Tyrant Daddy (Tyrant Dynasty 3)

"Call out for help, Wills, I fucking dare you."

Instead of the word she so desperately wants to use, Willa screams my name as I pinch her clit and bring her to an unexpected orgasm. The man at the end of the alley scurries away and I keep fucking her, getting closer and closer to an inevitable release myself.

"Good girl," I mutter as she shakes in my arms. "Such a good girl for Daddy. Come again for me."

"N-No."

"No? You're saying no to me?" I pull out of her ass and flip her around so she's facing me. She looks beautiful, like a wild deer caught in the headlights. Hot tears are sliding down her cheeks, she's on the verge of sobbing, and her whole body is trembling like a leaf. "I'll make you regret that, Willa."

"Please." She swallows her pride. "I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to try it one time."

"And now you won't," I finish for her. "Swear it."

"I won't," she mutters. "I promise."

"Good. Pull your panties up, we have to get you home."

"But what about..." She glances at my cock, hungrily licking her lips.

"You wasted your chance at having this load." I wipe my cock on her skirt and zip back up. It's fucking hard as hell because I'm still throbbing, and there's nothing I want more than to bury my dick inside Willa's silky depths. But I have to deny her, it's the only way this is going to work.

"It's not midnight yet," she whispers.

"No," I grin. "We're stopping somewhere else."

I take her by the hand and help her to my car. She seems delirious, barely able to follow my direction. She doesn't say a word as I start driving to the McDonald’s a couple of blocks away and pull into the drive-thru.

"Order anything you want," I tell her as we get in line. "But you have to call me Daddy."

"I always c-call you Daddy," she stutters.

"You do. But now I want everyone to hear it."

She flushes, realizing this is a test. A blush fills her cheeks, but then a look of determination takes over and she nods.

I pull the car to the speaker and Willa leans out, reciting her order before glancing at me.

"And, um, a McSundae for Daddy."

"Of course, darling," the woman laughs over the speaker. She must think Willa's a kid. "And what flavor would Daddy like?"

"Caramel." Willa flushes and sits back down. "Was that good?"

"We're not done yet."

I pull up to the pick-up window and we wait for our order to be finished. Once the window opens, the woman from earlier grins at me before spotting Willa and glancing between the two of us.

"Here's your McSundae and milkshake," she says with some confusion. "Was there a little girl with you?"

"Yes," I nod, handing Willa her drink. "Take that, Willa. Say thank you."

"Thank you," she says, flushing as she meets the cashier's eyes. "Daddy's just being grumpy."

I smirk as I pay for the drinks, adding a hefty tip and winking at the woman who looks at us with a dumbfounded expression.

I pull away and Willa starts giggling in the passenger seat while the sundae melts all over her fingers.

"That was fun," she finally admits.

I grin. "Eat your ice cream."

I feel her eyes on me, staring at me with pure adoration. It seems I've finally gotten through to her with my punishment, which I'm grateful for. I don't want her even thinking about doing drugs again. And it seems I did the right thing – she's obedient and attentive as we pull up in front of her house and she lets me have the last few licks of her sundae.

"See you soon," I say to her at the door, after refusing to just drop her off. "Be a good girl for Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy."

She blushes again. I like how easily she's using that word now. One day, I'll make her call me that in front of Dove and Nox.

Smirking, I wave her off and watch her walk inside before getting in my car, hoping that would be the last lie she ever told me.

Chapter 16

Willa

"Wills, over here!"

I follow the sound of Mercy's voice, finding her at a table with her nightmarish boyfriend, Scott. Suppressing a groan, I join them at the table and force a smile for Scott's benefit. It was supposed to be just me and Mercy, but lately, they're a package deal.

"Where were you?"

"With Raphael." I flush, sitting down across from them at the small café. "Sorry, I totally lost track of time."

"Older dude giving dick that good, huh?" Scott smirks, wrapping a proprietary arm around Mercy's shoulders while she elbows him in the ribs.

"Prick," she hisses. "Don't talk to Willa that way."

I feel the flush creeping into my cheeks as they stare each other down, basically daring one another to back off.

This is how it always is with Scott and Mercy. I hate the guy for stealing my best friend, but I hate him even more for treating her like crap. She really deserves to meet someone better, but every time I bring it up or try to introduce her to somebody, my best friend keeps coming back to this idiot.