“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned. “Yes, baby, just like that.”
She bit down on my neck as she shook, trying to stifle the scream that was about to escape from her mouth. I dislodged her teeth as I moved to leave my mark on her neck. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling the pain that ignites her pleasure.
“YES, DADDY!” she screamed.
“Move your ass, man! The light is green.” The angry driver in the car behind me yelled.
The sound of the man and his car jolted me from the daydream of my date last night. I was out of it, deep into my thoughts of the previous night’s escapades. I was having flashbacks of smells and feelings. I burned inside, and I wanted more. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to hold on to the memory.
I looked up into the rearview mirror, glaring at the man ruining my thought process. I showed him he’s number one with my middle finger, waited for the light to turn yellow, and drove off. The clock on the radio, read 8:50. I had 10 minutes to get to work, and I was 20 minutes away. I was going to be late again for the second time this week. The boss wasn’t going to like this. She had already warned me once about being late, and here I was about to do it again. I pulled into the parking garage, quickly shut off my car, and ran to my desk.
I stared at the computer screen, trying to figure out why I even showed up to work. “I bet you won’t be able to work tomorrow,” I heard her say and remembered why I was here. She baited me. She knew I would have to go to work to prove her wrong. She kissed me softly, biting down on my bottom lip laughing. She ran her tongue across my lips lightly like she was testing the flavor. She moaned, pressing her body hard against mine. I pushed her down to the bed, and she looked up at me, surprised at my forcefulness. She had always said I was too sweet, that I couldn’t be aggressive if I tried. Even when I told her I wasn’t someone to play around with, she just laughed, not thinking I could live up to my words, but she was wrong and was about to see how wrong she was.
She tried to get back up, but I kept her down, holding her hand down above her head. She stretched her neck so her face could meet mine, trying to kiss me. I smiled as I moved back just far enough so she could barely feel my lips. She whimpered and pouted, upset that she couldn’t get what she wanted, like she had grown accustomed to. She reached for my mouth again, straining to let her lips brush mine. She fell back in defeat, looking up at me with pleading eyes.
“Kiss me,” she tried to move again, but the force of my weight wouldn’t let her. “Kiss me, I need you to kiss me.”
“Say it,” I commanded.
She glared at me, not wanting to give in. I repositioned myself to hold her down with one hand. She looked up surprised that she still couldn’t move, and I felt her wetness seep through her pink cotton panties onto my thigh. I ran my free hand down her side, and she shuddered, inhaling deeply, trying not to let out any noises that would betray her day-to-day persona.
I reached down to feel her slickness on my fingers. She let out a soft “Oh” as my finger dipped into her folds, playing in her juices. I nearly came at the touch of her hot wetness. She knew and tried to stretch for me again. I moved back again as I slipped my index and middle fingers into her. She let out a moan as she grew comfortable with the space between her legs being filled. I started a slow rhythm, and she rocked against me, impaling herself on my fingers.
“Kiss me,” she moaned.
“Ask nicely,” I said forcefully holding back my amusement at the struggle that played across her face. She looked up, pleasure mixed with confusion in her eyes. Once she realized what I was saying she frowned a little. I let my thumb play with her clit while my fingers worked magic inside her. “Ask nicely.”
“Kiss me,” she said with her eyes closed. When she opened them her eyes pleaded with me, “Kiss me, Daddy, I need it.”
I smirked at her before kissing her deeply, tasting the red Moscato we had been drinking earlier. Our tongues played and fought for control. She moaned, relaxing her body and melting when she realized this was a fight she would lose.
I popped up to see my boss hovering over me like I was her prey.
“I will need to speak with you after work,” she said sternly.
I sat still, hot with embarrassment and anger but, most of all, arousal. I was mad; she just stood over me like that, but at the forefront of my mind was last night. Everything that happened last night was well worth what I would get after work. I went to the restroom to check myself, because my daydream made sitting down a challenge.
After splashing water on my face to wake myself up, I stared in the mirror.
“Look at me,” I said with my cock buried deep in her pussy. Her head bobbed as I fucked her from behind. I wanted her to look at me through the dresser mirror she was bent over in front of. “Look at me.”
She didn’t listen, so I ran my hand up her back into her hair, balled my hand into a fist and pulled, so she had no choice.
“You like the real me, don’t you?” I said into her ear as I pushed deeper.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.
Just as our gaze met in the mirror again, her eyes rolled back as she came. Throwing her pussy back at me, catching every stroke I made, taking me all in while, letting out a cry of pleasurable release.
“Hey, you okay?” My friend Tiffany asked, bringing me back to the present, “I saw Melissa was over at your desk. And then I heard her.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little tired. Probably should have stayed home.”
“It just seems she’s been hard on you lately.”
“It’s okay. I’ve been late a few times and fallen asleep twice,” I admitted. “I kind of have it coming.”
“Well, okay.” Tiffany said, confused. “I was just checking on you.”
I thanked her as we left the bathroom to finish the rest of the day, which dragged out. Nothing but endless reports, phone calls to and from people I didn’t care to speak with. And the constant stares from Melissa. It seemed like she was always watching. Whenever I looked back, I caught her staring. It didn’t matter what time I looked; she was watching me. Almost like she was waiting for me to mess up, so she had another reason to act an ass in front of everyone.
“Jaqueline, can I see you in my office please?” Melissa called for me just as the last person left.
She didn’t even give me enough time to sneak off. Like she was counting down the time. Who does that? Who sits and waits until it’s time to yell at someone?
“Yes, I’ll be right there,” I said to her, moving slowly from my desk.
When I entered her office, it hit me, the smell of French vanilla, jasmine, and the oil ylang-ylang. It was so potent I almost stumbled. I inhaled deeply and smiled.
“You’ve been waiting for me,” I said as I closed the office door.
“Yes, Daddy,” Melissa said, “I’ve wanted this all day.”
“How was I supposed to know that with how you have been acting all day?” I smirked as I pull the blinds close.
“I am still your boss, Jaq, there are still rules,” she said. “You were late and fell sleep.”
“And whose fault is that?” Before I finish the statement, I sat next to her on her desk, while she stayed seated in her chocolate brown leather office chair. “I clearly remember saying that I would be sleepy. To which you replied…”
“It’s okay, Daddy, don’t worry about it,” she said, standing up to be face to face with me.
“So,” I said, pulling her close, “why did I have to.?”
I punctuated the last word with a firm smack to her ass. She sucked air through her teeth at the sensation of pleasure and pain. I rubbed the spot where my hand landed to soothe her. I squeezed her ass tightly with both hands and pulled her close to me, kissing her where her neck and shoulder met, inhaling the smell of her until I felt high like I had just smoked two blunts. She grabbed the back of my head to hold me in place. I pulled back quickly so she couldn’t keep me where she wanted me. She groaned in displeasure.
“Don’t let where we are, confuse you,” I said, forcing her onto her deep chocolate desk.
“We are in My office,” she stated pointedly.
“Work is over. This is my office now,” I said. “You will abide by my rules.”
I pushed her up against the wall behind her desk, pinning her with my body. Pressing our lips together, parting hers with my tongue. She moaned, melting into me when my tongue flicked hers. I kissed down her body, opening the buttons on her peach business shirt one by one, leaving a soft but firm kiss after every button. She had on the bra I liked, baby blue with pink roses and snaps in the front. I smiled as I unsnapped her bra, and licked and kissed each breast as they were exposed. She moaned loudly. This time, her hand flew up to her mouth to stifle the noises she made. She smacked me lightly as I chuckled at her trying to be quiet but failing.
I ran my hand up the back of her thigh, up the back of her skirt and unzipped, tugging it down forcefully. It fell to the floor, revealing she had on no panties. I couldn’t hide my smile if I tried.
“You like that, Daddy,” she smiled as she saw my reaction.
Instead of answering, I picked up her left leg, tossed it over my shoulder, and smiled up at her before I stuck my tongue out and licked her clit. I sucked on the swollen nub slowly and deliberately, then licked the length of her slick opening. Making her shudder and shake in pleasure. I looked up to see her hand still over her mouth, muffling the sweet music she makes when she comes.
She started to shake. I could tell she was close to coming. She was beginning to lose balance on her right leg, grabbing the back of my head, trying to keep me in place. I stiffened my tongue and slid it into her pussy, feeling her warmth surrounding my tongue with slippery goodness. I ran my hand up to her breast and rubbed her hard nipples. Squeezing them with enough pressure to let her hands fall to the back of my head as she threw back her own and moaned, “Oh, MY GOD! Yes, Daddy eat this pussy.”
She came with a force of a river, almost drowning me in her love. She dug her nail into my shoulders hard enough to leave deep marks, causing pain that sent chills of pleasure through my entire body. I stuck my tongue deeper and moaned as I came hard.
She rode my tongue through the waves of pleasure we both felt. I played with her clit, rubbing it as I fucked her with my tongue. She bit down on her bottom lip, looked down at me with pleading eyes, trying not to scream.
I slowly pulled back, letting her leg down, and helped her with her skirt and blouse. I kissed her so she could taste her goodness. She licked my chin like she wasn’t trying to miss a drop.
“Let’s go,” I said, “I believe there are more things we have to discuss.”
I extended my hand out to her, and she took it with a “Yes. Daddy”