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Table of Contents
Her Savage Mountain Daddy by Madison Faye
Professor Daddy by Jane Henry
My Marine Daddies by Sara Fields
Mafia Daddy by Renee Rose
Daddy’s Little Captive by Loki Renard
There Once Was a Girl by Maggie Ryan
Daughter #13 by Zoe Blake
Monsters of Mercy by Alta Hensley
Dueling Daddies by Lee Savino
Daddy of Mine by J.L. Beck
Rainy Day Daddy by Isabella Laase
Trusting Daddy by Kelly Dawson
Biker Daddy Gunner by Kara Kelley
Daddy Ever After by Measha Stone
Finding Her Place by Amelia Smarts
Double Dippin’ Daddies by Mary Wehr
Disappointing Her Daddies by Maddie Taylor
Daddy’s Naughty Girl by Meredith O’Reilly
Bruised Not Broken by Morganna Williams
Tri-ing for Daddy by Katherine Deane
Blue Collar Daddy by Alexis Alvarez
Trained by Him by Shelly Douglas
Taking Helena in Hand by Sassa Daniels
Bodyguard Daddy by Marlee Wray
Daddy’s Princess by Rory Reynolds
Daddy’s Demands
Twenty-Five Steamy Daddy Dom Romance Novellas
By
Nina
Cormac
They say I’m the best there is at what it is I do. Some people
think it’s because I’m married to the job, so to speak. That I know
no other life than the rule of the gun and primal urge to hunt and to
bring down. Others think it’s my military background, that the
Marines hammered rigorous discipline into me like a machine.
But really, it’s just one thing. It’s that I’m merciless.
I’ve held a man in chains in a fucking storage facility for
weeks once, because that’s what was necessary for the job. I’ve
stepped in front of bullets, crashed cars through walls, watched men
I’d call brother fall, all in the name of duty. My mission, whatever it
is, takes priority over every other facet of my life. The mission owns
me, and I own it until its completion.
First, there was the Marines. Then came the blue shield of a
cop’s beat. I worked the roughest neighborhoods in Detroit when I
came back, fighting against gangs almost worse than the damn
Taliban.
But now? Now I’m something different entirely. At forty now,
I’m a contractor for the FBI, with my unique skills being used the
way they should be. Unhindered by rules. Not weighed down with a
badge. My job is to hunt now—to seek, to capture, and to secure. I
hunt down the odd wanted man, but primarily, my job is to get ‘at
risk’ witnesses into protective custody, and to get them there alive.
And that’s what brings me to this shitty college club tonight.
Her. Because she’s in more danger than she could ever possibly
imagine. Because it’s not just me hunting her, it’s pieces of shit that
would hurt her. Badly. Kill her too. But that’s not going to happen,
not on my watch.
Hell, I’m in danger too. And not just when it comes to the
assholes trying to hurt her that might come after me if I intervene.
No, it’s bigger than that. It’s more explosive than that. Explosive like
the kind of news that makes headlines. Headlines like ‘FBI collusion
with criminals.’ And here I am caught in the middle of it, with this
particular job being the crux of the whole thing. I could always walk
away, and just leave the whole mess behind me, but that is not
gonna fucking happen. Not with her involved. Not when walking
away could get her killed. Not a fucking chance.
I stop, my jaw clenching tight like steel as I melt into the
shadows by the edges of the dance floor. My eyes scan the room,
instinct working like an oiled machine to drown out the background
sounds and distractions until finally, my gaze finds her.
And I growl.
I’m like a wolf who’s caught scent of his prey. A wild animal
just waiting for the chains to come off so that he can pounce.
Because this ain’t no regular job, and she sure as shit ain’t no
regular mark.
Everything is different with Nina.
It’s more than just ‘protect the witness’ with her. It’s more
than just doing my job. With her, it feels like I’m protecting a piece
of myself. With her, the idea of failing doesn’t just piss me off, it gets
me furious. The idea of those pieces of shit getting their hands on
her, or hurting her, or even touching her has my blood boiling like
lava in my veins, my fury barely contained as my muscles clench and
my rage builds, standing there in the shadows.
I’ve been watching her for days now, ever since the bureau
got wind that Sylvan and his men were after her. Surveillance
footage placed her in the alley near the hit Sylvan and his men
pulled on the rival arms dealer, and it was pretty easy to put two and
two together and figure out what that jackal wanted with her.
He wants to tie up loose ends. Plug the leaks.
That’s not going to happen.
Yeah, I’ve been watching her alright. Watching, agonizing,
and obsessing over her. And my obsession has only grown with each
passing day, until it’s consuming every single part of me. I’ve
watched the way she turns those college boys’ heads without even
knowing it—heads I want to snap off at the neck for having the
audacity to try to catch a glimpse of her. I’ve watched her slowly
give in to the pressures of her shitty, terrible influence of a
roommate. The sexier clothes. The staying out later. Going to
parties, flirting with boys.
My blood boils again at the fucking thought of it. And when I
watch the fucking punk with the stupid ass pencil-line excuse for a
beard put his hands on her, I almost roar. I almost charge through
the crowd like a bull set free to pound him into the ground for
touching what’s mine.
Oh, and she is mine. Or, she will be. Duty? The job? The
mission? Oh, I’ll be fulfilling all of those. I will make sure she’s safe
from Sylvan Bucks and his crew. I’ll make sure she’s safe from the
whole damn world. But after that? No, after that, she’ll be mine and
mine alone. There’s that innocence to her that sets a fire inside of
me. There’s that way she walks and the way she moves that tells my
trained eye that she’s never been touched—not like that.
She walks like a girl who’s never had a man’s cock slide
between her legs and plunge deep in her sweet, honeyed little cunt
until she’s filled to the brim. She’d never been claimed, or ridden
hard. She’s never had a man bend her over across the hood of a car,
or gotten her on her hands and knees on a bed made for a queen as
he’s given her every inch.
Oh, but she will. I’ll be the man to show her those things. I’ll
be the man to take that sweet innocence for himself. I’ll pluck that
rose. I’ll spread those pretty thighs and ease my thick cock deep
inside her candy sweet pussy until I empty every single sticky drop
of cum from my swollen balls against her womb.
I watch as the punk takes her hand, my teeth flashing and a
red mist clouding my eyes. I watch her nod, and the rage only
grows. He starts to pull her away, toward the back of the club away
from her roommate, off to that dark hallway that leads to the men’s
room. My pulse roars inside, and the sound tumbles from my mouth
like a wild beast about to kill. It startles two sweet little things and
some punk in tight jeans and a designer t-shirt standing near me.
The three of them stare at my huge form with terror in their eyes,
like they haven’t noticed me standing there in the darkness until the
sound.
They move away quickly. I turn back toward Nina, but when I
realize she’s out of sight, my rage explodes out of me. I snarl,
shoving through the crowd, knocking these college boys and their
stupid dates for the night aside. I plunge right through the middle of
the dance floor, which starts to part for me, like I’m a force of nature
about to destroy.
And I am.
I come around the corner to see her struggling, trying to pull
her arm free of the punk who’s got her pressed against the wall. He
laughs, and when his hand touches her thigh under that slutty short
hemline of her skirt, something inside of me snaps. I roar as I
thunder toward them, ripping him away and slamming him into the
opposite wall. The piece of shit crumples.
“She asked you nicely.”
He starts to open his mouth, but when I snarl and move
toward him, he recoils like the little predatory pussy he is. And I
know he’s not getting up then. I turn, and suddenly, my eyes fall on
her.
Fuck.
I’ve never been this close to her. I’ve never been close
enough to smell the scent of her, or feel the heat of her skin. Close
enough to reach out and pull her against me. Close enough to crush
my lips to hers like I’m never going to stop kissing her.
But there’s danger close by, and I know it’s a matter of time,
and not much of it, before it hits us. I spotted Sylvan’s guys outside
the club when I came here, and I know he must be on the way. And
when they spot her here, the shit’s going to hit the fan. We have to
move, now.
“You’re coming with me. Now.”
She shivers, her big blue eyes blinking up at me. I’d say in
fear, because, well, I’m a scary fucking guy. But with her, it’s
different. She looks at me with something that isn’t fear at all. It’s
fiery. It’s fierce. It’s got a little attitude to it.
“Wait, excuse me?”
“We don’t have time for the banter, princess,” I mutter. I look
over my shoulder, scanning the crowd, hoping for more time. But
time is up. I can see Sylvan’s guys stepping down the stairs from the
entrance, glancing around the place. And I know Sylvan himself
can’t be far behind them.
“We’re going, now.”
Nina’s brow wrinkles, and she gets this sassy look on her face
that might just be cute if I didn’t know for a fact that men with guns
were about to find us. “Uh, no? I’m here with my frien—”
“I’m counting to three.” My words seem to knock her back a
step.
“And what happens at three?” she whispers.
“I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here.”
Her jaw drops, that sassy look turning to outright disbelief as
she stares at me. “You wouldn’t dare!”
Oh, wouldn’t I.
“One.”
She shakes her head. “Wait, hang—”
“Two.”
“Who are you?”
“Cormac,” I say quietly, my eyes burning into hers. I glance
back at the main club dance floor again, and this time, I see the
whole crew. Sylvan, along with Tommy DiFresno and his brother
Tony—the three who Nina saw that night. My jaw tenses before I
turn back to her.
No more games. No more bullshit. We’re getting the fuck out
of here now.
“My name is Cormac, and you just ran out of chances.”
Her mouth starts to open, and I can almost hear the backtalk
she’s just dying to throw my way, but like I said, I’m fresh out of
time for games.
“Three.”
I snatch her up before she can even blink, tossing her small
little body up over my broad shoulder like she weighs nothing at all.
She shrieks, predictably, kicking and slapping at me in a way that
makes me grin. Not because I like that I’m scaring her enough to
fight back, but because she is fighting back.
She’s got fire in her, and I like that. Still, she keeps fighting
me like this and I will tie her up if it means getting her sweet little
ass out of here in one piece.
She’s clearly a little drunk from the drinks her shitty
roommate fed her. And she keeps fighting me all the way out the
back door to the parking lot, trying to catch me with a heel, or
pummeling my back with her fists. But it’s no use fighting a man like
me. Not when I’m on a mission. Not when she’s my mission.
She squirms against me again, and my arm tightens around
her waist. She wriggles again, and this time, her short little skirt
pulls up high across the backs of her thighs, all the way up over the
soft curve of that tight little ass of hers. My eyes catch a glimpse of
tiny pink lace, pulled right against the crease of her ass, and I
fucking growl. My cock throbs instantly, heat and raw want blazing
though me. My balls swell with cum, and it takes everything in my
power not to slam her against the side of the SUV, rip those panties
off, and plunge every inch of my aching cock deep inside her sweet
untouched heaven right then and there.
Somehow, I restrain myself.
I get her in the car. I give her the basic gist of what’s going
on. And finally, she stops trying to fight me. Finally, she takes a
damn breath. I can feel my pulse roaring as I close her door and
then march around to the driver’s side and climb in. The engine
roars to life, and I glance once more at the back door as we pull out.
No sign of Sylvan or Tommy or Tony, or their guys. But that doesn’t
mean I’ve lost them, and I know it.
Nina’s hands twist in her lap as we roar away, her breath
coming fast. I watch the swell of her breasts heave against her thin
lacy top. I watch that tiny skirt ride up so high on her creamy,
tempting thighs. I feel my cock bulging against the front of my
jeans, and I feel my heart skip a beat as I take in the absolute angel
sitting next to me in that Escalade.
I roar off into the night, and I know one thing: it’s my duty to
protect her. But it’s my mission to claim her.
Chapter Three
Nina
Cormac
“Is that the Aurora? Ingomar, tell me. Oh, how bright and how—joyful
—Father——”
He was gone!
He had seen the Aurora; but it was the morning dawn of a happier life.
CHAPTER XI
Six weeks after this, and when the captain of the Walrus had given the
explorers up for lost, after searching the snows in vain, for winter storms
had obliterated every track, ten men with two dog-sledges suddenly
appeared above Glen Bell on the ridge of the great tableland.
They rested there.
They knew they were seen.
In the stillness of the early summer’s morning they could hear the wild
shouts of greeting that arose from their shipmates.
And you may easily guess that assistance was speedily on its way to the
top of the valley.
I leave you to guess also the kind of welcome accorded to men and dogs.
Why, Slap-dash himself came in for hugging, and Wallace hugged every
one indiscriminately all round. Dr. Wright, Ingomar, Curtis, and the boys
were all sadly worn and sallow. They had but little life in them. Even their
courage appeared to have left them. They smiled, it is true, but it was the
smile of sickly old men.
When they were helped on board at last, and had a little food and wine,
they begged for a bath and to be shaved. After this, and dressed in fresh
clothing, they were in some measure restored.
Captain Bell and the other officers of the Sea Elephant had come on
board, and to them Ingomar, who was stronger than the rest, told the sad
story of their terrible hardships, and their struggle to reach the ships. When
he spoke of poor MacDonald, there was not an eye in the room that was not
dimmed with tears.
But there! I myself must pull up. I would not have my very last chapter
dimmed with sorrow.
Suffice it to say that not only these five real heroes, but the Yak-Yaks,
including Slap-dash and Sheelah and Taffy, were in a month’s time their old
selves again.
Of the animals, strange to say the Shetland ponies, Jack and Gill, had
been least affected, while Wallace had returned hungry, Nick and Nora
standing by delightedly as he ate the food prepared for him. The
Newfoundland, as soon as he had finished, proposed a romp round the
decks. Wallace tried, but soon lay down to rest and pant.
“Another day, I hope,” the honest Collie appealed, “but somehow I feel a
little tired.”
When the good old Walrus was sawn out of her quarters and got into
blue water again, with all and everything on board, and when the Sea
Elephant lay quiet and still on the calm blue sea, a dinner was given on
board the flagship.
The blessing asked by good Captain Walt was a prayer of thanks to the
Almighty Power that had guided them through their trials, through sickness,
danger, and difficulty.
I think all hands, fore and aft, who partook in the festivities, were just a
little great-hearted at first, but all sadness was soon dispelled.
They had all done their duties bravely and well, as British and American
sailors and soldiers always do.
So upon the whole a very happy evening was spent, the thought that next
day they would bear up once more for the shores of Merrie England—
England, home, and beauty—put life and spirit in them, and they retired at
last, happy and hopeful.
I don’t think that any one on board the Walrus or Sea Elephant is ever
likely to forget the sweetness of that Antarctic summer morning—the
morning of the start. The sea with its beauty-tints of opal and blue, a sea
studded with the snow-white of tiny bergs, the great mountains towering
skywards, and the world, the marvellous world, of bird-life.
Do you know that, great though their sufferings and hardships had been,
every one looked back to the scene of their adventures with just a little
feeling akin to sorrow!
Up steam!
Round go the screws, churning up a frothy white wake, slowly move the
ships away, slowly, and apparently reluctantly.
But, in a few hours’ time, those sturdy ships are merrily bobbing and
curtseying to each advancing wave, as if they really know that, at long, long
last, they are homeward bound.
And now nothing reigns aboard, fore or aft, except happiness and
general jollity, in which even the dogs themselves take part.
Homeward bound! Hurrah!
* * * * *
When, in about two months’ time, the Walrus and Sea Elephant came
quietly to anchor inside the breakwater of Plymouth, people gazed and
wondered what these two strange ships could be.
But when the truth was rumoured abroad that they were the Antarctic
voyagers, the wild welcome they received was enough to have turned the
heads of any sailors on this earth.
* * * * *
Parting!
Yes, parting, yet parting—every one assured his shipmates—to meet
again and talk over old times.
The boys, Charlie and Walter, going off to their “uncle’s” home.
Dr. Wright to duties elsewhere.
The scientists to London.
Slap-dash and his dogs and Yak-Yaks, including faithful Sheelah and
Taffy, to London, with the scientists.
The boys got all the three dogs, and happy enough the dear fellows
seemed to get on shore again.
Parting! Ah, yes, it is a sad word, and so I leave it.
* * * * *
Ingomar, the prodigal son, returned to his home.
“Can you forgive me now, father?” he said, after he had embraced his
mother and sister.
“Bosh, boy!” cried the old man. “Go and sit down.” But there were tears
in his eyes nevertheless.
Curtis was here, too.
Curtis came home to find he had succeeded to a baronetcy and another
large estate. But this would not have stirred his spirits in the least had not
Marie greeted him so joyously.
He used to call her his Marie. In six weeks’ time she was his Marie in
reality.
They were married.
Ingomar says he will never marry. I simply smile.
He is owner, anyhow, of one of the most splendid yachts ever built in
America or England.
No ’long-shore yacht. Not built for racing or speed, but comfort,
pleasure, and beauty. Curtis has left the service. The yacht takes very long,
delightful cruises, but wherever she goes with Ingomar, her master, both
Arnold Curtis and his sweet wife go along as well.
My story is ended, my tale is told. I have only to say “Good-bye, my boy
reader, and God be with us all.”
I trust and hope we’ll meet again another day.
FOOTNOTES:
[A] Skis, pronounced shees.
[B] “Making a voyage” (Greenlandish) = secure a good cargo.
[C] Young bears are now regularly trained by the Eskimos for heavy sleigh work.
[D] The sea always looks black among or near the ice.—G. S.
[E] Raxed = stretched.
[F] Bield = shelter.
[G] Old-fashioned.
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