Daddy's Boss

In the middle of the dance floor, he spun her around so that her back was to his front. With his hands on her hips, he began to move, feeling her ass rub against his dick.

“I didn’t know you liked to dance.”

“I happen to enjoy it.”

“But the risk it poses doesn’t allow you to do it,” she said, turning in his arms and wrapping one of hers around the back of his neck.

“No, it doesn’t.” He wondered how she knew that.

“You’ve got six guys standing near the dance floor. Your lifestyle is so dangerous that you can’t even enjoy the pleasure of a simple dance.”

She made to move away, but he caught her, holding onto her ass tightly. “Actually, I can enjoy the pleasure of a dance, baby, but I happen to like a different kind. The kind where we’re both naked and my dick is balls deep inside you.”

He saw her eyes dilate, and he’d surprised her.

She was pissed at him for her situation, and that was fine.

“You made sure I had a free pass to get inside this club,” she said.

When he heard the man at the door had turned her away, claiming she was too fat, he’d shot the bastard through the thigh and told him the next time would be through his skull if he said such vile shit to his woman. No one spoke to his woman like that.

To some men Lori was fat.

Not to him.

He loved her curves, loved her confidence in displaying them, and that she didn’t try to hide.

To him, she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. When she finally got into his bed, he was going to love every single inch of her.

“You like to dance. I have the best club, and I don’t like the thought of anyone else seeing you work your magic.”

She pulled back a little. “You watch me?”

“Every chance I get.”

He was at the club most Fridays just to have the pleasure of watching her. Most of the time she came alone, and didn’t have a problem standing in the middle of the floor, swinging her hips, losing herself to the beat of the music. He often wondered what she was trying to run away from.

There was a darkness in her eyes, a vulnerability that he couldn’t find a reason as to why it was there. No records showed it, and no one had anything but nice things to say about her. Something was wrong though. He was sure of it.

Tilting her back so that her hair brushed the floor, he watched her giggle and smiled along with her.

That’s what he wanted. He didn’t want her submission to him or her to be afraid. From the first moment they met she’d never backed down, and he didn’t want her to. A broken woman was useless to him.

No, when it came to Lori, he wanted the chance to have everything with her. She’d be able to handle him, take on this life, and to give him children. Underneath all the badass, asshole ways, he wanted a family, and Lori was going to be the woman that would give it to him.

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The night was amazing. Lori couldn’t deny it, nor could she deny the fun she had being in his arms. When he finally allowed himself to relax, he’d been more than just a crime lord, or whatever Dawg called himself.

“You’re not taking me back to my apartment?” she asked, seeing the car going in the opposite direction.

“No. You’re mine now, and that means you stay with me.”

Her mouth suddenly went dry.

There went the fun right out of it as he forced her to come crashing back to earth with a reality check.

Pulling away from him, she stared out of her window and watched the streets go by. Going down one particular street, she saw a scantily-clad woman on a corner. The woman waved at the car, but they didn’t slow down nor did they stop.

“Does she work for you?”

“What?” Dawg asked.

“The woman working the corner. Did she work for you?”

“She better not be.” His gaze fell on her. “You really don’t have a high opinion of me, do you?”

“I don’t know you.”

“I can tell. You wouldn’t be so quick to judge if you did know me.”

Properly scorned, she looked out of the window again and cursed him inside her head. It was another of her mother’s little tricks on how to deal with her pesky anger.

It wasn’t long before they were pulling into the luxury driveway of his home. Again, she spotted more guards, and rather than comfort her, they, in fact, made her even more nervous. Someone who had this many guards was someone very dangerous, and the threat they posed was serious.

He had a gun to my father’s head hours ago.

She had to keep on reminding herself of that, and not allow herself to fall for any of his tricks, no matter how much she wanted to.