Bound to the Daddy (Knotted for Life)

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

REX

I watch Stephanie’s ass sway as she continues picking up stuff from the floor. The fact that my asshole son is having her clean when I could send someone over is telling. She never specified the money was for her services, but I can imagine that’s exactly the effect he wanted to have. Her shoulders slump as she performs duties she really shouldn’t have to, only to go and do it all again for less pay.

“How much did he give you?”

“Pardon?”

She looks up at me with that fuck me gaze of hers as she wets her bottom lip. My cock swells as I watch the hesitancy and indecision in her eyes. It’s like she’s a frightened mouse, and I’m a ferocious predator set to swoop her up.

“To clean up the guest house? How much did he pay you?”

“Oh,” she laughs it off. Or attempts to. The sound is strained even to my ears. “He didn’t pay me to do this. He just wants to take care of me. That’s all.”

“I see. And how well is he taking care of you?”

Her face turns bright red as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a couple of crumpled bills. Probably just enough for gas and maybe some food. Shaking my head, I hold out my hand.

“You don’t have to worry,” she mumbles, stuffing them back into her pocket. “It’s more than enough.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Give me the money.” A growl laces the air as I hold out my hand again.

It’s not quite an Alpha roar, but certainly enough to let her know I mean business. Again, she glances down at the floor, her cheeks taking on such a delightful shade of pink. Part of me wonders if it’s the same shade as when she’s in the throes of passion.

Just watching her causes my mind to melt with insanity. I need her. I want her. I will do anything to have her. Every fucking day, it’s getting harder to resist the siren call of her body, the luscious pout of her lips, and undeniable curve of her body.

Thrusting that futile thought out of my mind, I do my best to focus on controlling the situation and taking care of her the way my son refuses to. “You said you have to go to work today. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“And your car is still running fine?”

She looks at the floor. Ever since I first met her when she was a high schooler, she had this tell when she didn’t want to reveal something. At twenty, it’s just as adorable on her now as it was then.

“It gets me there,” she finally mumbles.

A sigh drifts from my lips as my fingers itch to grab my belt. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Look,” she finally cries out, flopping her hands to the side. “What do you want me to say? That it’s a piece of shit car? That I’ve been doing everything I can to hold my life together since my parents died? I’m doing my best. Okay?”

The need to touch her, to comfort her, to own her runs through me until I cannot resist any longer. I gather Stephanie into my arms and hold her for a few moments. At first, her body stiffens as I make contact, but after a little bit, she relaxes into me.

Her hair is soft and supple under my hand as I do my best to keep my touch fatherly and detached. But with every inhale of her scent, I’m lost under her spell. When exactly did this shift happen? When did she go from a schoolgirl fighting with my son until they ‘kissed and made up’ under the tree in the backyard to this woman I want to possess with every fiber of my being?

I never looked at her this way when she was still in high school. There was never a moment where I thought these dark and dastardly thoughts when I looked at her. But within the last year or two, she went from someone I’d protect with my life to someone I’d burn the world down for just one taste of her pussy.

My own Venus de Milo, my Helen of Troy, and my heart’s desire. I could give her the world if she just asked… But she doesn’t. She refuses any and everything I offer.

All for Brody… Fucking Brody. I want to give the boy the benefit of the doubt, to believe he’s doing right by her, but I know the truth.

Ever since I’ve taken him back into my home, he’s been nothing but trouble. Try as I might to mend the bridge between us, he just keeps pushing me away and acting out in ways I can’t even fathom. Whether it’s his refusal to get a real job, or the goddamn chip on his shoulder when I ask the bare minimum of him, everything is a fight.

I get it. His mother and I were both kids when we had him. Eighteen-year-olds who didn’t have a fucking clue what to do. But I tried my best.

Yes, I had ambition, even then. But I tried my hardest to include his mother. All she wanted to do was live off the Rothsbourne supplementary income and keep Brody with her where she could spoil him rotten.

If he’d lived here with me, there’d be a far different outcome. Now, he’s this self-entitled little brat who’s one wrong move from being disowned. And it fucking hurts that it’s ended up this way.

Instead of being able to bond with my son and raise him properly, I’m stuck with some nepo baby who refuses to grow up. Unfortunately, it’s far too late to just kick him out of the nest. It won’t do any good.

Not that I can fully justify such extreme actions, anyway. He’s my only son, a Rothsbourne. Without an heir to take his place, a legitimate heir the Governing Body will recognize, my legacy ends with him—a painful reminder of my past and pathetic hope for the future.

Soft tears catch my attention, drawing me back to the present. Whether or not my son is who I want to be my current heir, makes no difference in the here and now. Stephanie shudders in my arms, tugging at my heartstrings.

The jackass doesn’t seem to realize what he has. Perhaps I should do something about it. He’s obviously incapable of giving her what she really needs.

Thoughts and plans formulate in my head as I look at Stephanie. There’s a vulnerability there, a tenderness that calls to the Daddy in me to protect and possess her.

My cock twitches with each teary hiccup. How beautiful would she be sobbing at my feet with a blazing red bottom and a well-fucked pussy? I know her well enough to know she’ll earn her share of discipline.

She’s just as stubborn as my son. Unlike my son, she’s still moldable, malleable, able to possibly see reason. If she were mine, I’d be able to change that stubbornness, guide her, and fashion her into her best self. My balls tighten and clench as I breathe in the scent of her misery.

Just a few changes here and there, the shuffling of pieces on a chessboard, and she’ll be mine. Once she realizes she has no other options, she’ll come crawling to me and my exacting dominance. After a few minutes, I pull her back and grab a handkerchief from my pocket to dab her eyes.

“Sorry,” she mutters. “It’s just been a hard week. But don’t worry. I’ll figure something out.”

“Are you always so stubborn?”

This gets a small smile out of her. “Haven’t I always been?”

“I’m too old to remember.”

Her sharp bark of laughter at my joke causes my balls to clench even more until it’s at the point of pain. She lays her hand on my arm, not even thinking about the effect it might have on me. And why would she? I’m her boyfriend’s dad. I’m not supposed to have these lustful thoughts about her.

“You’re like what, Sixty? Seventy?” she teases.

“Thirty-eight,” I respond, my tone dry. “Don’t make me some ancient, decrepit man.”

“I keep forgetting you had Brody when you were my age.”

“Younger, actually. But I don’t want to dredge up the past.” Talking about my son to the woman I want to fuck just feels wrong. “I want to focus on the present. Let my mechanic take a look at your car.”

She glances over at the clock and gasps. “Oh God. I didn’t realize how late it was. I won’t have time. I’m just barely able to get home to shower.”

“Shower here. There’s no sense in going all the way back downtown in this traffic. And in the meantime, I’ll have my guy look at your car.”

Her gaze drifts from me to the screen and back again. Anxiety rolls off of her so thick it churns my stomach. “Please. It would just be easier to shower at home.”

As she steps past me, I grab her arm and stop her in her tracks. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“I... It’s... Look. It’s just too embarrassing. Okay?”

Crossing my arms, I give her a soft glare. “You got your period while playing video games with Brody. You stained my white duvet. I’m sure nothing can be quite as embarrassing as that.”

Her face blanches as she nearly tips forward. I do so love seeing her off kilter. It might be a touch cruel of me to remind her of such a humiliating memory, but the reality is she can’t possibly top it. Nothing she can say to me can be any worse than that.

“You really had to bring that back up? I was hoping you’d forget.”

“Again, I’m not so far gone and decrepit to remember things that cause you distress. Either mental or physical. So what is it? Is my guest house not good enough for you?”

“No, no!” She quickly cries out. “It’s not that at all. I just... I don’t know if I can shower here with you.”

My cock lurches at the vulnerability shining in her eyes. “Well, I wasn’t asking to join you,” I grind out, doing my absolute best to keep my arousal in check.

“I know that. I just... It’s just...” Again, her face goes crimson as a hint of desperation wafts on the air.

Is it my imagination, or is there also just the barest whiff of arousal? The way she fiddles with her fingers and rocks from side to side is very juvenile, but the scent coming off of her is all woman. It’s not her heat. Not that I can tell, anyway. Knowing her, she’s probably on suppressants to keep her from having one.

“It’s just?” I pry, knowing I’m playing with fire.

Fuck, I’ll probably get burned and go up in ashes. But it’s worth it to know there’s at least some part of her that finds me appealing. Rolling my shoulders, I stretch, noting her look of interest before she glances away.

“You don’t think it’s inappropriate?”

“What? That I’m offering to let you shower in my guest house? I know you’re fucking my son. How is this any worse?”

“It’s not,” she mumbles. “But if you’re going to be here...”

“Ahhh. So that’s your concern. I was just coming in here to meet up with Brody. Nothing more. My lunch break is nearly over, and I’m supposed to be back at the office soon. You can have all the privacy you want and need.”

Relief rushes over her face as her shoulders slump down. “I might take you up on it. But I definitely don’t have time for your mechanic to find everything wrong with my car.”

“In that case, bring it by after work tonight.”

Again, she hedges. “I don’t know. I think I’m just done.” There’s a soft hint of despondency in her voice, a tone that makes me want to drag her down to the bed and force her to tell me everything while I pleasure her with my mouth, hands, and cock.

“Done?” I demand. “Clarify for me.”

“With this,” she cries out, waving her arms about the place. “With Brody. It wouldn’t be fair to inconvenience you if I’m not with your son anymore.”

“First of all, you are never an inconvenience. Second of all, whether or not things are over between you and my son makes no difference to our interactions. Just do me one thing.”

“Name it.”

“Once you’re through with him, let me know.”

A light giggle passes her lips. “Why? So you can pounce?”

It’s as if the little minx can read my mind. Am I really all that transparent? Without much hesitation, I give voice to the darker part of me, the part that wants her kneeling at my feet. “Exactly.”

Her eyes widen, but she remains silent. So she’s not entirely opposed to the idea. This isn’t good. Part of me hoped she’d be repulsed by the very thought and make it easier to resist her lithe little body.

Eventually, she moves as she shakes her head. “You’re funny, Mr. Rothsbourne.”

I keep my tone dry as I pull my arousal back into check. “Hilarious. By the way, if you keep insisting on calling me Mr. Rothsbourne and not Rex, as I’ve asked, I’ll make you call me something else.”

“And what is that?” Seems as if I’ve piqued her curiosity. Such a dangerous, dangerous thing.

“I can always make you call me Daddy.”

For a moment, her body tenses as more of that decadent scent of her arousal circles around us, making my head spin. Her soft, nervous laugh skitters over me, making everything tighten in need, lust, and forbidden wanting.

“Haha. Yeah. Great joke.” There’s the barest hint of desperation in her tone as she looks at me, pleading with me almost. But for what, I can’t discern yet.

“I’m not joking in the slightest,” I purr, allowing my lips to curl up into a smirk.

Again, her face pales as I turn from her and walk over to the main hub on his island. While she stands there in shock, I pretend to scroll through his laughable excuse for a calendar. Where mine is filled with actual government meetings, acquisitions, and takeovers, he’s making up meetings with the DCC.

He’s not meeting with the DCC. Not today, at least. Which begs the question of what exactly my recalcitrant son is doing.

From my understanding, they’re taking a week hiatus before revealing their new low in digital currency. No doubt my son is off jerking around, making it seem like he’s busy, so he doesn’t have to get a real job. Why he’s stringing Stephanie along as well is beyond me.

A heavy sigh drifts from my lips as I open my wallet and place several crisp bills on the counter. “Here. Take this when you leave. And it’s not for cleaning the house either.”

With her eyes still wide, she scuttles over and slides her fingers over the money and looks through it, refusing to pick it up. “This is too much!”

“Says who?”

“Says me. You can’t give me this much money for nothing.”

“It’s not for nothing. You’re assisting me with keeping my son occupied. That’s certainly worth some compensation.”

“Thank you, Mr. Roths-” I raise my eyebrow, and she swallows. “Rex. But I can’t-”

“Look. The money is yours. What you do with it is your choice.” With a nod, I exit the space so Stephanie can feel safe enough to shower.

My fingers flex with every step as irritation runs down my spine. Seems as if I’ll have to make more of an impression on the stubborn girl. Instead of heading to my car so I can go to work, I bypass the garage and go to my study. What I plan to do shouldn’t take all that long.

As soon as I’m at my desk, I unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my pants so I can pull my erection out. I’m so fucking hard, and just from talking to her. Roses and sugar, a scent unique to her, clings to me, invading my lungs with every inhale.

Just a quick click of my fingers, and a few screens pop up. Normally, I try not to watch what she and my son do. All these cameras are for surveillance and ensuring the safekeeping of this estate.

However, now more than ever, I’m grateful to have them. Not to keep her, Brody, or my property safe, but to study my obsession where she cannot see me. She stands there, looking at my money, but my gut tells me she’s not going to take it.

My balls clench as she runs her fingers over the bills. It’s a soft caress, a gentle movement of her hand before she yanks them away, leaving them where I put them. I fucking knew it.

Her eyes dart about the space, presumably making sure I’m not there, before taking off her shirt. If only she knew I was watching her from the comfy confines of my office. What would she think then?

Despite her tentative arousal, she fights this attraction. I’m just not sure why. It’s not as if my son has anything redeemable about him. I do applaud her loyalty though.

Leaning forward, I watch in rapt attention as she takes off her bra. There’s a hesitancy in her touch, an innocence almost. Perfect for my pornographic needs.

Such pretty breasts. A perfect handful. Her nipples jut out, dark and dusky against her pale skin. How would they feel between my lips, my tongue lapping at them before I suck them deep into me? With a groan, I run my hand over my cock, squeezing my knot before gliding back up.

Such exquisite agony, such painful pleasure. My brain nearly melts as I touch myself to my forbidden goddess. Looking at the screen in the shower, my cock pulses as she removes the rest of her clothes and steps in. The hot spray fogs the lens for a few moments, but soon I’m able to watch as she soaps down her body.

Her fingers glide down, cleansing every inch. And once the soap is gone, her fingers go back to her pussy. At first, I think she’s merely making sure she’s completely and thoroughly rinsed off, but her head tilts back as her lips part.

She spreads her legs a bit and rubs her clit. Leaning forward, I continue to stroke myself as I watch her. Though the sound is soft and faint over the rushing water, I can almost make out the words dripping from her luscious lips.

“Mr. Rothsbourne,” she cries out as she slides her fingers deep into her pussy. “Daddy,” she seems to amend, a secret smile flitting across her lips as she tries out my title.

Shock roots me to the spot, stilling my hand as I continue to watch in amazement as she gets off to me. So that’s why she was so embarrassed. The poor little omega seems to have inappropriate feelings for me as well. Soft grunts fill my office as I grip my cock.

Her light, feminine moans surround me, spurring me forward. God, I can’t believe how absolutely lost I am in her. It’s a sickness that has no cure. All I know is that I will not rest until she’s under me, crying out my name in more than a whisper.

I want to make her shout it for all to hear. Damn my son. He’s not capable of giving her what she needs, what she wants, and what she truly desires.

He had his chance.

Now, it’s Daddy’s turn, and Daddy doesn’t give a fuck about anything else but making this omega mine.

I want to bend her over the couch and redden her ass for defying me and not allowing me to do what’s best for her. I want to bury myself in her sweet pussy as I defile her with my words. Hell, she got off on my humiliation earlier, so it’s not as if she won’t enjoy herself while I fill her ears with all the dirty, nasty things I want to do to her.

Tipping my head back, I continue to stroke myself, gripping the delicate skin as hard as I imagine her pussy will do. Soon. So fucking soon. But first, I need to get her under my control.

Even as I listen to her pleasuring herself, the plan from earlier solidifies in my mind. If I make it so that I’m all she’ll have, then she’ll have no choice but to submit to me and my depravity. I’ll be there to discipline her, guide her, and most of all, to give her the pleasure only a man can give her.

With a feral roar, I grip my knot as my other hand continues to jerk up and down with furious strokes. Cum shoots out and sullies the desk, coating the expensive wood with my seed. Once she’s mine, I’ll make it so my cum will only ever be in her. She’ll give me everything I want, and in return, I will give her the world.

She may hate me at first. She may try to deny my claim. But in the end... Daddy knows best.