Bound to the Daddy (Knotted for Life)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

REX

I stare at my email, a grin sliding across my lips. Seems as if my little omega put up a fight at work while being fired. Good thing she stopped when she did. There’s no telling if I would have actually bailed her out immediately or watched as she clung to the bars, desperation lining her features.

Just one more hurdle to get past before she comes crawling home to Daddy like a good little girl. Picking up my phone, I glance over at the number to make sure I have it right. Each ring makes my heart pound in my chest as my cock pulses in my designer pants.

Eventually, the woman picks up. It takes no time at all to explain the false situation my ‘daughter’ finds herself in and secure her assistance in getting her home. Now, all I have to do is wait. Wait and work.

My phone dings as Brody’s tracker goes off, alerting me he’s back home. A heavy sigh flits through my lips as I watch the screens in the guest house. Yet another hurdle for me to add to the list. Stephanie is still with him, though God knows why. Unfortunately, he’s the main tether I have to her right now.

That is, until he eventually breaks her heart, which I know will be any day now. Pulling up Brody’s calendar, I frown as I study his plans, noting he’s supposed to be in another country right now. What is my son playing at?

And that’s when a buxom blonde comes in, giggling after him like some sycophant. Seems as if my son has been double dipping with Stephanie being none the wiser. Not that I’m surprised, but honestly, this couldn’t have happened at a better time.

No telling when I might need to use this evidence to secure my place with my new omega. A devious smile lifts the corner of my lips as I hit record, then turn away. There are many things I enjoy, but watching my son get laid is not one of them.

Configuring the options on my phone, I set it to turn the cameras off once they leave the guesthouse. That is, if they ever leave. It could be he’s just as lackluster with the others as he is with Stephanie. Just luring them in with his last name and discarding them as if they were trash.

Growling under my breath, I grab my briefcase and head into the office. Unlike Brody’s bullshit meetings that don’t really exist, the financial district as a whole depends on my careful negotiations. As much as I wish I could just stay at home and fuck some bimbo until my balls are empty, it’s just not going to happen.

The meeting drags on forever as both sides yell at each other, refusing to meet in the middle. Since this part has absolutely nothing to do with me, I pull out my phone and check the cameras. Less than an hour. Color me surprised.

I don’t want to think about my son. I want to think about his girlfriend. A smile curls up my lips as I shoot off a quick text.

Rex

Just checking in. When can we schedule a time for my mechanic to look at your car?

Setting the phone on the desk, I do my best to turn my attention back to the argument in front of me. But my thoughts scatter like ashes on the wind when her message pops up on the screen, making my phone rattle against the desk.

“Something you need to attend to, Rothsbourne?” My fellow CFO looks over at me and raises his eyebrow. “I’m quite capable of overseeing the rest of the negotiations while you continue to work on the other end of things.”

He knows how much I detest petty squabbling, especially when it comes to idiots who can’t seem to handle money well. Flashing him a grateful smile and giving my excuses to the clients, I duck out into the hall and pull up her message.

Stephanie

Can’t really talk right now. I’m at work.

My lips turn down into a frown as I scroll through the employment database. It still shows her as terminated. The lying little minx. My palm itches as I picture her lying over my desk as I spank her for her deceit. But I can’t tip my hand. Not yet.

Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll have a car pick you up.

Really. It’s no trouble. I have a friend who’s going to look at it.

Friend? What friend? No doubt she’s lying about that too, but only time will tell. Shaking my head, I force her out of my thoughts as I wrap up the rest of the day. Thankfully money makes sense to me. It allows my brain to drift off as I balance ledgers and make trades.

Once the day is over, I stretch and pick up my phone. Still nothing.

Are you done with work?

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Those damned dots appear and disappear as she writes. Either she’s writing me a tome, or she’s trying to figure out what lie to tell me now.

I am. Is Brody back in town?

Why don’t you come over and see the calendar for yourself?

That’s okay. I’ll just message him.

Hmmm. Seems as if my omega doesn’t want to be home alone with me. I wonder why. I resist the urge to chuckle as I pack up for the night.

I love that she’s intimidated by me. As she should be. I always get what I want, and right now, it’s her.

Sitting alone at the table, I bring a glass of bourbon to my lips. Brody is out. Not that he actually eats dinner with me anymore. The maids bustle about, bringing in food or cleaning, but they’re not good company. Pulling out my phone, I open my photos and scroll through until I get to the screenshots I took of Stephanie while she was in the shower.

Like a depraved madman, I run my fingers down the screen, stroking her cheek as she looks up unknowingly at the camera. Once she’s mine, I’ll have to make other pictures to keep with me so I can have inspiration while I jerk off at work. Better yet, I could just make her my assistant and fuck her whenever I want to.

This obsession is a madness threatening to consume me. Normally, I’m calm and collected, able to patiently wait for what I want. With Stephanie, I feel the walls closing in. I have to act. I have to get her under my thumb. But how?

At twenty, it’s only a matter of time before she’s matched and out of my control. My heart seizes as I imagine her walking down the aisle to someone else. Calling out his name while his knot stretches her out. No. I can’t allow that. I won’t.

Stephanie is mine, and I will do whatever it takes to own her, to claim her, to chain her to my side forever.

Pulling up my email, I shoot off a quick missive to one of the women at the matching facility. The instant her name comes up to be matched, this person will let me know. That is, if she knows what’s good for her.

Not only do I own the deed to her house and am allowing her to stay there rent free while she helps her brother out of yet another mess, I’m putting her eldest through school. Not that I need to threaten her with any of that. No doubt her gratitude will make her want to serve me without question.

A guttural moan rips from my lips as I push away from the table, completely ignoring the food in front of me. I can’t eat right now, let alone think clearly. What is this obsession doing to me? Why do I need Stephanie like I need air?

I walk into my bathroom and grip the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. What does insanity look like? Is it something you can see? Hear? Taste? Smell? Are there noticeable signs?

My fingers dig into the smooth porcelain as I look for some reason for this madness. Hell, even Brody isn’t this fixated on her. More than likely, it’s because she denies me. That has to be it.

Everyone in my life simpers and sighs around me, desperate to do what I want, when I want it. But not Stephanie. I glance over to the pile of bills I left over on the nightstand after she left them in the guest house.

She’s such a conundrum. She doesn’t want my money. She doesn’t want to avail herself of my mechanic or any other forms of help I might offer. Yet she cries out my name as she strokes her pretty little clit in the shower.

A feral growl rumbles past my lips and vibrates through the air as I picture Stephanie stroking herself for me where I can watch and taste her. Even now, her scent seems to cling to me despite the fact that I’ve showered since seeing her yesterday.

Soon. So achingly soon. Once she’s set to be matched, I’ll be the one at the altar waiting for her. She won’t have a choice but to submit to me for six months. God. Six months where I can tease her, fuck her, mold her into the perfect submissive for me.

Gripping my cock through my pants, I close my eyes and picture her on her knees under my desk, sucking me off while I conduct business with other officials. Or better yet, just having me inside her all the time, whether I’m fully erect or not.

Hell, since catching her scent a couple of years ago, I’ve stayed in a constant state of arousal. I’d say I was close to a rut, but it doesn’t exactly feel like that. And truthfully, she hasn’t smelled like she was going into a heat either. So it’s certainly not that.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Lots of work needs to be done before I can fully integrate Stephanie into my life. Pulling open my closet, I frown at the lack of space. This area will need to be redone before we get matched.

Right now, she may have only a few meager belongings, but once she’s mine, I’ll spoil her rotten. She’ll need a place to put all her treasures. Opening my phone, I start taking notes as I work my way from room to room.

Even though I’m obsessed with her to the point of criminality, I find that I’m at a loss as to what her tastes are. It will be difficult to design this suite when I don’t even know what her favorite color is.

Pulling out my phone, I shoot Brody a message. I should have paid more attention. But then, my obsession seems to be a far more recent thing.

Rex

What’s Stephanie’s favorite color? Does she have a favorite food? Flower? Anything?

Brody

... Why do you care?

I look through my calendar and smile.

Her birthday is coming up, and I was thinking of throwing her a party here.

Oh... She won’t need one. She’s a simple girl. I’ll just take her out to some restaurant.

Don’t you want to throw your girlfriend a party? What about her friends?

What friends? She doesn’t have any friends. She just follows me around like a lost little puppy.

Anger tinges my vision as Brody speaks about her that way. So flippant, almost as if he’s annoyed.

Fair enough. For future reference, though, I’d like to know the answers. What if I want to do something for the family for Christmas?

... Again, there’s no need. She’s not going to want to spend time here.

Is the boy that stupid? Or does he simply not care?

You do realize she has no family, and she’s dating you... right? Like you do comprehend that she might want somewhere to go for Christmas?

Yeah. I’m not an idiot. She didn’t want to come last year, or the year before, or the year before that. What makes you think she’ll want to come this year?

He has me there. There’s not much I can say without giving my true intentions away.

On the off chance. Humor your old man.

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Look. I think she liked blue when we were in high school, but I don’t know right now. She seems cool with anything I give her. I’ve never heard her complain a bit. So whatever you do will be fine. I’m about to be in a meeting, so don’t bother me for a bit.

…Happy with whatever she gets. Well, that will stop soon enough. Tossing the phone down onto my bed, I run my fingers through my hair. I will certainly have my work cut out for me when she’s finally under my roof.