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 want daily update reports from you. Submit them to Rogers at the end of the day.”

“Reports?” He looks shocked. “What do you mean?”

“Reports on what you’re doing, how your division is doing, everything. I want more detail. I want more involvement.”

He’s silent for a moment. “Did I do something?” he asks me.

“Don’t be pathetic, Declan. Go get it done.”

He takes a breath. I see anger flash across his face for the barest of moments, but he gets himself together. Declan is very good at keeping himself under control.

“I’ll get it done,” he says, standing. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Send in Hazel on your way out.”

His eyes flash again, but he nods and turns. I watch him walk out of my office stiffly.

I didn’t like that little meeting. I hated hearing Hazel’s name on his lips, but there’s something more going on. I feel like I’m waking from a long dream and starting to see Declan more clearly.

He’s trying something. I can smell it all over him. He’s worried that Hazel has influence over me, and I wonder if she’s the first assistant he’s tried to sabotage. Based on the clumsy way he went about it, I’m betting I haven’t exactly been difficult to steer in the past.

Not now, though. Not with Hazel. Not with someone I actually want.

I need to keep an eye on Declan. But for now, I need something more important.

Hazel comes into my office a few moments after he leaves.

She comes up to the desk and performs a decent curtsy. “You wanted me, Daddy?”

I feel my blood thrum when she calls me Daddy. I love hearing that leave her lips. I love the way she looks at me, her tight little body begging to be fucked and destroyed. If she stays with me, that’s what she’ll get.

But I suspect that’s what she wants.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I say softly to her, getting to my feet. “Please undress, down to your bra and panties, and sit on the couch. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

She nods and does as I asked immediately without question. I hesitate a moment as she starts to unbutton her blouse. I catch a glimpse of her full breasts as I leave the office and walk the short distance to my bedroom, excitement running through my skin.

I can still taste her pussy from this morning on my lips as I open the second drawer on my dresser. I take several thick, strong silk ropes from inside, testing their strength. I can still taste her pussy, but I still need more.

I flex the ropes before turning and walking back to the office, a smile slowly growing with every step.

13

Hazel

I sit on the couch in my underwear, heart beating fast. I’m alone in his office and if Rogers walks in right now, I don’t know what he’ll think.

It doesn’t matter. I can’t let myself go down that rabbit hole. I can’t worry about getting caught or what it means that I’m sleeping with my boss.

Not now, not while I’m naked and sitting on his couch, waiting for him to come back.

He’s gone for what seems like a long time, but is probably more like a minute or two. I hear his feet in the hallway as he returns and steps back into the office, smiling slightly as he comes toward me.

“My little Hazel,” he says, stopping in front of me. I keep my back straight, my breasts out slightly as his eyes move along my body. I stare at the dark bundle in his hands, trying to understand what it is.

“At first, this may seem like a punishment,” he says softly as he slowly unravels what he’s holding.

It’s a rope.

He flexes it, cocking his head.

“At first, it might even be uncomfortable. Have you ever been bound before?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Good. It’s better if this is your first time.” He steps closer and gets down on one knee in front of me. It’s almost like he’s about to propose.

But of course, that’s not what he’s doing. He gently takes my right wrist and wraps the rope around it, loosely at first, but quickly pulling it tight.

The rope is soft. I frown a little.

“Silk,” he provides, reading my mind.

Of course it’s silk, black silk, inky black. There’s a slight sheen as it moves in the light. He takes my other wrist and wraps it around, making an intricate pattern, binding my wrists together.

“At first, you might be tempted to struggle, to fight against the rope.” He smiles softly. “Don’t give in to the temptation. The more you struggle, the tighter it gets.” He takes my chin and tips my eyes up, making me meet his gaze. “Trust your Daddy. You do trust me, right?”

“I trust you,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” He releases my chin and stands. I sit there with my wrists together, and he’s right, I’m tempted to flex them and test my bond. I do it, just a little bit, and it does tighten. Not uncomfortably, not yet, but tighter.


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