Page 12 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

My stomach twists as I think about not being here tonight, and I ignore my phone that’s sitting on the coffee table and make some toast to tide me over. I don’t know when Johnnie’s going to come home and honestly, I don’t want to leave until after then. Really, I don’t want to leave at all. Just the thought of going home to my father after being gone all weekend and not showing Friday night makes me sick to my stomach.

I push that aside and move into the pantry, unboxing the Crock Pot I saw last night. I normally wouldn’t use one to make ribs but not knowing what time Johnnie will get home tonight or when we might eat, it’s easier to keep them from drying out using it—even if I put them on high for a few hours since it’s almost eleven forty-five now.

I wash out the pot before adding the pork ribs after seasoning them with a rub mix, I like. Thankfully I have it memorized so I don’t have to touch my phone yet. I know I need to but for now, I take my time, getting the ribs ready to cook.

All of that takes less than fifteen minutes, and I drag in a deep breath, preparing myself to pick up my phone. The first thing I do is go into my contact just to find Johnnie’s info there. My brows furls a bit not seeing it under the J’s or the C’s as the memory of his last name comes to mind—pinging at a memory but I can’t recall it or why the name’s familiar still. I check through the B’s for boyfriend, then the M’s and Y’s for something along the line of your man or my man, but I don’t find it, and go back up to the A’s and scroll down. A giddy laugh hits me at the same time as a huge wave of desire finding the new contact under the D’s as Daddy.

I seriously should have thought of that first.

The smile on my lips fades instantly when I pull up the messages, finding nearly fifty from my father and almost as many from Brent, and the threats of a lawsuit are honestly the easiest to handle. The name calling in the rest make me shiver, thankful for the long sleeves of the soft fabric as I wrap an arm around my stomach feeling it churn.

It’s so messed up, I mean, honestly, what is the issue of them just signing a new contract? Why do I have to be any part of it? I mean, they could just give me the person’s name and I can call, apologize—even if it’s really not completely my fault. My father should have known better, or at least remembered the same day so this didn’t happen.

A soft whirling noise shatters the quiet and I’m on my feet, moving towards the elevator gripping my phone and my bag tightly. If my father cut off my cards as he threatened, I don’t know how I’m getting home or even to their office. I think I have my PayPal still linked to the checking account, so hopefully I can use that for an Uber or something since I don’t have my wallet with my extra cash with me, just the tiny one with my debit card and the emergency credit card. I didn’t think I’d need more than that for Friday night.

The elevator doors open and as much as I love seeing Johnnie, I know I have to go. I move onto it before he can say a word, but before I can even touch a button, his hands grab my arm, turning me back to face him, and he moves closer to me, making my panties a wet mess. He looks me straight in the eyes, giving me gleaming smirk, and before I know it, all I can see is his suit covered backside as he flips me over his shoulder, moving off the elevator and back into the penthouse.

“Johnnie…”

“You’re not flying off so fast, little bird,” he warns, moving us over the couch. I give a little yelp as he leans down, letting me fall onto the couch. His hands grab my wrists, holding my hands over my head as his eyes slide over my body, and I can feel my nipples tighten in my bra as the wetness pools between my legs.

His mouth comes down on mine, kissing me long and hard, and I arch into his body when his hands slide between my thighs, opening them before his fingers delve knuckles deep into my pussy. The wet squelching of my arousal fills the air, and I can’t stop the whimper that falls when he pulls back, his fingers leaving me.

“I had to have your taste on my tongue first, baby girl,” Johnnie says, teasing my lips with a wet finger, before taking them to his own lips, licking them with a low moan that just made me wetter, wanting more.

He leaned down, grasping the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head, before discarding the lounge bra as well, leaving me naked while he was still fully dressed. My thighs rubbed together, trying to ease the ache there and that smirk settled onto his lips again as he tossed his jacket aside, and undid his pants just makes it worse.

“Open those legs, now, baby girl,” he ordered, and I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep the moan inside.

Johnnie’s hands grabbed my hips, pulling me further down the couch, and he kneeled between them, pressing them open. “You try to escape, run from me, don’t do what I tell you to do, I’m going take you upstairs, put you in my bed, and leave you tied up there all afternoon, you get me, baby girl?”

“Yes!” The word came out on a shout as he filled me with a quick thrust, and his mouth claimed mine. His clothes rubbed against my skin as he took me over once, then twice, coming with me the second time, leaving me shivering underneath him.

“You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you, little bird?” he asks, pulling my eyes open, finding his gaze steady on mine.

“Yes. I won’t run away ever again, but I do have to go,” I warn, and a gasp falls as his hips slam back into me, his cock hard and heavy, making me forget everything but feeling it and him taking me, filling me two more times before I collapse over the arm of the couch, panting, my eyes heavy.

A smile crosses my lips as Johnnie picked me up, settling me back onto the couch, wrapped in a warm throw, keeping my sweaty skin from sticking to the leather. I let out a soft sigh, my eyes opening when he pulls back from a gentle kiss, but instantly my brows furl, seeing him redressed, with my clothes and purse in his hand. “Johnnie?”

“You’re not going anywhere, baby girl. Not until you learn that being my good girl means you listen to what I tell you to do, know that when I tell you something, it’s to take care of you, keep you safe,” he adds, and I swear, my heart bursts with happiness. “You’re not going anywhere without me, baby girl. I’m already your daddy, but you’re going to make me daddy to our baby as well, and until you show me that you’re my good girl, you’ll stay in my cage, so I know you’re safe, little bird.”

My jaw drops as he moves onto the elevator, my clothes and bag in his hands still, and before I can even think of a reply, he’s gone, somewhere behind the doors that shut.

I don’t know how long I sit there staring at the closed doors, knowing I should be pissed that he left me here without clothes I can honestly wear out in public, or knowing where the stairs are to get out of this place. I know there has to be some, but they don’t stand out and now…well, I’m not traipsing down them trying to wear something from his closet. Despite knowing I should be mad, it just makes me hungry for him to be inside me again, giving me his baby, which is insane.

The clock slips past one-thirty to two, and I let out a sigh. I can’t just sit here all day thinking about having sex with Johnnie—or having more sex with him I suppose it really would be now compared to last week when I simply dreamt of having him. Reality is so much better, that’s for damn sure.

My hand shakes as I hit the call button, holding the throw around me tight. The last thing I want is to talk to Brent while naked, it feels wrong to think let alone talk to another man even over the phone like this.

“Who is it?” Brent demands as he answers, and my stomach twists hearing his dark tone.

“It’s Carly, I’m sorry…”

“Where the fucking hell were you! You fat ass little bitch, you’ve lost me my moneytwicenow and you’re going to fucking pay for it, girl,” he shouted, and I drug in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves to keep my voice steady.

“I’m sorry, but my boyfriend refused to let me go to that club. When I told him where I was meeting you, he said it wasn’t a place he wanted me at.”

“Your father said you didn’t have a boyfriend, said I could do whatever I wanted with you for the problems you caused,” Brent seethed and all I can do is thank god for Johnnie.

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