“Mmm, fucking addicting,” he growls, sitting. “You want to come for Daddy, don’t you? But first, you need to know what it means to be mine. It means that I own this sexy body. And that you own me, entirely.” His eyes trace my body, lust dilating his pupils.
“So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go back out there to your friends. You’re going to finish your evening with them and then go home to think about what belonging to me means for you. Then, based on that knowledge, you will make your decision. Tomorrow, when you bring your father’s lunch, you will either leave the building, at which point, I will take your departure to mean that you do not wish to explore what’s happening between us. Or, you will come to my office, inform my assistant that you have a meeting, which will exist onmy calendar, and you will be shown in, at which point, your fate is sealed.”
He stands up again, offering me his arm and leads me back through the restaurant to the table where my friends are still gathered. He seats me in the chair I left, brushing a gentle kiss over the back of my hand, and casually walks out of the restaurant. I turn back to my friends, met with wide, curious eyes and hushed cat calls. My face flushes as I shake my head at my friends. I’m still so hot and bothered.What the hell am I going to do?
Sirena tosses a lightweight gift bag at me, giggling when it hits my chest, and we get back to our celebration. I rummage through the tissue paper, my fingers grasping a silky piece of fabric. Pulling it out of the bag, I see a beautiful lacy pale blue bra and panty set. “Sirena!” I hiss, knowing exactly what she had in mind when she picked this set out. Her smirk tells me I’m right, but I refuse to play along. “It’s beautiful, thank you,” I say, stuffing the lingerie back into the bag and hiding it between my feet under the table.
“So that was him, huh?” one of my friends asks quietly, leaning into me. I just nod, picking at my Tiramisu, refusing to look at her. When the waiter brings the checks, Sirena grabbed mine.
“Don’t worry, we’ll let dear old Stepdaddy pay for it,” she chuckles, holding her credit card up. “It’ll really piss off my new brother.” Her eyes roll when she mentions him, but there’s definitely something more than hatred between them.
When my ride arrives, I hug each of my friends, thanking them for their thoughtful gifts. I look up when the driver starts talking, surprised that it’s the same guy who dropped me off. He asks a few questions, but eventually lets me sit in silence with my overwhelming thoughts. I’m no closer to a decision when he drops me off at my front door.
Pudge greets me when I walk inside, and I see dad sitting in his recliner watching some kind of sports commentary. He doesn’t say anything as I make my way through the living room to the stairs to go to my room, but I call a quick goodnight over my shoulder before closing my door and quickly change into my pajamas. Pudge jumps up on my bed, cuddling with me when I settle under the blanket.
“What should I do, huh, girl?” I croon as she rolls on her back, giving me access to her favorite scratching zones. I chuckle, talking while I indulge her. “He says he wants me, Pudge. But does he really wantmeor just want me for a fling?” I flop back on my pillow, she rolls over and crawls onto my chest, licking my chin.
“I know I’ve been lusting over him, you don’t have to remind me,” I chide, scratching behind her ear. “He didn’t say it like it was a temporary thing. He said he ‘wants me,’ but it sounded more like he wants to own me. Wants me to belong to him. Ugh! I just don’t know what to do, Pudge. And apparently I have to give him my decision tomorrow.”
I turn off my light, hoping a full night’s sleep will help clarify my decision. It does not. I wake up more conflicted than when I went to bed. On one hand, I am desperate to believe that he wants me the way I’ve wanted him for so long. On the other hand, he’s a successful, older man, my dad’s boss, and experienced where I’m just… none of those things.
I take my time packing dad’s lunch, indecision and cowardice slowing my motions. When I finally make it into the building, I head straight for dad’s office, settling in the chair while he eats. He hands me a birthday card with a gift card to Bean Me Up Scotty, my favorite coffee shop. When dad has finished eating, I stand and walk toward the door. “Happy birthday, baby,” he says behind me. I turn and smile, before walking out and closing thedoor behind me, releasing a deep breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
Darius
Last night was fucking miserable. When I saw her in the restaurant, I wanted to beat the little shit she was with to a bloody pulp, but relief flooded me when I realized she was with a group of girlfriends. When she grabbed my arm, going with me willingly, I wanted to lead her out the front door, to my car, to ravage her in the front seat, let her ride me fast and hard, wringing her pleasure from my willing body.
Then, confessing my need for her, seeing her eyes flare, conflicting hesitation and desire. She is exquisite. Offering to let her go was the most heinous lie I’ve ever spoken. If she chooses to turn away from my office, I won’t be able to leave her alone. I could try, wasting time we could be spending together, but to what end? She is meant to be mine. I saw interest in her eyes, I’ll just need to find a way to make her embrace that spark and allow me to burn her with my obsession.
I woke before sunrise this morning, energy pouring out of me in waves. Midas and I went for a run in the dark, farther than we’ve ever gone, both of us breathing hard by the time we got back to the penthouse. In the shower, I fisted my cock, painting the wall yet again to thoughts of Ivy, her name shouted with my release. Soon, I’ll have the real thing beneath me, taking my seedin her ripe womb. I know eventually I’ll have to come clean about my actions, but that’ll have to wait until she’s mine forever.
I arrived at work early, surprising everyone, shrugging it off with the excuse of having a meeting with a European company. I’ve been locked in my office all morning, watching the security monitors, waiting to see Ivy walk into the building. When I see her walk across the foyer, bag in hand, my hands grip my desk, eyes drinking in her perfection through the grainy video feed.
Seeing my woman disappear into her father’s office, my breathing gets more ragged as time passes. After fifteen minutes I’m convinced she’s keeping me waiting, intentionally prolonging my torture. When I finally see his office door open, my breath catches in my chest, waiting for her to turn left or right.
She turns right, heading toward my office, taking one step, then two, before shaking her head and turning left, toward the elevators. After a few faltered steps, she turns again, her small hands indicating an internal debate. I growl as she stands still, bringing her hand to her mouth, chewing a fingernail. She takes a few tentative steps in my direction before she stops again. “Oh for fuck sake, Ivy, come the fuck on!” I shout, frustration overriding my common sense. As if she heard me in her heart, she quickly lowers her fingers, and walks quickly in my direction, coming to a stop at my assistant’s desk. “Yes!” I exclaim quietly, trying to contain my excitement. She’s here. Finally. Now I’m going to take what is mine.
I close the camera feed, walking to my door, throwing it open as my assistant raises her hand to knock, a nervous Ivy standing behind her. “Miss Jensen, please, come in. Patti, we are not to be disturbed. Thank you,” I say firmly, knowing she’ll keep needy employees away from my office until I say otherwise.
I shut the door behind Ivy, caging her between my arms, leaning in close. Her presence here is all I need to make hermine. “You brought your father his lunch, but what did you bring your Daddy to eat?” I ask as my hands go under her ass and I pick her up. Her arms band behind my head, holding her to me, her chest pressing into mine. I kiss her lips gently, groaning when she opens her mouth, her teeth scraping my bottom lip, surprising me with her confidence. I reach one hand up, moving her hair to the side as my lips explore the column of her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, before moving to her collarbone, my tongue trailing over her silky skin.
“I need to see you,” I rasp, setting her back on the ground, my hands traveling over her shoulders to the zipper at the nape of her neck. With each inch of flesh exposed by the lowered zipper, my cock hardens further. Her hands come from around my neck to fumble with the clasp of her bra. Both of us are panting by the time her breasts are exposed to my gaze. “Fuck, Ivy. You’re fucking perfect,” I say before my lips lock around her nipple, my tongue teasing the puckered flesh before switching to the other, eliciting a lustful moan from the goddess in front of me in only skimpy silky panties.
I pick her up, carrying her bridal style over to my desk, setting her gently on the polished wood, sitting before her in my leather chair. She gazes down at me, her thighs parting instinctively, showing me the damp spot growing on the silk barely covering her core. I bite my lower lip, the pain nothing compared to what my cock has been feeling since I first saw her.
Rolling forward to sit between her thighs, I look up at her. My hands skate up her legs, my fingers reach over the silky fabric, watching her muscles quiver. I groan at the sight of her damp panties, quickly pulling them off to tangle around her feet. “Lean back, babygirl,” I say, watching as she lowers herself back to rest on her forearms. She’s able to see everything I do to her at this angle, so I tell her what I’m about to do.
“I’m going to devour this pussy, Ivy. First, my tongue will tease your clit, until you’re writhing on the desk, begging me to give you a release. But I won’t. I’ll lick your folds until your thighs are clamped around my head, desperate to hold me where you need me. But I won’t stay there. Finally, I’ll explore your depths with one finger, then two, if you’re a real good girl, giving you a small preview of what my cock will feel like when I finally take you. And only then, when you’re so desperate for me, will I allow you to come on my tongue. How does that sound, babygirl?” I ask, smirking up at her.
Lowering my gaze again, I see my words have affected her, her desire glistening, beckoning my tongue closer. With a growl, I drop my head, eagerly diving to lap at her clit.
“You’ve made your decision,” I prompt, licking my lips and leaning back to look up at her. “Now, you’re mine— forever.” Her gasp is fucking adorable.
Ivy sits up, her head moving from side to side almost imperceptibly, and she begins to fidget, refusing to meet my eyes. “I thought you wanted a… a fling.” Her confession makes the anger rise in my chest. Anger that she could doubt my desire, anger that I haven’t been more forthcoming.
With a rueful chuckle, I lean forward, my hands covering her thighs, looking up at her. “No, Ivy. I don’t want just a fling. Anyone could give me that. I want something that only you can give me.” I wait for realization to dawn on her, but she just keeps looking at me. “When you agree to be mine, babygirl,” I pause, letting her process the endearment, her deep flush encouraging my words. “When you’re mine, you’re my babygirl, and I’m your Daddy. I’ll spoil you, cherish you, and devour you.”
Heat flares in her eyes. “When I’m yours…” she starts, looking around before bringing her eyes back to mine as she hops off the desk and sinks down onto my lap, straddling my thighs. “That means you’re mine, right? Nobody else gets you.”Her jealousy goes straight to my cock. “How does this work, exactly?”
