SadieI paced the floor of my room, too stressed and in my head to go to sleep. Cyrus had gone out on a date. A date! I knew I shouldn’t care. I should actually be glad. If he was with someone else, that meant he was moving past me.Yet, the thought made my stomach twist so hard, I thought I might be sick.I had no right to feel this way. After all, I was the one who rejected him. I’d practically run out of his office after he’d given me an incredible orgasm that had made my eyes roll in the back of my head. It had been so incredibly selfish of me, but I’d panicked. Sex was a line that I knew we shouldn’t cross, but we kept inching closer and closer to it. I felt out of control when I was in his arms, and that scared me. I’d never felt like that with anyone before.What was I going to do? I couldn’t keep going like this. I couldn’t hide in my room and pace back and forth every time he went out with someone else. I couldn’t just avoid him whenever things got awkward between us. Still,
“Yes,” he growled with a nod. “Touch me.”I gazed into his eyes. He stared back at me, his gaze slightly glassy but hungry and desperate. I couldn’t remember a man ever looking at me the way that Cyrus did. As if he would simply die if he couldn’t have me, especially at that moment, when he was drunk and not fully in control of himself. His armor was down, and he wasn’t trying to hide just how much he wanted me.It was intoxicating, and my head began to swim with a combination of lust and giddiness. Holding his gaze, I slowly undid his pants and slid my hand inside past his underwear. I wrapped my fingers around him and watched his jaw clench as a groan slipped past his lips. His hand remained between my legs, his fingers rubbing my sensitive flesh as I stroked his hard length.Our breaths mingled as our lips hovered so close together, we were practically kissing, but we held back as we continued to gaze into each other’s eyes. As I watched pleasure dance across his face, my own pleas
CyrusI had never felt such an intense and mind-numbing fear. The moment I’d heard Megan’s scream, I’d grown instantly sober. All thoughts of what I and Sadie had just been doing vanished from his mind.Sadie was right beside me as we sprinted up the stairs and down the hall to Megan’s room. I burst through the door and my eyes instantly settled on my niece, who sat up in her bed, sobbing.“Megan? What’s wrong?” I asked.She didn’t say a word, unable to speak around her cries, but she pointed to the window. I rushed across the room and threw it open. There was a tree branch that hung so close, its branches nearly scraped the glass of her window. I hadn’t realized the tree was that close to the townhouse. I looked all around, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The street below was quiet and empty but well-lit with streetlights. It would be difficult for someone to hide from view, even at night. I didn’t see anyone walking along the sidewalk. A couple cars drove by, but neit
That did seem to comfort Megan a bit more. Sniffling, she lifted her head from Sadie’s chest and turned her face toward me. Her face was red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. It gutted me to see her so distraught, and I wanted to hunt down Ralph at that very moment and beat him bloody.“Okay, Uncle Cyrus,” she murmured. She moved from Sadie’s lap and climbed into mine, curling up like a kitten. I gazed down at her a moment, stunned. I wasn’t exactly the guy people turned to for comfort, and yet, here was this tiny girl, putting all her trust in me to keep her safe and calm her fears.Looking up to find Sadie gazing at us with a soft expression, my heart began to race. She reached over and laid her hand on my shoulder. We didn’t say a word, just hovered around Megan, offering her what comfort and security we could. I wanted to hold her and never let her go. I never wanted to see that tear-filled expression on her face ever again. She continued to cry and whimper, but the sounds
SadieMegan was still shaken up the next day, understandably so. I couldn’t imagine how terrifying it had to have been for her to look outside her window and see a man trying to break into her room. It’s the type of thing that would traumatize a child, and I was so furious that it happened to her, I didn’t know what to do with myself.I woke up in her bed with her clinging to me, awake and trembling. We spent some time just huddled together until she felt calm enough to get up and get ready for the day. Obviously, she wasn’t going to go to school. For the entirety of the morning, Megan latched onto my side. She didn’t want to be alone, even to go to the bathroom.If she wasn’t attached to my hip, she was stuck to Cyrus. He appeared at breakfast with an intentionally blank expression. No doubt, he didn’t want Megan to know what he was feeling, but in the moments when he knew she wasn’t looking at him, I could see flashes of his fury and could tell just how disturbed he was by the incid
He stared at me for several long moments, and for a second, I thought he might try to blow me off. I wasn’t going to let him, but I would be furious if he tried to ignore my questions again.After a handful of seconds passed, he released a long sigh and sat back in his chair.“Take a seat,” he murmured, extending his hand toward one of the chairs in front of his desk.Surprised by his easy acquiescence, I slipped into the seat and held his gaze. I waited, deciding to practice some patience and give him time to collect his words and thoughts.Finally, he said, “Kate was always a little wild. A little spoiled. She was the baby, and my parents doted on her. She was a sweet girl, though. A good girl. When she was in high school, she got mixed up with a bad crowd, and things started going downhill. She got into drugs and messed around with shitty guys who abused her. Ralph was one of those guys, and for some reason, she decided to marry him.”A small gasp slipped past my lips, but I didn’t
Cyrus“Are you serious?” Sadie exclaimed, her voice a mixture of fear and fury. “You think that animal wants to kidnap his own daughter and go on the run with her?”I nodded. I knew the theory sounded a little wild, but after everything that had happened, I was growing more and more convinced of it. He wasn’t acting rational. Ralph might be crazy, but he wasn’t an idiot. He had to know what he was doing and the consequences if he was caught. All I knew was that Ralph was dangerous and posed an immediate threat to my family.I thought Sadie might break down into tears and express her obvious fear of the situation. However, Sadie leapt to her feet and began to angrily pace, just as I had done a few moments before.“We’ve got to do something,” she snarled. “We’ve got to keep him away from Megan! And make him pay for what he’s done!”I raised my brows in surprise. I hadn’t expected such a bloodthirsty reaction from her. Her anger was overtaking her fear, sharpening her focus and turning h
Sadie’s brows rose, and she looked surprised.“You…you want us all to go to the country?”She seemed hesitant, which made me frown. “You don’t like that idea?”She quickly shook her head. “Oh, no! That’s not it. I think it’s a great idea, I just…”Trailing off, she glanced away, but not before I caught sight of the blush spreading across her cheeks. What was she thinking? I’d give just about anything to know what was on her mind at that moment. Was she nervous to be secluded in the country with me?When I thought about being out on the estate with her, away from everything, all but alone, I felt a jolt of heat course through me.Damn it, I needed to get a grip. Now was not the time to be thinking about her and what could happen between us, isolated away from the city.“Then why do you seem nervous?” I asked, unable to help myself.Her lips parted, and a breath slipped past them. The flush in her cheeks deepened, and her hands opened and shut at her sides, a nervous gesture that I reco
HazelI Lie Awake in bed for a long while, wondering if Xavier will sneak in at some point. I’m alternately hopeful and despairing. Last night, it felt like nothing could ever come between us, but tonight, watching my mother flirt so overtly with him at dinner, I’m not so certain. It made me hotly jealous to find out they had sex on their second date. More than that, it was the fond smile the memory evoked in Xavier. What if my mother has somehow weaved her web around him again?I text Christine to chat but she seems standoffish and aloof.Are you just trying to chat or is something up? she eventually asks.Just chatting, I answer. Wanted to see how you are.I’m fine, she answers. Now you know. Why aren’t you chatting with your secret older boyfriend?I sigh and don’t answer. I don’t know how to. After staring at my phone blankly for a while, I put it down and stare at the ceiling instead.So Xavier and Melanie had sex on their second date. It’s painful to think of them being together
Every Daddy is a reference, a hidden threat to her mother. She’s feeling brave enough to flirt with danger, but I act like it’s perfectly natural. Like she’s always called me Daddy.The card is simple: ‘You’re the very best father I ever could have imagined. Thank you so much for everything you do for me.’ The book is a small coffee table book about architecture in Switzerland, not the most inspired gift, but I’m touched by the sentiment. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” I say, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze.“My turn,” grins Melanie, lifting a gift bag up from her feet and sliding it over to me. It appears to contain a bottle of wine. Better be a five-hundred dollar bottle of wine, I think to myself.But when I open it up, it’s not. It’s a seven dollar wine at best, but one that surprises me with the warm memories it brings up. I laugh with genuine mirth as I pull it out of the bag.“Almaden!” I exclaim, chuckling. “Oh my God. How did you ever find this?”Melanie laughs too
Mon dieu. “I thought you said you were sore.”She nods. “I don’t care. If I have to sit through dinner with Melanie pretending that everything is perfectly normal between us, I at least want the pain to remind me that you secretly fucked me in the bathroom.”It’s hopeless. My dick is hard already, throbbing in my pants. How has Hazel become such a filthy little girl so quickly? I’m equally shocked and turned on at the forbidden scenario she’s imagining. The one thing I can’t bring myself to tell her is that her mother has already guessed it—and doesn’t care. That, more than anything, is something I never want Hazel to know.“Turn around and put your hands on the counter,” I say in a low voice, turning off the water and unzipping my pants. I stand behind her, lining my cock up with her entrance and lean forward to murmur in her ear. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you while Mommy’s downstairs?”“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. I squeeze a hand around her hip as
Xavier when we get home on Sunday, I haven’t given a second’s thought to Melanie. It hasn’t occurred to me to wonder if there might be some sign of her left behind, if she could have maybe forgotten something—maybe even left a note. I’ve been so completely transported by the events of the past twenty-four hours that I’ve practically forgotten about her.So it’s a shock when I unlock the door and walk in to find Melanie waiting in the kitchen.“Hello!” she trills from a stool at the kitchen island, lifting both hands and one foot in an overly-exuberant greeting, as if we’d be happy to see her. Her phone and a glass of wine are on the island in front of her.“Melanie,” I say, stunned. “What are you doing here?” My lawyer was supposed to have her escorted off the premises. It occurs to me I haven’t even looked at my phone since last night, I’ve been so utterly consumed by Hazel, fucking her again and again over the course of the night and this morning until she complained that her pussy
“Yes.”“And you’re on the pill?”Understanding dawns in her eyes. “Yes.”“When I come, I want it to be inside of you, Hazel.”She pauses. “Okay, Daddy.”I can’t help but smile. “That’s good, baby. That’s very good.” I press the head of my cock harder against her hole, until I can feel her resistance. “I’m not going to wear a condom, because it’s different with us, okay? I’m not some boy doing God knows what. I’m your daddy who’s going to take care of you.”“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes again.“That’s good,” I murmur, caressing her cheek with one hand. “You’re such a good girl, Hazel. You’re so good to your daddy.”I push against her entrance, feeling the squeeze of her pussy as I slide into her slowly. She pinches her eyebrows together, looking strained, and I slow down. Grown women with lots of experience sometimes have trouble taking my cock. It’s something that I’m used to.“It’s okay,” I reassure her. “I’m going to go really slowly. Just relax.” I push in a little deeper, the tight b
“Yes.” My voice is almost a whisper. I can hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart. “Yes, Daddy.”He smiles slowly. “That’s good. What I really want is to be your daddy in every way, Hazel. I want to comfort and care for you, and love you, and I want to play games with you, games I think we will both enjoy, things we’ve tried out a little already. I want to be your daddy in bed, and I want you to be my little girl. Do you want that, too?”“Yes,” I breathe.“That’s good.” He takes another sip of his drink and then places the glass on the nightstand between us. “Then in that case,” he says. “You’re going to be a good little girl for me tonight.”#Xavier #it’s a relief to let go, to drop the burden of self-control. To lay down the mantle of responsibility and honour and just say, fuck it.Hazel’s safety and wellbeing comes first. I will always care for her and protect her, but knowing that she wants what I want, that she’s as eager to be my willing little girl as I am to be her b
“Hazel.” His voice is soft but censorious, a father gently correcting a child, but something inside me is breaking open; something that can’t be contained. I love him. I love him with a kind of fierceness that can’t be locked up or tamed.“Xavier.” I match his tone. “Don’t you know everything’s different between us? I can’t pretend we’re the same as we were before. I can’t pretend I don’t love you, and I don’t want to. What if it…what if it wasn’t a secret anymore?”He closes his eyes for a second and takes a breath. “Sweetheart. You know how I feel about you, but look around. We don’t live in a world where this is okay. And with your mother gone, I want you to know that I will always be there for you, okay? As…as a father.”“I know, Dad.” I tighten my arms around him, squeezing him before I ask the question that might make him pull away from me. “I know you will always be there for me. But I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. I…want you. Even if we have to do it in secret, then fin
The wedding is a short Uber ride from our hotel at a winery. Guests in their finery are milling all over the place, inside and out, and it’s clear the entire space is rented out just for the wedding. White ribbons billow from every post, and strings of Edison bulbs sway in the wind above us. Xavier doesn’t wait for a server, and walks right into the main room, ordering a scotch from the bar. When the bartender offers me a glass of wine, Xavier answers for me. “She’ll have a Coke.”We head outside, towards the back where white wooden chairs have been set out in neat rows below a makeshift ceiling of string lights, and I trail after Xavier as he circulates among the guests, introducing me to the people I don’t know and reminding me about the people I do. It feels a little like a game of make-believe, and I wonder if anyone would believe I’m Xavier’s date—except that he keeps introducing me to people as his daughter.When a woman in a headset with a clipboard starts telling us to take ou
“Babe,” she resists, blinking nervously. She knows me well enough to know when I won’t back down.I take a step forward. “I’ll call Patrick to take you to a hotel tonight.” Our family lawyer, Patrick, is well known to Melanie. “Tomorrow you’ll find accommodations for yourself. You will not speak to Hazel, you will not show up on our doorstep, and any future communication will go through Patrick.”She twists her mouth, furrowing her brow. Frustration is etched all over her face. “You could have had it all and now you’re going to throw it away?”I take another step forward, dwarfing her with my full height. “Could have had what?” I ask menacingly. “You and your daughter? She’s not yours to sell, Melanie.”“I’ll use it against you,” she threatens. “I’ll destroy you!”“I don’t care what you do. You think you can send any storm my way that I can’t weather? Do your worst. But don’t you dare try to use Hazel as a pawn.”She steps back. “You’ll have to pay me more alimony to shut me up!”“The