"Babe, just relax. My dad doesn't bite." Jessie says from beside me.

I chuckle softly and nod my head, taking in a deep breath. I'm finally going to meet my girlfriend's parents. I mean it's not the first time I've been taken to meet parents of a person I'm dating but I'm not the type of guy dads like their daughters dating.

I wear a leather jacket, I have dark skinny jeans with wholes in the knees, stubble along my jawline, brown eyes and brown hair that's sexily messy. I'm the 'bad boy' type of looker.

Don't get me wrong, I respect and cherish every girl I'm with. I'm not some player or anything. But I've never really felt that connection. The instant connection or attraction that everyone likes to go on about in books. I guess I've read so many books that I'm now yearning for that connection.

"Mum and dad aren't together though, so I'll take you to meet my mum some other time." Jessie says.

I nod my head and gulp. I need to relax. I do stupid things and say stupid things when I'm nervous.

"Oh! Corey park the car, that his house!" Jessie squeals excitedly.

I smile and shake my head at her excitement. It's nice to see her so excited to see her dad. I've never had that sort of thing with my dad. I park the car.

"Dad might try to intimidate you, but just ignore it. He's a softy at heart." Jessie says, her soft hand on my bicep.

I nod my head and get out of the car, walking to her car door and opening it for her. She smiles and pecks my cheek. That's another thing, there's no spark, no heat between us.

We walk up to the front door together. Before we can knock, the door swings open. My breath catches, my heart beat quickens and I gulp visibly at the man in front of me. Golden short hair slightly spiked up, golden stubble along his chin and jawline as well as his cheeks. His shoulders are broad and masculine. His green eyes melting as he smiles at his daughter.

"Hey daddy." I watch as his arms wrap around Jessie, his biceps jerking and tensing as he hugs her.

When he let's go of her, he turns to me. His eyes take in my appearance. I can't help but shift uncomfortably as he bites his lip slightly and a fire ignites in his eyes. He extends his hand for me to shake. I take his hand in mine, his hand sending a hot, tingling sensation through my body.

"I'm Corey." I mumble softly.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Zack." His deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

Before letting go of my hand, he caresses my palm with his thumb softly. I blush as he let's go and we walk inside.

"Just make yourself comfortable." Zack's relaxed voice calls.

I sit down on the couch next to Jessie with Zack opposite me. I move slightly in my seat as his gaze on me makes me heat up. I don't understand though, I mean I know I've always like men as well as women but he's what? at least forty, I'm older than his daughter by about three years. She's nineteen and I'm twenty-two but that doesn't change he's a lot older than my age range.

"Dinner should be ready soon." Zack says as he relaxes back in his seat.

He has a cook who cooks for him. Jessie told me the other day. He's owns some sort of company. A wealthy company. His grandparents created years ago.

"Dinner is ready Mr Joyce." Zack nods and all three of stand up. Heading to the dining room.

There's a gorgeous wooden table set up with three plates. I sit down next to Jessie and Zack sits across from me again. A sly smirk taking over his features as we all sit down and start to eat.

I stop myself from choking on my food as I feel a leg run up mine. Looking to Zack, he has an amused smile plastered a across his gorgeous lips.

"Don't put too much in at once. Might not be able to handle so much." Zack says with a slightly seductive tone.

"Dad, I've got to go to the shops. I'll be back. You and Corey should get to know each other." Jessie says.

She pecks my cheek and walks out. Dinner has long since finished. We are say in the lounge room watching some sport program.

"So, how long have you been fucking my daughter?" I gasp in surprise.

"I haven't been...fucking her. We've been dating for about two months." I say honestly.

"Really? I guess that means you're a little... tense." He whispers huskily in my ear as he moves closer, his lips lightly grazing my ear as he whispers and his hand caressing my inner thigh.

My heart is beating furiously and my body is tense. My pants have tightened visibly. I close my eyes and sigh as his hot lips press against my neck. My hands gripping the couch.

"Maybe I should loosen you up." His deep voice sends shivers through my body.

I groan and lean my head back as he rubs my pants right over my sensitive and hard shaft. His lips are attacking my neck sensually.

"J-Jessie will be b-back soon." I stutter in a moan.

"No she won't. She's gone home to her fiancé." I look at him shocked.

"What?" I ask, unsure I heard him right. He smirks.

"She has a fiancé. Didn't she tell you?" I shake my head and gulp.

"Don't worry. You're mine now anyway." I gulp and shake my head.

"I-I'm not yours. I'm not a toy." I say moving from his couch.

He stands up, lifts me up and wraps my legs around his hips. Pinning me to the wall. His lips aggressively nipping and sucking at my neck.

"You know, I like how stubborn you are pup. Especially for a sub." I push him back and look at him angrily and confused.

"Pup? sub? What are you on about? I'm not some dog you get to fuck." I say angrily.

He pushes me against the wall again, this time with his body trapping me. He growls sexily in my ear.

"I am your dom. I am your alpha, you are my sub. Do you understand?" He growls into my ear.

He moves his head away from my ear and into my few. His eyes have changed to a red colour. His ears are slightly pointed and he has fangs and more hair on his cheeks. I can feel my heart beat increase.

"You can't be, I mean they aren't real." I say softly.

"I assure you. We are definitely real." His voice is an octave deeper.

"So, you think I'm your sub?" I ask.

"I don't think you're my sub, I know you're my sub. And a sexy one at that." He growls sexily.

I reach up my hand, softly caressing his lips with my finger. He's just watching me intently as I let my fingers caress his skin.

"You are mine." He finally speaks.

"I'm not a you Zack." I say shaking my head.

"I never said you were. You are mine. You are my sub and I shall have you." His hot breath against my neck as he kisses my skin softly.

Moving his lips, he presses them against my own. The multitude of pleasure is higher with his lips on mine than any other kiss I've experienced.

"Say it." He whispers pulling from my lips for a short second.

"Say what?" I ask pulling back.

"Tell me you're mine." He growls.

"I'm yours." I moan as his hands grip my arse. He smirks and nips at my neck slightly.

"That's what I thought." He says as he caroused my lips with his again.