Yes Daddy Read Online B.B. Hamel (Dark Daddies #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dark Daddies Series by B.B. Hamel
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
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I can’t slow down. That’s the only thing I know. I can’t stop running.

If I stop running, something bad might happen.

I keep going, keep pushing. I can feel it coming now, the pure exhaustion. I can barely move. I’m crawling along, but I’m not stopping.

Eventually I stumble, my legs giving out. I plummet forward, ground screaming up toward my face.

I wake with a start. I stare up at the ceiling, blinking for a second.

A new bad dream.

I frown a little bit. I’m not covered in sweat. My heart isn’t racing.

But a nightmare. Definitely a nightmare.

Still, no plane, no screaming. It wasn’t that bad. I climb out of bed and flex my muscles, moving my fingers, stretching my neck. It takes a minute before I’m fully awake. I glance down at the clock.

Just before five, enough time to work out.

I get up and throw some clothes on, trying not to think about what that dream meant, trying not to think about why I can’t stop running.

* * *

I dress slowly in front of the mirror, looking at myself carefully. I wonder what other people see when they look at me, but I know it’s impossible to tell.

I see a man that used to be young, but isn’t anymore. I’ve taken good care of myself, so I don’t look my forty years, but still. I see a man that’s past his prime.

I see a man that can still break the fucking world if he wants to.

I sigh and slip on my jacket. I decide against a tie today for some reason.

My shoes make a sound as I walk down the hall and toward my office. I’m guessing that’s how Hazel knows when I’m coming. I make sure to walk extra hard for her, just to give her a little more warning than usual.

I open the door and step into my office. She’s there like always, holding the tray, averting her eyes.

I smile and walk over to her. She looks surprised when I take the tray from her hands and place it down on the desk.

“Come with me,” I say, turning away.

She obeys silently. I lead her back down my hall and turn toward the stairwell. We walk together up the steps, not saying a word.

I take her to the top and out onto the roof. It’s a beautiful morning, just a very gentle breeze. She blinks at the sunlight, and my suit jacket ripples around me in the wind.

I take her hand and lead her over toward the edge. She puts her hand on the safety railing and looks out at the city.

We don’t speak. We stand there together, taking in the view.

“This is amazing,” she says finally.

“I come up here a lot,” I tell her, not sure why I’m even doing this. “When I need to get away.”

She looks at me, a little playful smile on her lips. “When you need to escape that crowded office?”

I laugh and shrug. “It doesn’t seem crowded, but it is.”

She looks back out over the city. I’m struck for a second at how gorgeous she is, especially with the soft light glinting off her dark hair.

“I asked you questions yesterday,” I say softly. “And you wanted to know when you’d get to ask me some in return.”

She looks back at me. “I’m curious if you’d tell me.”

“I would,” I say softly. “Do you really want to know me?”

She nods. I look at her body, at the modest light gray dress she’s wearing overtop of some dark leggings. I can already taste her, but I keep myself under control.

“Are you sure?” I step closer to her. “There’s a reason I don’t leave this place, Hazel.”

She bites her lip. “It’s only fair. You got to ask me and now I want to ask you.”

I laugh softly. “Okay then. This is your chance.” I get close to her, running my hand through her hair. “Turn around and place your hands on the railing.”

She hesitates but does as I asked. I love making her turn around and bend over. I push her legs wider and kneel behind her. I slowly pull her dress up over her hips, exposing the top of her tights.

I pull them down over her ass, and nice slow. Undressing her like this is like opening a present or peeling a ripe piece of fruit. She’s so fucking ripe for me, dripping for me, always ready for me. I pull her tights down around her knees, followed by her panties. No sense in getting those soaked through.

She looks over her shoulder at me. We’re on the roof of my building, out in the open air, overlooking the city. We’re along in the clouds together, and her pretty little pussy is glistening bright for me, begging me to touch it.

“Ask away,” I say to her.

She blinks a little as I tease her with my fingers. I slide them in and out and up to her clit, rubbing it softly. She groans and bites her lip.


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