldn’t disturb her, but he needed to check on her. After he’d sent her up to his room again, he’d looked more into her family. A typical family on all accounts. No relatives that he could find, at least not anywhere near them. After her parents were killed, she’d been alone.

  “You’re awake,” he said, finding her sitting with her legs crossed on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

  “I don’t know how much sleep you think a woman needs, but I promise you it’s less than you think.” She hugged a pillow to her chest.

  He shut the door. “Feeling mouthy?” he asked with a tilt to his head. “I’m sure I can come up with a solution for that.”

  A rose tint blossomed over her cheeks, and she bit down on her lip.

  “That’s better.” He grinned and headed for the attached bathroom. He left her in the bedroom while he plugged up the tub and ran the bath, testing the water to be sure it wasn’t too hot. He found the bubbles in the cabinet beneath the sink and poured the lavender scented solution into the water stream.

  “Jaelynn, come here.” He stood in the doorway crooking his finger at her. Her brow wrinkled, but she slid the pillow away from her and glided off the bed.

  “What are you doing?” she asked tentatively as she stepped closer.

  “It’s bath time.” He picked up her hand and led her inside the bathroom.

  He turned off the water and checked the temperature again. Perfect. When he turned back to her, she had her arms folded across her belly. If she was trying to hide herself from him, she was failing miserably. Her arms lifted her breasts as though presenting them to him for kissing and fondling, and other wonderful things that would make her squirm and cry.

  Hunter cleared his throat in an attempt to get his dick to settle down, so he could go forward with bathing his girl. She’d said no actual fucking. He would honor the limit, but his cock was getting impatient with his gentlemanly decision.

  “I can do this on my own,” she said, her eyes cast a glance at the tub.

  “I don’t think so.” He said pushing her arms down from around her belly. He pressed his hand flat against her stomach. “I already told you, you aren’t taking care of these things this weekend. C’mon, get in so I can wash you.” He helped her step into the clawfoot tub.

  She kept her gaze settled on his hands as she sank into the thick bubbles. She leaned back against the tall back of the tub and closed her eyes.

  “Warm enough?” he asked, swiping a mountain of bubbles away from her chest until her pert, perfect nipples peaked through.

  “Mmmhmmm,” she nodded and sighed.

  “Good.” He plunged his hand into the water, feeling around for the sponge he’d dropped in, brushing against her leg in his search. Her eyes snapped open when his fingers touched the sweet curve of her ass, but he made no apology. She was his to touch and fondle all weekend long, and he would do all of that and more.

  Finding the sponge, he pulled it free of the water and squeezed it out, letting the water cascade over her chest. The few bubbles remaining, washed away, fully exposing her tits.

  He ran the sponge over the hardened peaks of her nipples, watching her lips twist between her teeth. “You like this?” he asked in a rough whisper. “You like your tits touched and played with?” He pinched one between his fingers and twisted gently. Not hard enough to break through her soft exterior, but with enough pressure to bring her arousal out front and center.

  “Mmmhmmm,” She nodded and arched her back, giving him better access to her body. He dropped the sponge back into the water and leaned over the edge of the tub, flicking his tongue over the beaded peaks.

  “Play with yourself for me, Jae. Slip your hand between your thighs and rub that sweet pussy of yours.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth and suckled hard until the moan she’d been holding back escaped.

  “Fuck,” she whispered.

  He pulled back from her, removing all touches. Her eyes flickered to his gaze, realization blossomed. “Little girls don’t use that word.” He said a
nd pushed himself up to his feet. He opened the cabinet and pulled out a small washcloth.

  “You were- it’s just a word,” she said as he sank back to his knees beside the tub.

  “It’s a bad word.” He crumbled the washcloth into a ball and presented it to her lips. “Open wide.”

  She pulled back. “Why?”

  “If you can’t control your mouth, I’ll help you.” He pushed the material against her lips until she relented. He shoved the balled-up cloth into her mouth, completely filling it. “There.” He said and tapped a finger against the gag.

  “Now,” he leaned forward and licked her nipple. “Since you can’t answer properly, just nod or shake your head for Daddy,” he instructed. “Do you want to come?”

  Her eyes darted from his mouth to his eyes. Was she trying to see if it was a trick?

  “Answer me, Jae, or I’ll wash you and take you out.”

  She nodded.

  “Good girl,” he whispered and ran his fingertips over her nipples. She moaned again. “So sensitive here?” he asked, flicking them. She gave a jerky nod. “Good.” He grinned.

  “Are you playing with your clit?” he asked, pushing the bubbles aside so he could see through the water to her hand.

  She nodded again. Her knees were pressed to each side of the tub, and her fingers were working her clit.

  “Being a good girl for me isn’t that hard.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Is it?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Good.” Each hand pinched a nipple and he gently rolled them between his fingers. Her eyes rolled, and her knees flinched.

  “Are you getting close?” he asked, pinching a little harder.

  She nodded, her head moving so fast, a lock of hair fell over her eyes.

  “Good girl. Remember what I said though, you have to beg for your orgasms now.” He watched her eyes widen and the flush of her cheeks deepen as she realized she’d have to beg through the cloth.

  “Rub harder, Jae. Harder, you know how to do it,” he watched her jerking movements between her legs. The water splashed up the sides of the tub as she bucked against her hand. His fingers continued to apply pressure, to twist and massage her nipples as her moans grew louder.

  “Beg Daddy.” He reminded.

  Muffled words flew from her. He grinned, not able to understand much of anything she said. Her eyes went wide, her body tensed.

  “Daddy!” She cried through the cloth loud enough and clear enough for him to understand.

  “Yes, you may come. Come hard for Daddy. Yell it out.” He pinched hard at the same time she unraveled in the water.

  Even with the cloth muffling her scream, he could hear it, could hear the jumbled sounds and elaborate cries of her pleasure. Her neck strained as the orgasm crescendoed, and she floated softly back into his presence.

  “That was a very good girl.” He laughed when she finally turned her full attention back to him. The blush had intensified, and a shimmering of unshed tears covered her eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He pulled the cloth from her mouth and wiped her cheeks. “You did exactly what I told you to do, you were perfect.”

  Her tongue darted out and licked her dry lips, and she sat up straighter in the tub.

  “Let’s get you dried off.” He dropped the washcloth into the hamper and retrieved the large plush towel for her.

  Her tongue ran along her lips, and she moved to her knees in the tub. Water and bubbles splashed around her with her movements.

  His cock twitched at the sight of wet lips and her eyes focused on his erection pressing against his pants. The image of her lips wrapped around his shaft would be the death of him, if he didn’t get inside of her soon. But he wasn’t going there yet. She wasn’t ready for that, not yet.

  He didn’t need to ask her to know she’d never had any sexual encounters with her clients at the Annex. He would be her first, but he wouldn’t take advantage. When she was ready, she’d beg him, she’d want him. And then he’d give everything to her.

  5

  Jae sat on the edge of Hunter’s bed. Who needed a bed that could fit four people? Maybe he slept with a harem of women at one time.

  The morning sun shone through the drapes, but she hadn’t bothered to pull them open. She still had no clothes. Hunter hadn’t allowed her out of the bedroom the night before. After her confession, he’d brought up a tray of food and sat with her while she ate, then he put her to bed.

  She’d rested more since he brought her home than she had in weeks. But she wanted out of the room, she wanted to walk freely through the house.

  She wanted underwear.

  After telling him her desire to kill his uncle, she expected him to be angry with her. Punish her for snooping in his office.

  Instead, after bathing her and gifting her with a mind-altering orgasm, he’d spent the night feeding her and gently probing her about her parents and what she’d been up to over the past five years.

  Maybe if she’d spent less time grieving, she would have known about Jansen’s change in clubs. Maybe she could have planned better. Or at all.

  Her mother had always told her heart moved her more than her mind. Turned out she was right. It was her sorrow that drove her, not anything close to logic.

  But now she had to think, because if Hunter told his uncle she would be in danger. Real danger. Not just fearful of getting contracted to some asshole at the Annex, but life or death kind of trouble.

  Hunter strode through the door in a pair of black slacks and a deep blue button-down shirt. Every time his body moved toward her she felt as though she were his prey.

  “You didn’t eat much breakfast,” he said, passing the cart where she’d left most of the scrambled eggs and toast untouched. It was hard to eat when thinking about how much you fucked up your life in one conversation.

  “Not really hungry this morning.” She sat back on the bed, pushing herself against the pillows and pulling the sheet up her chest.

  “Hmmm,” he said, moving to the armchair across the room. “You didn’t sleep much either,” he mused.

  “Strange bed. Strange man.” She tried to joke.

  “Come here,” he said once seated and patted his knee.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong,” she argued.

  His eyes narrowed. “You’re doing something wrong right now. When I tell you to come here, you come.” He pointed to his knee again.

  She swallowed. That was pretty much the deal.

  Sliding from the bed, she left the protective layer of the sheet behind and walked over to him. His eyes never left her body. Just feeling him looking at her made her feel powerful. The intimidation she’d sensed the first time they’d met had softened. Maybe because he hadn’t threatened her life with her confession. Maybe because when he looked at her now, his gaze held a hunger she’d never seen in a man’s eye before.

  Once she was a step away from him, he parted his legs further. “Straddle my leg,” he ordered.

  Unsure of herself, but not wanting to change his light mood, she obeyed. Her clit woke to full attention as the fabric of his pants brushed it. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, though his broad thigh could hold her well enough.

  “You’re too tense,” he said, lightly brushing the back of his hand down her breast and over her nipple.

  “Tense? Too tense for what?” she asked, distracted by the words forming on his full lips. Not where his fingers were making her nipples perk up, or where his leg was making her pussy warm and wet, but on his lips. A simple brush of them made her spine tingle, her insides melt.

  “I want you relaxed,” he answered, tweaking her nipple. “I want you to see my knee as a source for pleasure as well as a place for punishment.”

  “Uh, okay.” She cleared her throat. He was too warm, smelled too manly, felt too powerful.

  “Ride my knee, Jae. Rub your pussy against me until you come.”

  “What? I can’t do that.” She started to get
up, but he gripped her nipples, making the prospect of moving away painful.

  “Do it. I’m in charge, remember?” His eyes darkened.

  She eased back onto his leg and began to slowly move her hips to create light friction. Maybe if she went along with it for just a moment, he’d let her up. She couldn’t masturbate on his leg. She’d made a big enough fool of herself in the dining room doing that for him.

  “That’s my girl,” he said in a husky voice, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Harder, baby, harder,” he urged.

  Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, and she found herself obeying him. Rolling her hips, she rubbed harder into his leg. He placed soft kisses to her neck.

  “Such a good girl for Daddy,” he whispered into her ear. “Come for me, baby. Ride my knee until you scream for me.” He moved his hands from her breasts and gripped her ass.

  Spreading her cheeks wide, he held onto her and helped her ride him, pushing her into his leg while lifting his knee enough to create a better angle.

  She moaned. How could she not, her body ached for more.

  “Are you going to be my good girl?” he asked, running his hot tongue up her throat.

  She nodded.

  “Say it, Jae, say you’ll be my good girl.”

  “I’ll be your good girl, Daddy,” she repeated, letting the words work their way through her body down to her core. She was his good girl. She’d told him the truth. She’d confessed, and now he was playing her body toward an explosion of pleasure.

  “Come hard, baby, hard and scream for me.” The pad of his middle finger pushed against her tight pucker. She groaned louder, arching her back and riding his knee harder.

  Breath escaped her, her heart drummed in her ears. Her entire reality became his knee and his words. And his tongue. His tongue dragged along her throat, his teeth nipped at her chin.

  “My good girl.”

  “Your good girl, Daddy. Your good girl,” she began to chant. Over and over again, while she ground her hips into him, chasing the release he promised.