Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
I see he’s on the phone as I close the door behind me and pull the hem of my dress higher. I make sure to give him a little peek of the fact that I’m wearing no panties.
“Just like Daddy likes.”
He leans back in his seat, the phone to his ear and he holds a finger to his lips then points to the chair on the other side of his desk motioning for me to take a seat.
I want to be close to him so instead of sitting down, I slide in the space between him and his desk and wiggle my butt on top. I spread my thighs and drag my dress up showing him my needy pussy.
When he ignores me, I poke him in the chest and ask, “Don’t you want to play?”
He turns his chair so he’s no longer looking at me then speaks into the receiver.
“I’ll have my team get the purchase agreement written up and over to you by the end of the day. Glad we could come to terms. My head construction engineer will be in Houston end of the week to start surveying the property and getting our plans moving forward.” He wraps up the calls and hangs up giving me a stern look.
“Did you not understand when I did this?” He puts his finger to his mouth. “Then this…” He points to the chair.
“Yes.”
“Okay. So, you understood, you just decided to do what you wanted and ignore me.” His voice is flat and my belly flips wondering what’s next. But instead of chastising me more, he changes the subject, “Are you enjoying the new plug?”
Maybe he does want to play.
I wink and roll my shoulders up and back then reply. “I think I’ll be ready for you tonight...”
His brows lift as he continues to ignore what’s waiting for him at the top of my wide-open legs.
“Are you enjoying the new plug, I asked,” he repeats.
“Yes.” I answer, sliding a hand between my legs and running my fingers over the slippery flesh. I know he loves my scent. “I keep imagining what it will feel like when it’s you instead of the plug.”
“Get your hands off your pussy. My pussy,” he barks, his eyes dark, brows drawing together.
The harsh command startles me, and I do as he says, pulling my fingers from the warmth.
“First off, you didn’t do as I asked when you came into the office. Second, you made me repeat myself. Third, I decide when you touch yourself. When you cum. That’s my home between your legs, and you’re trespassing. And, last but certainly not least, when you answer me, you say ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘No, Daddy’.”
He looks angry, which makes me think I may have earned a punishment. I'm greedy for it though, so it’s not much of a punishment really.
He grips his chin, he huge fingers covering his mouth for a moment before he runs his hand down his beard and speaks. “Tell me something.”
“What?” I reach for his wrist, pulling his hand forward trying to get him to touch me.
“Who does this belong to?” His tone is stern, as he keeps his fingers an inch from my aching pussy.
I let go and he rests his hands over his chest entwining his fingers. Today he’s wearing a deep royal blue tie with tiny white dots and his black suit. He looks like a billionaire lumberjack hit man.
“It belongs to you.”
“And who decides when it gets to play?”
“You do. Sorry, Daddy.”
His eyes lighten, and I want to know that he is the one in control, that I can trust him to always know what’s right. I know sometimes I push to test him, to make sure he’ll always be consistent with me.
“I love you, baby girl, but you have much to learn.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He sits up. “Spread those legs wider, hold your skirt up.” A thrill rushes through me as I do what he asks. But, instead of him kissing me, fingering me, he brings his open hand down hard then back up. Down again in a jolt, smacking my wet open flesh over and over.
“Don’t you dare close your legs.” He orders reading my mind.
Another hard smack and my inner muscles coil into a knot.
“Oww.” I whine, more dramatic that is probably called for.
“I’ll show you ow little one.”
Another smack, way harder this time. One more and my pussy on fire. He stops, then turns to his computer, tapping a few keys on the keyboard as the flesh between my legs throbs.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Please…can you let me suck your cock, or I’ll bend over and you can fuck me really quick?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Not right now.”
I frown, starting to pout. “But I want you.”
“And I’ve said no. What did I tell you about when I say no?”
“Don’t make you repeat yourself.” I let out a grunt of annoyance, and that’s when his eyes shift catching mine. I squint back with a defiant glare, but the staring contest doesn’t last long and I lower my gaze.