Captain Daddy

  Captain Daddy

  Call Me Daddy – Book 3

  Bianca James

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  I write wickedly hot, steamy romance stories that will leave you gasping. Yes, they are a little over the top, but there’s nothing like a quick, dirty read about an alpha male or a sinful, forbidden relationship to spice up the day, is there? If you like your romance scorching hot and very, very naughty, then my stories are for you!

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  Chapter 1

  All I wanted for my birthday was a chance to live a little, to get out from under Mom’s shadow and spread my wings. Was that so wrong? Mom is a bit, well very overprotective, but that’s not all down to her being some kind of brilliant parent. She’s no supermom, that’s for sure. No, it has to do with her own hang-ups and insecurities. She’s been like that for as long as I can remember and she’s no different with her latest, dashingly handsome and highly successful husband or ‘Number Three’ as she calls him to her friends. I call him Captain, because he’s an airline captain and quite the dashing pilot in his uniform, I must say. Anyway, the bottom line is that she doesn’t like me being too independent or spending too much bonding time with her new husband. She likes to keep me under her control and keep a very close eye on me.

  Mom has never really had a career, unless you can call marrying successful, wealthy men a career. She’s been quite good at it, too. She managed to keep the last one for four years before he tired of her nonsense and hit her with divorce proceedings and the pre-nup he had her sign before they got married. The only competition she’s ever had to worry about has come from other women younger and prettier than her. Until now.

  Now that I’m even prettier than her, or so people are always telling me when she’s out of earshot, she sees me as a threat to the secure little life she’s created for herself. Gone are the days when she’d try so hard to get me to like her procession of ‘men friends’ and have me spend time with them so we could all bond and get along together like some kind of bizarre, downsized Brady Bunch. I didn’t like any of them and I hated being forced to spend time with them, nearly as much as they seemed to hate having me around.

  That was before Number Three, though. He’s different. In more ways than I can even begin to describe. He treats me like a real person, not some annoying brat who’s getting in the way of his time with Mom. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel really connected to him, like he understands me and takes me seriously.

  Perhaps that’s why I find myself looking at him as if he’s not my stepdad sometimes. I can’t help it when he’s in his pilots uniform. He looks ever so commanding and he carries himself with such elegance and grace. With the bearing of a natural leader, it’s clear he’s a man used to being in charge of those around him and having his orders obeyed at all times. He doesn’t like it when I call him Captain, though. That’s my special, private name for him. I’ve never really felt comfortable calling him dad.

  “But that’s so unfair,” I pleaded for what felt like the hundredth time.

  “Life isn’t fair and it’s high time you learned that for yourself, miss.” Mom wasn’t in any mood to discuss it further, I could tell. She usually called me by my name, Erin, but whenever she starts calling me miss it’s time to abort the mission.

  Mom and my stepdad, Dirk, said I could have pretty much anything I wanted for my birthday and I figured a holiday flying aboard my stepdad’s plane was the perfect present. I didn’t care where he was flying to, I just wanted to get away from mom for a while. I thought it was a brilliant idea.

  Apparently, Mom didn’t think it was such a good idea. I’m sure if she could have gone along, she would have been on board with it, pun intended. But I just knew that the idea of me being away for at least a week with my stepdad was the real showstopper. Not that I wanted her to come along, obviously, but even if I agreed to that, she couldn’t, anyway. She’d been waiting for weeks for the decorators to come and put her feminine stamp on what used to be Dirk’s bachelor pad. If she cancelled now, she’d have to wait months to get them back, assuming they’d even be willing to come back after being dicked around by my Mom. You see, Mom is all about appearances and she’d already told everyone who mattered in her stuck-up social circle that she was having the place redecorated and had a calendar full of social events locked in to show it off. Rescheduling wasn’t an option.

  So that was it. The captain was flying away to places unknown and I was going to be trapped at home with Mom during my college vacation while the place stunk of fresh paint and new carpet. Not my idea of a vacation. Actually, I couldn’t think of anything worse.

  Dirk tried to convince mom that sending me away on a holiday would do her and me good. He even offered to buy my ticket.

  Mom said a very clear and resounding “no” to that idea. But Dirk’s suggestion gave me an idea of my own.

  The officer guarding the crew walkway was a pushover.

  “Can I see your crew papers, please Miss?” he asked, his hand outstretched toward me, as I approached.

  “You must be new.” I looked him up and down, assessing him. He looked totally confused which, of course, was the whole idea.

  “What’s that got to—”

  “Now listen to me,” I interjected abruptly. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble, but the officer who usually mans this post knows I’m Captain Westwood’s daughter and he never stops me or asks for my papers. I don’t even have papers,” I waved my hand theatrically, “because I’m not technically crew. What part of that don’t you understand?”

  Thanks to Google I knew the name of the ship’s captain. I just hoped he hadn’t been taken ill or something and been replaced at the last minute.

  With that, I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin and walked right on past like I owned the ship. I was nearly sick with nerves but I managed to pull it off and merged with the flow of newly arrived passengers preparing for their cruise before the poor boy could even muster the courage to challenge me further. I almost flipped my little trolley case as I rushed to turn the corner but managed to keep it upright while still looking confident and in control, all while trying my best not to lose my balance in my high heels. I’d actually done it. Score!

  The problem was that this was as far as my detailed planning had taken me. Beyond this point, I was winging it.

  I knew where the captain’s cabin was from the diagrams I’d found on the cruise company’s website. Even though the ship was huge, big enough to carry two thousand passengers and about nine hundred crew, I managed to find my way around the crew quarters well enough to not get lost. I felt quite chuffed with myself, actually, having gotten this far without any real hassles. Winging it was working.

  That was the hardest part. Now all I had to do was find somewhere to hide until we sailed. Once we left the dock, it would be too late for anyone to send me back home, assuming I even got caught. Surely they would have to let me stay aboard.

  To my surprise, the captain’s cabin was unlocked. I guess that made sense if he sent people there to wait for him for senior crew meetings and things like that while he was on the bridge driving the ship or whatever he did up there. Besides, the crew section was off the beaten path of the normal passenger sections and who among the crew would dare steal anything from the captain’s private cabin. I think everyone on board respected the captain and he sure commanded respect.

  After a nerve wracking time sneaking away from the house, taking the bus to the docks and executing ‘Operation Stowaway’, I was exhausted. It would be hours before we were safely underway and the captain would come back to the cabin, so I decided a
nap would be the best thing for me. That way, I’d be fresh and alert, ready to blend in with the cruise crowd and work out a better plan for the duration of the cruise. I was anxious about that, but it was too late to back out now. I was committed to sailing around the islands and enjoying the sunshine, some Mai Tai’s and maybe getting to know some of those hot young sailors a bit better.

  I must have dozed off. The last thing I recalled was grabbing a throw rug from the couch and a couple of pillows before making a nice, cozy little napping spot in the rather large closet, where I planned to hide. It smelled of captain in there. I awoke to the heady, spicy aroma of his aftershave blended with the smell of his soap, enveloping me in an exotic cocktail of masculine scent. Curled up among his clothes and breathing in his masculine odor, I began to wonder what kind of guy the captain was. He was a lot older than me, that’s for sure. Maybe even older than Number Three. The photo on the website made him look quite mature and debonair, authoritative and dashing with just a hint of crow’s feet near his gleaming emerald eyes and a wisp of grey around the temples.

  Quite suddenly, the cabin door flung open and the captain’s majestic frame filled the doorway, blocking the sunlight that reflected off the ocean. I could see him quite clearly between the slats in the closet door. After allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the cabin, he pulled the door shut and locked it before flicking on the light switch. Now I could see him in his uniform. He looked magnificent. Broad shoulders, capped with his captain’s epaulettes gave him a very commanding presence. He looked delicious in his uniform and his narrow waist, accentuated by the tailored cut of his coat making him look downright sexy. Is it wrong to say that about a guy that age? It’s true, whether it’s wrong or not.

  I don’t know if it was the effect the pheromones in his closet were having on me or the fact that my own hormones were urging me to think more frequently about what it would be like to be taken for the first time, but looking at the captain, with his dominating posture and sexy uniform, all I could think of was how it might feel to share myself with him. I wasn’t sure how such a wicked and forbidden idea could feel so damn good, but it did. My stomach muscles tightened and I felt a stirring down there that was unfamiliar to me. I didn’t know what was happening, but it felt awesome and I didn’t want it to stop. My panties were starting to feel moist and I was fairly sure I knew what that was all about.

  After he had showered, he came back into the main part of the cabin with only a skimpy towel wrapped around him. It was probably a full sized bath towel but his solidly built frame made it seem puny and small.

  Oh my God! I thought as my eyes took in more near naked man than I’d ever seen before. Even between the slats of the robe door, there was no concealing the perfect specimen that stood before me. If I’d paid more attention during English Lit classes, I might have been able to come up with some appropriate words to describe what I was seeing. Words like statuesque and Greek God just didn’t capture the spirit of the man that stood before me. I could see why people used words like ripped and cut to describe guys with chiseled, athletic bodies. This captain was in awesome shape for a guy his age. He clearly spent a lot of his spare time at sea working out in what the cruise line brochure described as the ‘state-of-the-art’ gym.

  I really hadn’t thought the whole ‘what do I do if I’m caught stowing away’ thing through. Here I was, hidden in his closet, watching him parade around his stateroom delectably naked, well … nearly naked. What was my big plan? Truth was, I didn’t actually have one. I think all planning ceased the moment I snuck on board and stowed away in his cabin. After that, there was not much of a plan at all, really.

  As I started to think things through, a sickening realization struck me. I was in his closet. He was fresh out of the shower. He needed to get dressed. Suddenly, the closet seemed like the worst place to be hiding. By the time I joined all the dots, it was too late. The closet door swung open. I was so busy trying to work out what to do that I hadn’t even seen him approaching. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Where would I have gone? There was nowhere else to hide.

  He stared at me, his mouth agog. I wasn’t the only one lost for words, obviously. But I had to say something.

  “Hello,” I said wistfully.

  Brilliant comeback line, said no one ever!

  “What are you—”

  “I’m so sorry,” I squealed. “Please don’t make me go back. I needed to get away from home. From my crazy mom. I wanted this vacation so badly but she wouldn’t let me come. I really need it. Please let me stay?”

  When in doubt—beg. That seems to work with my mom’s boyfriends, anyway. Not so much with mom.

  “But how did you get here?” He shook his head, still trying to come to terms with the fact that he had a young woman hiding in his closet.

  “I took the bus.”

  “No, I mean on board. Someone’s going to lose their job over this. You shouldn’t be able to get aboard without documentation.”

  “I kind of said I was your daughter. I do this sort of thing all the time.” He looked at me with one eyebrow quirked. “I more or less blustered my way through and said he’d be in trouble with you if he made a fuss,” I went on to explain.

  “So, what am I going to do with you, now?” He looked deep in thought, seemingly unaware that he was half naked and I was kneeling in front of him.

  “Well, I could think of a few things,” I smiled and licked my plump red lips seductively.

  I couldn’t go home. I just couldn’t. I had to try something, didn’t I?

  “What the hell are you playing at young lady? What are you suggesting? I could lose my captaincy, hell, even my entire career over this.”

  “That’s hardly my problem, is it? My name is Erin, by the way, Captain Westwood.” I replied with a cheeky tone.

  Looking up at him, I gave him my best ‘innocent girl’ eyes before opening my mouth and tracing my tongue around the ‘O’ formed by my lips. I swear I saw something stir under his towel. Score!

  The captain looked embarrassed. He didn’t know where to look. All I had to do was tug the edge of the towel a little and the skimpy thing would fall to the ground in an instant.

  Bad idea, Erin. Don’t even—

  Right, like I could actually help myself. I blamed the hormones. Why else would I have acted so shamelessly? Hormones—that had to be it, right? I wanted, no…needed to see what was beneath the towel. It was as simple as that. I tugged the towel and it fell away, its fall arrested slightly by the rising penis that appeared to be trying to hide itself from my curious gaze.

  He tried to grab the towel, but I’d caught him unaware and he was too slow and the towel pooled around his feet. Now I found myself looking directly at his beautifully formed penis as it came to attention going beyond the horizontal position as I stared at it in amazement.

  Captain Westwood looked down at me, kneeling in front of him with his rigid cock inches from my face. If there was ever an image of a man torn between his primal urges and what was regarded as ‘proper’, then this was it, right in front of me. He was a study in contrasts in that moment.

  I couldn’t help myself. I wanted, no, again…needed to know that he was thinking the same as me, so I reached up and touched the swollen tip of his gorgeous cock with the tips of my fingers. He made no move to stop me or pull away.

  “That’s not really appropriate, Erin,” he said with absolutely no conviction whatsoever.

  “Sorry, captain,” I said, looking at him with my best puppy dog eyes.

  “Ah, I think you should call me Dirk. I’m not comfortable with you calling me anything else right now. You really shouldn’t be here. You know that, right? We’re both going to be in a whole lot of trouble. Me with the company and you with security, not to mention your mom.”

  “Only of she finds out,” I suggested, “and we’re already underway, aren’t we? Isn’t it too late to put me ashore?”

  “I can still come about and take you ba
ck to port.” But he showed no sign of doing so.

  He also made no effort to retrieve his towel or cover his throbbing penis, which seemed to be quite comfortable with me and responded very positively when I looked at it. Of course, I was assuming that the twitching and pulsing was a positive response, I didn’t really know for sure, at the time. I was a fast learner, though.

  I still don’t know how I was brave enough or what I was thinking, but my hand, almost with a mind of its own reached up and touched the shiny, bulbous head of Dirk’s penis, just to find out what it felt like. I’m not sure what surprised me more, the fact that it flicked away from my fingertips as it stood rigidly to attention or Dirk’s response when he grabbed me by the arm and started screaming at me.

  “Stand up,” he yelled as he grabbed my arm roughly, hoisted me to my feet and dragged me toward the bed.

  “If you want to behave like a disobedient child, then it’s time you were treated like one. I doubt you’ve ever been punished before in your life. Maybe that’s the problem with you. That’s the problem with all the little princesses I get aboard this ship.”

  “But I didn’t do anything wrong,” I pleaded, a little afraid of the captain for the first time since he opened the closet door. “I’m sorry. Whatever it is, I’m really sorry.”

  “It’s too late for that,” he scolded. “It’s about time you learned how to behave.”

  And with that, he sat on the edge of the bed and heaved me across his bare thighs, like a naughty child, ready to be spanked.

  “What are you doing?” I whimpered, unsure if he was really going through with this or just bluffing to frighten me.