The Dark Side of Daddy

Kendra POV

It is my best friend's birthday. We are all going to a new club downtown. I cannot wait to shake my ass and dance with her. She deserves a fun night. Me, her, and a few girls from work are going to live it up tonight. It cannot get any better than this. I grab a low-cut top out of my closet. Just a little skin to show. I hope it gets me a few free drinks at the bar. I slip into my favorite mini skirt. Legs and tits are showing; yeah, I will not be paying for drinks tonight.

I look in my closet for my heels. Six-inch heels—that should do it. I slip into my shoes. I check myself in the mirror. Damn, I look good. I grab my phone. I scroll down to Kimmy and hit her name to send a text.

“I’m ready. Be out in five”

She better be on her way. I grab my purse and head out the door. I run downstairs to meet Kimmy. I told her five minutes. She better hurry. I do not want to stand out here looking like a hooker waiting for a John.

As I am standing here, I notice a man watching me. Hmm, I have never seen him before. He walks closer. Damn, I bet he thinks it is his lucky night.

“Hey,” I say as he passes. No need to be rude; he is rather cute.

“Hot date?” he asks.

“Nope, I am going out with some friends to celebrate her birthday,” I say.

That was way too much information to be giving a stranger.

“Well, you look sexy,” he says.

“Thanks,” I say.

Kimmy pulls up.

“Get in; let’s go,” she hollers from the car.

I look at the cute stranger. “Bye,” I say.

I jump into the car with Kimmy, and we head for the bar.

“Who was that?” she asks.

“I have no idea. He was cute. I just talked to him a minute,” I say.

“We should have brought him with us,” Kimmy says.

“Are you trying to get us killed?” I ask her.

“The way you’re dressed, we may get picked up for prostitution,” she says with a laugh.

“Hey, you’re dressed like a slut, too,” I say back to her.

“True, but you look much better than I do,” she says.

We pull into the club. We jump out of the car and start for the door. My heels are already too much, but I damn sure wanted to be hot tonight. The pain is worth it.

We run into the club and head straight for the bar. The amount of hot and sexy is overwhelming. Hell, I might even get laid tonight. It has been a minute. I could use a good fuck after the stressful work week I’ve had. It would not even be worth it if I cannot find someone who knows what in the hell they are doing. Good thing I have a toy to keep me from being a royal bitch.

We go to the bar and order shots. It is Kimmy’s birthday, so we are going to get completely smashed. We can take a cab home. After what I am sure is at least a bottle of tequila, I am feeling good. I leave Kimmy at the bar to go to the bathroom.

As I am entering the bathroom, I see him. Mr. Sexy that was in front of my building. Hmm, did he follow us here? No way. This is a popular club. It must be a coincidence.

Drunk me decides to walk up to him. “Hey, sexy,” I slur at him.

He looks at me. “You know it is not safe to be drinking this much and talking to strangers,” he says.

“Well, aren’t you a downer,” I say to him.

“Maybe. You should be more careful, Kendra,” he says.

“Hey! How did you know my name?” I ask.

“I heard your friend call you across the room. I am sure the entire bar knows both of your names,” he says.

“Oh. Sorry. I just thought it was a little weird you calling me by my name,” I say.

“I guess so,” he says.

He is looking at me strangely. Maybe I am just drunk and paranoid.

“So, what brings you here tonight?” I ask him.

“I am looking for true love,” he says.

I hope he is joking. I just remembered I have to pee.

“I need to get into the bathroom,” I say. I walk past him and go into the women’s bathroom. The dude was cute, but man, was he super strange. Tall, sexy, and strange sounds like he might be right for me. I am the queen of the wrong men.

As I fix my skirt and begin to come out of the bathroom, I notice something moving around in the bathroom. Is there someone else in here with me? I wait a moment. As I wait, I realize it is getting closer to my stall.

All of a sudden, the door to my stall opens. It is Mr. Strange. What the hell is he doing? He reaches in and grabs me. He jabs something in my arm. Ouch. Did he just drug me?

He throws me over his shoulder. He is walking out with me. Surely, someone will notice a girl over a man's shoulder and say something. I hear him talking to someone.

“She had too much to drink; I am taking her outside,” he says.

He carries me out of the bar. I hear his car key fob click. He opens the door and puts me in his car. He fastens my seatbelt and closes the door.

My eyes feel like they are rolling into the back of my head. He gets into the other side. He rechecks my seat belt.

“No worries, baby girl. Daddy is going to take real good care of you. We will be home very soon,” he says.

He kisses me on the forehead. I feel the car moving as I pass out from the shot he gave me.

Tobias POV

She is so peaceful sleeping in the seat. I hope she does not get sick. She drank way too much. If she does, I will take care of her. I have to get her home and settled down; tomorrow will be a stressful day for her. Not only will she have a hangover from all the foolish drinking she was doing, but she will have to learn all about her new role as my baby girl.

I pull into my driveway. I park in the garage and close it. I take out her purse. ID— hmm, Kendra Mitchell, age 26. I need to find her phone. It is all the way at the bottom. I remove the back and take out the sim card. She can keep the phone, but I do not want her calling anyone. What else is in here? Lipstick—she won't be needing that. No more painting herself up like a whore. Nope. I toss the lipstick and sim card in the trash.

I grab her out of the car and carry her up to the bedroom I have fixed for her. I lay her on the changing table in her room. I carefully remove these slutty clothes. I take a baby wipe and wash the whore off of her face. I slip a diaper onto her bottom. I put a gown on her and some socks to keep her warm. I brush her hair. She will have to have a good bath tomorrow. She smells like alcohol and smoke.

No worries, Kendra. I will take good care of you.

I kiss her on the forehead.

I pick her up and place her in her crib. I put the top on it, so she cannot get out. I will leave the top off in time, but I know it will be needed for now. She is not the first one to come here to be with me. I know how tomorrow will be. She will cry. She will be upset. But in time, she will accept this life and become a member of the pack. I think finding out I am a werewolf is scarier than anything. I just want to take care of her. I want her to be mine.

I pull the rocker close to her crib. I watch her sleep. She looks so much better without all that whore makeup on. Tomorrow, I will get her all cleaned up and looking like a princess.

Tomorrow will be a tough day. She stirs around a little. I am afraid she is going to be sick. I will stay here in the rocker until she wakes up. If she gets sick, I will be here to take her to the bathroom to clean up.

I begin to doze off. I cannot do that; I have to stay awake—just a few minutes.

“Let me out of here, you son of a bitch!” she screams.

I am awake now. I look at her, screaming at me.

“Are you okay, princess?” I ask her.

“I am not your fucking princess! Let me out! I feel sick,” she screams.

“Calm down. You are going to make yourself sick. You had way too much to drink last night,” I say to her.

She starts getting sick in her crib. I undo the top latch to let her out. I reach in to grab her, and she cringes.

“Stop that. Let me help you out,” I say to her.

I reach in and pull her out of the crib. I cradle her in my arms.

“You okay?” I ask her.

“No, I think I am going to puke,” she says.

I take her into the bathroom. I sit her down in front of the toilet.

“I have to pee,” she says.

“Use your diaper,” I say to her.

She looks down and realizes she has a diaper on. She looks at me.

“Are you insane?” she asks.

She starts throwing up. I pull hair back out of the way, but she still manages to get some in her hair.

“No worries. Daddy will give you a bath,” I say to her.

I sit with her while she is sick.

“I feel like I’m still drunk,” she says.

“You did drink a lot,” I say to her.

“That I did,” she says.

She continues to be sick. I pet her on the back and try to comfort her. Oh, Kendra, this is not something you will ever have to worry about again. There is no more alcohol in your future. I will make sure you are healthy.

She lays her head on the toilet. “I think I’m done,” she says.

I turn from her, so I can run her a hot bath. She bolts. I grab her and sit her down on the floor.

“There will be none of that,” I say.

I turn the water on and put the plug in the tub. I stand her up and remove her diaper. I pull the gown off and remove her socks. I look at her a moment.

“What, you want to fuck me or something?” she says.

I smack her on the bare leg. “I will not tolerate that kind of language in my house,” I tell her.

“Sorry,” she says.

I place her in the tub. I begin by washing her hair. I scrub all the gunk out of it. I wash her body. She does not move. Maybe she will be easier to handle than I thought. It usually takes at least two weeks for a woman to accept her role as mine. I just want to take care of her. I want her to be all mine. If she can't accept the role in two weeks, I will let her go. I always do.

After I bathe her, I pick her up and take her out of the tub. I take a big towel and dry her off. I cradle her in my arms and take her back to her room. I place her on the table. I lotion her body and powder her bottom. I put a diaper on her and slip a fresh princess gown on her.

I kiss her forehead. “Now you do not look like a whore anymore,” I say to her.

“Are you hungry?” I ask her.

“Yes, I am starving,” she says.

I pick her up and carry her downstairs. I go into the fridge and grab a bottle I already made for her. I take her to the rocker in the living room. I cradle her close to me and put the bottle in her mouth. She spits it out.

I glare down at her and pop her on the leg.

“I will not be disrespected,” I tell her.

She complies and takes the bottle.