Chapter 8

8

brIAN

" Y ou have no idea what you're getting yourself into, you fucking idiot," I growl, shoving him away from me.

The stalker is a college-age kid, probably someone who used to work in the mailroom or something at the company. The kind of person who's so bitter they would try to ruin an innocent woman's reputation.

"Who are you to tell me what to do, anyway?" the kid sneers.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Blair is mine. You don't fucking touch what's mine."

His face pales. He's finally realizing he fucked with the wrong man. I crack my knuckles and roll my shoulders, preparing to beat the shit out of the fucker.

"If you ever come near Blair again, I'll end you," I say and land a solid punch to his jaw.

The kid stumbles back but doesn't fall. He wipes the blood from his mouth and glares at me. "Fuck you." He spits and lunges forward, swinging his fist wildly.

I dodge the punch easily and deliver a blow to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. The kid crumples to the ground, and I stand over him, resisting the urge to kick him when he's down.

"This is your last chance," I say. "Stay the fuck away from Blair. Next time, you won't walk away."

He coughs and nods, and I turn and walk away, leaving him broken and bloody on the sidewalk.

Now that he's taken care of, it's time to go back home and take care of someone else—Blair who, if she's a good girl, will be waiting for me to return. Getting an alert from the tracker I slipped into her backpack that she had left on her own had put me on alert immediately. Something instinctual told me she was in danger, and I've never been more unhappy to be right.

While racing to the coffee shop, the tech guy I had put on the case of the stalker calls to tell me he has news. Blair, connected to the penthouse internet, had logged into her emails. This allowed him to see both the email she had received earlier this week and the one she had gotten just a few hours before telling her to meet at the coffee shop.

I'm pissed, but I can't be surprised. I was hiding things from her too. Most glaringly, that I've been putting things into motion to make sure she never moves back into her apartment. But I was doing it for her own good, and I would have told her the truth if the situation had gone down differently.

The point is, she needs a firm hand. Someone who will hold her accountable and keep her safe, even if it means making decisions without her knowledge.

Once I arrive at the penthouse, I take a deep breath and enter the elevator, steeling myself for what's to come. No matter how many deep breaths I take, I'm fuming. Fucking fuming. But seeing her in one piece waiting for me in the center of my penthouse foyer makes a wave of relief course through me. God, when I thought she might be hurt...

"What the hell were you thinking meeting that prick alone?" I bite out. "He's been making threats all week and you think the right move is going alone?!"

Blair's throat bobs as she swallows, tears forming in her beautiful eyes. "I just wanted it to be over. I wanted things to be easy for us."

"Well things didn't go easily now, did they, Blair?" I curse under my breath, stepping away from her and folding my hands behind my neck. I can still feel the soreness on my knuckles from knocking the kid out. I could have broken him if we hadn't been out in public. "Now I've got to pay off the cops, I'm sure, and we still don't know why he was bothering you."

"I do know," Blair says, her voice so small that it's barely audible. "It's because Tanner paid him to do it."

Instantly, my entire body feels chilled. "Tanner...as in my son?"

She nods. "It was revenge. For us getting together."

"That little fucking shit..." I'm going to have to confront him now too, but at least I know there isn't any immediate harm coming Blair's way. A bribe is a lot easier to deal with than a genuine threat. Pacing the foyer, I try to plan my next move, fury making it hard to think.

And Blair is still right there, waiting, her hands folded in front of her and misery written on her gorgeous face. I guess I have to do something about her before I deal with Tanner. The thought of punishing her in the sweetest way possible makes me smile just a little bit, a ray of anticipation piercing my anger.

"Take off your clothes, Blair."

Her eyes go wide. "W-what?"

"You heard me," I snap, pointing at the floor. "Take them off and lie down."

Her cheeks are pink, and she hesitates for just a moment before slipping out of her heels and undoing her dress. It slides off her curves and pools on the floor around her ankles.

"All of it," I command, and she peels off her bra and panties.

God, she's beautiful. Her skin is flawless, her body ripe and perfect, and her breasts are full and heavy, topped with pink nipples that are already hard. She's ready for me too, her pussy lips glistening with arousal. And I haven't even touched her yet.

"Down on the floor. On your stomach."

She does as she's told, lying down, her arms stretched over her head, and her perfect ass in the air.

I raise a hand and smack one asscheek, massaging the spot immediately. "Did that hurt?"

"A little," she confesses.

"You deserve a punishment for meeting that creep without telling me, for putting yourself in danger."

"I know, Daddy. I'm sorry," she says, and a wave of satisfaction hits me. Hearing her submit and apologize makes me rock fucking hard.

She's a fast learner. My good little girl.

I bring my hand down on her perfect ass, the sound echoing through the room.

"Such a good girl," I snarl, rubbing the red skin of her ass cheeks comfortingly.

By the time we're done, her ass is red and her pussy is soaking wet, her arousal dripping down her thighs.

"What a naughty girl, getting off on her punishment."

She blushes, but I can see the pleasure in her eyes.

"On your back, Blair. Let me see that pretty pussy."

She rolls over, her legs spread wide, and her pussy on full display.

"You're dripping wet, baby. Look at how swollen your pussy is."

She moans, her fingers finding her clit and stroking.

"No touching. That's Daddy's job."

She whimpers, but her hands fall away.

"Such a good girl," I repeat and lean down to kiss her.

She moans into the kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. She's such an eager kisser, and I can't get enough. When I pull away, she's breathless, her eyes glazed with lust.

"What should we do with that needy little pussy, Blair? What do you think you deserve?"

She pants, her hips arching towards me, searching for contact.

"Maybe I should spank it."

Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head. "No, Daddy. Not that."

"No?"

"No, I don't deserve that." Blair almost sounds scared.

"No, you don't. Don't worry. But what do you deserve, baby?"

I've learned Blair's reactions well enough to know that she's nervous about what she wants to say, nibbling her lip and looking over my shoulder. But finally, my brave girl gets the words out. "I deserve a nice, long, hard fucking. Don't I, Daddy?"

My cock is already hard, but her words send a jolt of pure desire through me. God, I can't believe the words coming out of her sweet mouth. "Yes, baby. You deserve a nice, hard fucking."

"Then please, Daddy. Fuck me. Make me come on your big, fat cock."

"Good girl," I claim her mouth again, showing her my approval with my lips and tongue, thrusting it into her mouth in an imitation of what I'm about to do to her pussy.

I stand and pull my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside. Her eyes are on me as I unbuckle my pants and let them fall, my cock springing free. She licks her lips and squirms.

"See something you like, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy. I love your cock."

"I bet you do. Now, get on your knees and suck it."

She does as she's told, kneeling in front of me, her mouth open and ready.

"Fuck, Blair. I don't think there's anything in the world better than seeing you kneeling for me."

I slide my cock between her lips, and she moans, her tongue swirling around the head. She looks so damn sexy on her knees for me, and I can't stop myself from grabbing her head and guiding her, thrusting in and out of her mouth.

"Fuck, Blair. Your mouth feels so good."

She hums, her eyes locked on mine. I fuck her mouth, and it's so damn hot.

"I want you to swallow every drop, Blair. Every drop. Do you understand?"

She nods, and I'm so close to the edge. "I'm going to come, baby. Get ready."

She sucks harder, and the pleasure is almost too much.

"Fuck, Blair. I'm coming!"

I explode, grunting as I do, shooting my load down her throat. She swallows every drop and then licks me clean.

"That was so good, baby."

She beams at me, and I reach down and stroke her cheek. She's so beautiful, and she's all mine.

I can't wait to show her what else I can do.

"Get on the couch, baby. Let me taste that sweet pussy."

She does as she's told, and I'm rewarded with the sight of her spread open for me. Her pussy is perfect, pink and wet, and glistening with her arousal.

"Look at you, baby. So wet and ready for me."

I lean in and press a kiss to her thigh, and she whimpers.

"Please, Daddy. Touch me."

"I am touching you, baby."

"No, please. I need more. I need your tongue. Please, Daddy."

Her desperation is intoxicating, so I tease her a little more. "What do you want, baby? Tell me exactly."

"I need you to lick my pussy. I need you to make me come. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

I lean in and press a kiss to her clit, and she moans, her hips arching towards me.

"Just like that."

She sighs. I can't deny her, and I dive in, licking and sucking at her swollen clit. She tastes like so fucking good, so sweet and wet. Her hands find their way into my hair, holding me close as she grinds against my mouth.

"Oh, god, Brian. Please, don't stop."

"Never, baby."

I lick her faster, and she cries out, her whole body trembling as she comes undone.

"Oh, god. Daddy, yes! Yes! Oh, god!"

Her orgasm is powerful, and it makes me feel like a god.

She's breathing hard, and I press one more kiss to her pussy.

"Good girl. See? Daddy knows how to make you feel good."

"Yes." Blair's smile is content and satisfied. "You do."

I give her one last, deep kiss, and then I sit back, sated.

"You've earned a reward, baby. How about you come sit on my lap and we'll watch a movie?"

Her smile is bright and happy. "I'd love that."

We change into more comfortable clothes and pull out a blanket. I sit first, letting her snuggle into me. Blair climbs into my lap and curls up against me, her head on my chest.

"Thank you, Brian. This is perfect."

Indulgently, I smile down at her and kiss the top of her head. "Anything for you, baby."

After the revelation that Tanner is behind the emails, I can't just let all of this slide. My own son fucking with me on that level is absolutely unacceptable. With Blair dozing in bed, bathed in the evening sun, I leave, driving the short distance to the oversized apartment I'm bankrolling for my son.

He's such an ungrateful asshole. I can't believe I'm about to have this confrontation. But it has to happen. When I step out of the elevator, the first thing I notice is the sound of the TV blaring. Fucking idiot wouldn't even realize if there's an emergency going on. He's so wrapped up in all of his electronic toys.

I storm into the living room and find Tanner passed out on the couch, a beer bottle hanging loosely from his hand.

"Tanner!" I shout, grabbing him by the shoulder and shaking him awake.

"What the fuck?" he mumbles, blinking blearily up at me.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, you little shit?" I growl, anger boiling inside me.

"What are you talking about, Dad?" Tanner says, rubbing his eyes.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," I snarl. "Fucking with Blair's email and trying to scare her away? That's unacceptable."

Tanner rolls his eyes. "Come on, Dad. It was just a joke."

"It wasn't a fucking joke," I say, the volume of my voice rising. "You could have seriously hurt her, and you could have destroyed the company's reputation. I'm not fucking stupid. I know this is about her and me being together."

"Oh, please," Tanner scoffs. "It was a harmless prank. You're always so worried about the company. It's like you care more about the company than me."

"That's not true," I say, although a small part of me wonders if it is.

"Whatever." Tanner shrugs, turning back to the TV. "You're the one who's obsessed with work and business, not me."

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, frustrated beyond belief. "You're just going to have to deal with the fact that Blair and I are together. She's mine, Tanner, and soon enough, she'll be my wife. I don't give a flying fuck if she's your ex. That doesn't matter now. Don't pretend like that's not the reason why you hired that fucker to email her."

Tanner scowls. "You can't be serious."

I try to put all my disappointment in a single word. "Deadly."

Tanner is still dismissive, though. "Whatever, Dad. Just don't expect me to show up to your fucking wedding to that little bitch."

Rage, pure and unadulterated, races through me. I grab Tanner by the shirt, haul him off the couch to his feet, and punch him hard enough to make him see stars. He's still my son, so I aim for his jaw but not hard enough to knock any teeth out. Just enough to show him who's still the boss.

"Don't ever talk about Blair that way again," I warn.

Dropping him back on the couch that he was too lax to leave, I let my shocked son catch his breath while I slam the apartment door aside to leave. I can't fucking believe I have a son who's so selfish and spoiled. It makes me want to vomit.

He's going to learn respect or I'm cutting him off. I'll figure that out when I get home. Right now, my main priority is Blair.