Boss Daddy, page 33
“Shh,” he told her. “I’m going to give you what you need.” He stripped off her shorts before he pulled her back onto his lap. “You need this so badly, don’t you, baby girl? You need to come.”
“Yes. Yes!”
“Why didn’t you tell me how much you needed to come?”
Because she couldn’t just come out with that!
“If you’re in need, you’re to tell me immediately.”
“I can’t do that!” she cried, staring at him in horror.
“Well, maybe you don’t need to come as badly as I thought then . . .”
“No, I do.”
“What are you going to do if you need my touch?” he murmured.
“Find you and ask for you to . . . to touch me.”
“Good girl. That’s my very good girl. You’re going to come for Daddy, aren’t you? He’s going to play with your clit and you’re going to come all over his fingers, aren’t you?”
His fingers? She’d rather come over his cock.
“Just do whatever Daddy tells you to do like the good girl I know you can be.”
Those words shouldn’t send waves of pleasure through her.
Shouldn’t . . .
But they did.
She moaned as he moved his mouth down her neck to where it met her shoulder.
He ran his thumb over her nipple. Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Surges of pleasure followed the movement of his thumb. It was insane and she wanted more.
Needed more.
She moaned as he pulled off her T-shirt, leaving her in just her bra and panties.
“So beautiful, my girl. And so naughty sometimes.”
“Next time you’re so naughty, I’m going to tease you and not let you come. What do you think about that?”
“Noo, Daddy you can’t! You’re not going to do that now, are you?” She gave him a look filled with horror.
“I should. You were very naughty. You could have hurt yourself.”
“Daddy, you spanked me and I wrote my lines. And I’m sorry.”
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was filled with softness. Tenderness. “You’re right. After a punishment everything is forgiven. You’re just so fucking precious to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
He wrapped his hand slowly around the nape of her neck, watching her as he did. His mouth dropped to hers. He kissed her lightly, then deepened the kiss until she felt like she was floating. Weightless.
“This time you get to come as often as you like. You don’t have to ask permission.”
Reaching around behind her, he undid her bra, pulling it down her arms and throwing it onto the floor.
Then he cupped her breasts, twisting her nipples lightly. The small burst of pain had her groaning and pressing her pussy against his cock.
More. More.
“Someone likes that,” he murmured.
“Yes. Yes.”
He twisted her nipples again and she swore she almost saw stars. She’d never done this to herself. She’d never thought that she might like a bite of pain with her pleasure.
Seemed she’d been missing out all this time.
Or maybe it was being with Dimitri. The man had skills. She could tell just from the way he kissed.
His hands moved to her hips and she whimpered, wanting them back on her breasts.
“Shh, L’venok. I just want to play.” He lifted her onto his desk, then leaned in to lick her nipples.
Ooh. That was nice.
Then he sucked one into his mouth. Even better.
Holy. Heck.
He cupped her other breast, playing with her nipple as he sucked and licked the other one.
Then he swapped.
It felt her like her body was on her fire. Her skin too tight. Her orgasm was building.
“Put your hands behind you on the desk,” he commanded.
She put her hands behind her, leaning back.
“That’s my precious girl. Look at you. Sitting there like a snack for Daddy. A delicious one. Are your panties wet?”
Oh, no.
Say it.
“Yes,” she managed to get out.
“Because you like having me touch you this way, don’t you? You like having me lick and suck on your nipples. Do you want my touch anywhere else?”
“Yes . . . yes, please,” she cried.
He started kissing his way down her tummy, toward the top of her panties. She expected him to move them to the side or take them off, instead he pulled back, then he slid his finger under her panties.
“Oh, these are wet, aren’t they? My poor girl. We can’t have you wearing wet panties, can we?”
“Oh . . . oh please.”
“Please what?” he asked as he ran his finger up and down her slit.
Her clit throbbed. Needing more.
“Please touch my clit,” she begged. “I need to come. Please don’t make me wait.”
“Shh, easy now. You’re all right. I’m here.” He circled her clit.
It was almost too much. She was so sensitive.
“God, you’re so wet.”
“I . . . that’s bad?”
“No, baby girl. Never bad. I cannot wait to taste you.” He slowly pressed a finger inside her. Just the tip entered her. She’d had her fingers inside herself before so he didn’t need to worry. He wouldn’t hurt her.
Although, she guessed his dick was far bigger than her fingers.
His finger slid right inside her and he pumped it several times as she clenched around him.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhh.”
She was grateful that his office was soundproof. She’d never realized that she’d be so vocal during sex.
“That’s it. Good girl. Let’s just stretch you out a bit. Tell me if it hurts.”
Another finger slid inside her, stretching her further.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he ordered.
“It feels so good.”
“And you look so pretty sitting here on my desk with your legs spread, waiting to come.”
Oh, Lord.
The things he said.
Then he drew his fingers out of her pussy. She moaned in protest until he brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. His eyes closed in pleasure.
“Baby girl, you taste so good.”
She squirmed on the desk in pleasure, but he rested his hands lightly on her legs. “Stay still.”
She froze, her heart racing.
“That’s my good girl. Daddy is going to feast.” He stood and moved a few things away from behind her.
“I want you to lie back and put your arms above your head and keep them there. If at any time you’re scared or uncomfortable you say the word red, understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl, now lay back.”
Once she was lying on her back on the desk, he tugged her hips closer to the edge, then pulled her panties off. She was naked. On his desk. In the middle of the day.
While he was fully dressed.
Embarrassment started to fill her. Was this really her life? This wasn’t her, right?
But then he spread her legs, laying kisses on her upper thighs and she stopped worrying about who she had been.
This was her now.
And if he wanted to lay her out like this every day then she was here for it.
“I love this pussy. So pretty and plump.” He ran his tongue along her slit without pushing between her lips, and she let out a small cry, arching her back. She needed more. She thrust her hips up against his face.
“Uh-uh,” he said sternly. “I’m going to need you to stay still.”
“I’ll . . . I’ll try,” she told him.
“Good girl. If you need me to hold you still, you can ask me to. But I’m not going to do it unless you ask.”
Could she handle that?
She knew who was touching her. And Dimitri’s touch wasn’t anything like his.
He laid a kiss right over her clit then flicked his tongue out, toying with the tight nub.
It was freaking torture. Forget pain, he could get her to confess just by edging her.
“Please. Please. I need more.”
“Not yet,” he told her, making her whimper. “Raise your legs. Put your feet flat on the desk. That’s it.”
Now, she was completely spread open to his sight, his touch. She needed something to anchor her. She felt like she was floating away as he parted her lips and sucked on her clit.
“Daddy! Daddy! Hold me.”
“Baby girl?” he asked quietly.
“Please. I don’t . . . I need your help.”
“Shh, I’m here to give you what you need. But tell me if it gets too much.”
Grabbing hold of her legs behind her knees, he pushed them up and back, holding them there.
She waited, breathing deeply, to see how she’d react. And she knew he was doing the same.
But all she felt was a surge of pleasure at his dominance.
“More, please. More.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Huh. Like she believed that. Despite how careful he was with her, there was no mistaking who was in charge. He ran his tongue along her slit again, flicking her clit.
Her head moved back and forth as he teased her. Sucking on her clit, licking her lower lips. Then to her shock, his tongue slowly entered her passage.
She cried out, unable to stop herself.
“That’s it, let me hear you begging. Wanting me,” he told her.
“More, more, more,” she said. “I need more.”
He pressed her against the desk. Again, she waited for any sign of panic. There was a tiny tendril there. But she just had to remind herself that she was with Dimitri.
He wasn’t here.
He wouldn’t touch her ever again.
“Dahlia?” he queried, obviously feeling her tense up.
“I’m all right. Please, don’t stop.”
“Just relax, baby girl. I’m going to take good care of you. Just relax and let me give you pleasure. Put everything out of your mind except my touch.”
She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and moaning as he ran his tongue back and forth over her clit. His finger moved in and out of her passage.
Oh, Lord.
He pushed her higher and higher toward that peak. She whimpered, squirming, but he had one hand firmly on her thigh, keeping her in place.
“Please. More. I need . . . I need to come.”
His tongue moved with faster flicks.
“You’re so beautiful, L’venok. And you taste delicious. Christ, I think I’m addicted to your taste.”
That was good, because she was certain that she was addicted to him doing this to her.
He returned to playing with her clit. And it was too much. She couldn’t hold back, she could feel herself reaching that peak and falling over. But then, when she thought it was over, she reached another peak. And she screamed as she fell apart, coming so hard that it shook her to her core.
Her entire body trembled with aftershocks and she gasped for breath as he slowly pulled away from her. He slid his fingers out first, then licked at her lower lips, as though he was cleaning up every bit of her release.
If she was capable of any real thought that might have embarrassed her.
Standing, he helped her sit.
Ow. Her poor bottom.
He held the two fingers that had been in her pussy up to her lips. “Time to clean me up. Open.”
She opened her mouth and he slid them in. “Suck.”
She sucked, murmuring with delight as his gaze heated. “That’s it. My good girl. Sucking your pleasure from my fingers. Do you like the taste of yourself?”
Well, it wasn’t unpleasant. She nodded.
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, kissing her until she forgot everything around her. Then he pulled away, picking her up and sitting with her on his lap, her legs straddling his.
She made a noise of protest, trying to get off his lap. He lightly grabbed her hips.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to, uh, I mean . . . I’m still all wet and it might get on your pants.”
His eyebrows rose. “And you think I care about that?”
“I’ll put a wet patch on your pants. Then you’ll have to clean them. And walk around with my, um, you know . . . on your pants.”
“I don’t care if you get my pants messy, baby girl. I’d wear it like a badge of honor,” he told her. “How wet you got just means that I was doing my job properly. The fact you got so wet is a turn-on. You can mess up my pants anytime you want.”
“Dimitri!” she said, laughing as she put her hands over her hot cheeks. “You’re so crazy. The things you say . . .”
“The things I say are all true. And there’s no need to be embarrassed. I intend to put my fingers and tongue over every inch of your body. And I want you to scream my name and come just like you did. You’re sexy when you come.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Oh yeah.” He cupped her breast. “Every part of you is gorgeous. So beautiful it’s going to be impossible for me to look at this desk again without getting hard.”
She liked that idea.
“Well, maybe I should take care of your little problem.” She attempted to climb off his lap.
“Excuse me?” he said sternly, making her freeze.
Had she said something wrong?
“Little problem? Did you really just call it a little problem?”
Oh. Her shoulders slumped in relief. So she hadn’t said something wrong. Well, actually, looking at his face right now there was something wrong and she had best fix it.
She held up her hands. “Not little . . . I would never call it a little problem. Big. Enormous. Humongous. Ginormous. Bigger than Mt. Everest problem. Yep. Not little at all. You must have heard me wrong.”
His eyebrows came together in a mock-scowl. “That’s better. The next time you call it little, I’ll . . .” he trailed off. “Never mind.”
Drat, she’d really wanted to hear threat.
She tried to wriggle off his lap, but he held her hips. “Stay where you are, baby girl.”
“But I was going to take care of your truly enormous, gigantic, bigger than the Titanic problem.”
“Not right now.” He brushed her hair back off her face.
What? He didn’t want her to suck him off? Why not? Did guys actually turn down blow jobs?
Unless he wanted sex . . . her heart raced.
“Why not?” she asked, licking her lips.
His gaze centered in on her mouth. “Oh, that was naughty, baby girl.”
Had it looked sexy? She wasn’t sure.
“And while the idea of taking your mouth with my cock is tempting as hell, that isn’t happening today.”
She pouted. “It’s not? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He gave her a stern look. “Let’s get you dressed. Unfortunately, there’s something I have to tell you.”
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She frowned. What could be more important than fucking her? Or letting her go down on him?
“Can’t it wait?” she asked. She was sure he couldn’t be comfortable. Yet, he pushed back from his desk and placed her on her feet, holding her until he was certain she was steady. Standing, he took her hand and led her into the attached bathroom. Then he grabbed a washcloth, wetting it. He turned to her.
“Spread your legs, baby girl. Lean back against the counter if you need to.”
Why would she need to . . . oh, holy crap.
She reached for the cloth. “I can do that.”
He stepped back, giving her a stern look. “No. You will not. You will do as you were told or you’ll get your butt reddened again.”
Eek. She wasn’t ready for another spanking.
“Turn around and grasp hold of the counter,” he ordered. “Do not let go. Then spread your legs.”
Turning, she grasped hold of the counter, pushing her legs apart. She shivered as he ran his hand over her bottom. “Not too pink. Think I went too easy on you.”
“You didn’t, Daddy!”
The cloth over her sensitive clit. It was warm and felt good against her pussy. He cleaned her thoroughly, and when the cloth was removed, the cooler air against her stimulated clit made her shiver.
“Should have put your top on first. You’re cold.”
Nope. No, she wasn’t. She stared into the mirror, barely able to recognize the woman staring back was her. She looked so thoroughly sated. Her lips were puffy and red. Her eyes sparkled with happiness. There was a glow about her that she’d never had before.
“I’m all right,” she told him.
He started undoing the buttons on his shirt and she tried to turn, to touch him but he shook his head.
“Stay where you are.”
After he had his shirt off, she couldn’t help but stare at him in the mirror, wishing he wasn’t half-hidden behind her.
“Can I touch you?”
“Not right now, baby girl. I’m still fighting for control.”
She liked that she could do that to him. He was always so controlled, so in charge of himself and everyone around him.
Letting go sometimes wasn’t a bad thing.
He put the shirt on her, not bothering to do up the buttons. Oh Lord, she liked this look. Her, naked and relaxed from her orgasm, with him half-naked behind her.
He leaned over the back of her, his arms bracketing her. She sucked in a breath, if something was going to be a trigger it would be this.
But the fact that she could see him, that he didn’t push her into the counter, that he was just standing there, lending her his warmth and strength . . . it countered any hint of panic.
Leaning down, he kissed along her shoulder, his touch worshipful. Tender.
“My Queen,” he whispered.
She shook her head. Because she wasn’t. She wasn’t a Queen. No, all she wanted was a safe place. To be loved. To be seen. Coddled and protected.
Her wants were simple. But it had taken her a long time to find someone to give her what she needed. And who would need her in return.
Her submission. Her care and attention.
“You are, even if you might not see it,” he said. “You’re my Queen. Just mine. I’m a selfish bastard who likes having you to myself. I know I’m a possessive bastard. And I can be too controlling and smothering. But know that everything I do is because I want to take care of you.”
