Daddy's Boss

“It’s supposed to be roast duck, but your oven is broken.”

He moved toward the oven. “Did it tell you to have it on the highest setting?”

Her cheeks were red. “No.”

“So you can’t cook?”

She sighed and threw down her oven mitt. “I can cook, okay? I can cook a lot of things, but I’ve never been able to get duck right, and I passed the supermarket today, and there’s this recipe with potatoes and a salad, and it looked good. I wanted to cook you a nice meal.”

He watched her, and something twisted in his gut.

“I know what you did,” he said.

Lori’s back tensed up, and she turned to look at him. Her face had gone pale, and the moment he said the words, he knew that had been the problem for him. He’d been keeping it secret, when he needed her to know that she wasn’t alone.

“Dad told you?” she asked.

“I knew something had happened to you. I didn’t know what.”

“How?”

“You said that you couldn’t have his blood on your hands.”

“That’s just a sentence.”

“The way you said it, I knew you’d had some blood on your hands before, and the way you hide from violence. You’re afraid.”

She looked utterly scared. Her hands fisted at her sides, and she bit her lip.

“I’m not judging you.”

“Why? I judged you.”

“I killed two men today,” he said. He’d never spoken to anyone about what he did within his line of work.

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

“They were rigging a sport, and instead of finding out why, I just shot them.” He shrugged.

She shook her head. “I can’t … this is crazy. You can’t just tell me you killed two men.”

“You killed one.”

Tears once again filled her eyes. “I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster. Not even close, baby.”

“He was hurting her.”

“I know.”

He pulled her into his arms as the tears soaked his chest.

Dawg didn’t care.

He’d hold her for the rest of his life.

****

The tears subsided, and Lori felt at peace in a strange way. No one but her father knew what she’d done, and she’d kept that with her all this time. When she’d walked into her home and heard her mother’s cry, she didn’t know what to expect.

To see a man raping her mother had been one of the most terrible things she’d ever witnessed.

She’d reacted without thinking. Her instinct had been to protect her mother.

Dawg stroked her hair, and something else began to stir inside her. Placing her hands on his chest, she ran them up to his hair. She rarely wore makeup, and even though her face was puffy from crying, she had to kiss him.

Pulling his head down, she slammed her lips against his and whimpered as his touched her.

The hand on her hair gripped the back of her neck tightly, and she held onto him like a lifeline, not wanting to let go.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said.

“Fuck me.” She didn’t curse ever, but right now, she wanted him.

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me. To make me forget everything, and just not remember.”

He slammed her against the wall, placing her hands above her head, locking them within one of his own. “You want me to take your pretty pussy right here, right now?”

“Yes. I want you, Dawg.” She licked her lips, unsure what to say to make him realize that she spoke the truth. “Don’t you want me?”

His free hand ran down her body. “Yes, I want you.” He stepped away. “You can strip for me. I want to see every single inch of you.”

She didn’t even hesitate to begin removing her clothes. One by one, they came off, and as she did, she kept her gaze on him.

He didn’t look away, not even for a moment. When he began to do the same, peeling off each layer of clothing, she couldn’t help but smile. He looked perfect, each muscle thicker than the next.

The strength within him, and knowing what he did, should have her running away, but she didn’t care.

All she wanted was him.

He pushed his pants down, and his cock sprang forward. Going to her knees before him, she wrapped her fingers around his dick, and not waiting for instruction or invitation, she circled the tip before taking more of him into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she sucked him into her throat, pulling off so that she didn’t gag, and then taking more. He tasted amazing.

She bobbed her head and relished each sound that he made as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She didn’t want it to end, but he pulled on her hair, drawing her to her feet. He slammed her against the wall. His hands moved all down her body, driving her need for him higher.

He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, and slapped them after he let them go.

“You drive me so fucking crazy. You know that? All this time, I’m thinking about you, and you don’t even realize how much.”