Cyrus“How does a scumbag like that just disappear? Help me understand this, Caleb!”I heard Caleb sigh through the phone. It had been several days since Megan, Sadie, and I had arrived at the country estate. I had expected a more optimistic report from Caleb by this point, but I was disappointed to find that he and his team hadn’t come any closer to finding Ralph than the night he’d shown up outside Megan’s window. It was frustrating as hell, and I simply didn’t understand how it was possible for the bastard to just disappear.“We’ve been scouring the city, hitting up all his old haunts and acquaintances,” Caleb told me. "Nobody’s seen him.”“Bullshit,” I spat. “His junkie friends are covering for him. Why would they give him up?”“I don’t know why they’d bother hiding him,” Caleb countered. “No one we talked to is overly fond of Ralph, and we offered generous incentives to anyone who could point us in the right direction.”“What kind of incentives?” I grumbled.“Well, it depended on
SadieThe morning after Cyrus and I had made love in the library, I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect from him. I woke up in my bed, alone. He had been with me when I’d fallen asleep, but should I have been surprised he wasn’t there in the morning?I wasn’t sure, but it hurt waking up and feeling abandoned. I got out of bed and got dressed and ready for the day, then cautiously made my way out of my room to wake Megan up for breakfast. Her door was just a few down from mine, but before I reached it, I heard a throat clear behind me.“Good morning.”I stopped, my whole body going rigid with surprise and tension. Slowly, I turned around and found Cyrus standing just a few feet away. He was wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, and I felt my mouth literally begin to water as I stared at him.He smirked. “Cat got your tongue?”Remembering how to breathe, I cleared my throat and said, “Sorry…you startled me.”He tilted his head and took a few steps closer to me. “Clearly. I was ju
SadieI didn’t want to stop. I wanted to push him over the edge, so I defiantly kept going.With a growl, he finally gripped my hair and held my head still. Moving back, he slipped himself from my mouth, and I looked up at him, ready to protest.The words died on my tongue. The need blazing in his eyes stole my breath.“Stand up,” he growled.I did. He immediately picked me up into his arms. I let out a surprised squeak.“Cyrus…” I gasped.“You’ve got me all worked up,” he said, turning to my bed. “Now you’ve got to deal with it.”I let out a laugh and clutched his shoulders to bring him in for a kiss. He laid me on the bed and followed me down onto it, and we lost ourselves to each other once again.***The next few days passed much like that first one after our encounter in the library. As I went about my day, Cyrus would flirt with and tease me. We were careful not to do anything in front of Megan. I understood why we were keeping our blossoming romance from her, but there was a pa
SadieI laughed softly and reached up to touch the side of his face with my fingertips.“You are romantic,” I murmured. “And sweet and kind. You put on this tough guy act all the time, but you’re just a big teddy bear on the inside.”“How dare you.” He chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss.When we moved apart from each other again, I released a long sigh.“Can I ask…will we be going back to the city soon?”He furrowed his brow. “You want to go back?”I shrugged and looked around us. “Not necessarily. It’s lovely here, and Megan is doing so well, but…we can’t hide from our real lives forever. You know that as much as I do.”He nodded and shoved a hand through his hair.“When it’s safe, we’ll go back,” he said in a slightly sharper tone.I sighed. “Cyrus, that isn’t an answer, and you know it.”“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he replied with a scowl. “I can’t predict what I have no control over.”I didn’t want him to get upset, and I didn’t want to ruin this moment for us. Howev
“I know,” he replied, crawling up my body and kissing me once more. “I don’t want you to get off just yet, though. I want to make this last…and I want to be inside you when you do come.”I felt my cheeks flush at his words and my heart was beating so hard, I thought he had to hear it. He reached down to undo his pants and release his erection. I parted my legs wider and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaving myself completely open and vulnerable to him. He stared down at me, his eyes swirling with a heady mixture of lust and tenderness, as he slowly sank into me.My lips parted, and I gasped as he filled me, the sensation overwhelming and pleasurable but familiar at the same time. My body had grown used to his by that point. It welcomed his invasion with no resistance. When Cyrus had sunk into the hilt, he stopped and held himself still for several moments, his gaze never wavering from mine.“You feel so perfect,” he murmured. “Like you were made for me.”“When you say things like t
CyrusTwo days after my picnic with Sadie, I was working in my office on the estate, trying to focus on my work and not on how much I wanted to hunt her down right that moment and bend her over. I was coming to realize that I could grow dangerously addicted to the woman…and I didn’t want to do a damn thing about it. I was happy to be addicted to Sadie.Just as I was deciding to give into my desire to go and find her, my phone rang. It seemed as though Sadie was being saved by the bell…for the moment.Picking up my phone, I saw that it was my assistant back at the New York office.“Hello?” I answered the call. “What can I do for you, Brenda?”“I’m sorry to bother you, sir,” she replied in her usual no-nonsense tone. “But I’m afraid we’ve had an issue arise, and we need you to come back to the city.”“What? What are you talking about?” I growled. “What’s going on?”“I’m afraid the executives over at Micourt are stalling in the merger deal,” she told me. “They’re refusing to move forward
Cyrus“You listen to Sadie while I’m gone, all right. Be a good girl.”Megan nodded, her big eyes wide as she stared up at me. Morning had come far too quickly, and I was getting ready to hit the road back to the city. Sadie and Megan were standing in the driveway next to my car to tell me goodbye. Megan was still in her pajamas, and Sadie wore a pair of yoga pants and a tank top I desperately wanted to rip off her. She gazed at me with a worried expression, but I could tell she was trying not to let her anxiety show in front of Megan.“Will you come back soon, Uncle Cyrus?” Megan asked, reaching up to grab my hand. “I don’t want you to go.”I gave her a tender smile and lowered myself, so I was squatting in front of her.I patted her head and said, “I’ll only be gone a day or two. I promise, you won’t even notice I’m gone.”She stuck out her bottom lip. “Yes, I will.”I chuckled and nodded. “All right, maybe you will because you’re a very smart girl. You’ll have Sadie, though. You tw
SadieThe house felt empty without Cyrus. It was strange. There were still staff members around and security guards, but it seemed as though a significant presence was absent. Like something was missing from the estate.I maintained a cheery expression for Megan’s sake, but inside, I was a mess. I was afraid for Cyrus’ safety, first and foremost. Despite his confidence that Ralph wouldn’t dare do anything to him specifically, I wasn’t so certain. If Ralph was desperate enough, who knows what he’d try and who he’d go after?Apart from that, though, I just missed him like crazy. He’d only been gone a few hours, but it felt so much longer. I didn’t really understand why I was so desperate for him to come back. It was only going to be a couple of days…it wasn’t an unreasonable amount of time. Maybe it was because things between us were so undefined. We were together, but we weren’t, and it was hard not to let my insecurities creep into the edge of my mind without Cyrus around to put them
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