Bad Daddy (Dirty Little Lies Duet 1)

“Do you think he would know how to take care of you in the ways you need?”

So much for thinking he didn’t hear me. His question catches me off guard. I can hear an underlying message in it. Am I crazy and reading too much into this? His eyes are smoldering. He licks his bottom lip, his thumb rubbing against his chin. My eyes fall to his lips, then follow his thumb as it trails back and forth. My sex swells. All I want is for him to put his thumb in my mouth and make me gag on it as if it were his—

“I don’t think he would have the slightest idea about what I want or need.”

The truth falls from my lips. There’s a short pause as his expression turns dark. “Tell Hazel to call me.”

He hangs up.

Fuck.

Heath

I take a sip of the most expensive bourbon they sell here, enjoying the smoothness as it travels down my throat. Exquisite, the elite private sex lounge, is quiet tonight, give or take some working girls and business associates. This place typically calms me. Even if I’m not in the mood to play, I enjoy the view and a nice glass of bourbon. But tonight, I’m wound tight and in a shit mood.

“I’m thinking of taking up a new girl.” My oldest friend, Gabriel, sits beside me with a cigar in hand, his eyes locked on a girl dancing in the corner.

“What happened to your old one? You break her already?” I laugh. I may have a sick fetish with my daughter’s roommate, but nothing compares to Gabriel’s disturbing hobbies.

“She doesn’t shine like she used to. It’s time to replace her.”

I shake my head, taking another sip of my drink. “You know, that shit is going to catch up to you one day. Some may consider your tastes borderline illegal.” He is one sadistic motherfucker.

“Enough about me. What has you all wound tight? Looking for a woman to take all your problems away?”

“More like a girl the same age as my fucking daughter.” Why did I just admit that? Maybe I’ve had too much to drink.

“Ahhh, now you’re speaking my language. Do tell.”

My hands drag down my face. Am I really going here with this? “What’s there to tell? Hazel has a roommate who makes my blood boil. Just the sound of her voice makes me want to drive my cock down her throat. She’s fucking eighteen, man, and I can’t stop thinking about ripping her in two. Jesus, I’ve lost my mind. I need to get some pussy. That’s my problem. Ignore me.” I slam the rest of my glass, calling for the waitress to bring me a refill.

“Then what’s stopping you?” Gabe asks.

“Stopping me from what?”

“Fucking her? What’s stopping you? Is she willing?”

My dick hardens just thinking about her. Yeah, she’s willing all right. There’s no hiding the way she gazes at me. Like a hungry feline ready and willing for the tall glass of milk, that glass being my cock. I groan. “I can’t.”

“Why? Afraid she won’t like your taste in sex? They all submit sooner or later. Some don’t know what they want until you introduce them to it. Young and eager. Sounds like the jackpot to me.”

Says the sadist who thrives on pain for pleasure. “No. I mean, I can’t. Not only is she way too young, but she’s also Hazel’s roommate. That’s just all-around fucked up. I’m not a fucking asshole.”

“But you are a man with needs. Why don’t you grab that woman over there? She’s prancing her cunt all over the place, wanting someone to shove something fat inside her. Go play with her. Release all the aggression you have on your little crush. Pretend it’s her. These women don’t care what you call them. Get it out of your system with the real one or use that woman. But do something. Your grumpy attitude is becoming unbearable.”

Violet

It’s pretty late when Hazel’s laptop starts to chime with an incoming FaceTime call. I can’t help but peer at her screen. He’s calling back. I look at the time. It’s almost midnight. Hazel is down the hall watching a movie with the other girls. I shouldn’t answer it.

“Hey, Mr. Winters. Sorry, Hazel’s not home.” Why am I lying? I could easily go fetch her. But there’s this urge inside me. This damn itch. A crazy fantasy that keeps me up at night. I should not act on it…but what if he bites?

“Oh, shame,” is all he says. He doesn’t end the call, which only encourages me more. I’ve done nothing but think about his questions, wondering if he believes he could pleasure me. My skin is suddenly too hot, and the thin layer of clothes I’m wearing too heavy. I can’t stop thinking about him. What he would feel like. How naughty he would be if I let him touch me in the most inappropriate places.