“Daddy,” she whispers, the word still new on her tongue but gaining confidence.
“Good girl.” I reach for a strawberry from the tray, holding it to her lips. “Eat.”
She opens her mouth, accepting the fruit. A drop of juice clings to her lower lip, and I lean in, capturing it with my tongue before it can fall. She makes a small sound, surprise mixed with pleasure, and I feel the vibration against my mouth.
“I made you breakfast,” I explain, selecting a piece of melon next. “You need to eat after last night.”
She accepts each morsel I offer. Fruit, small bites of pastry, sips of coffee from my cup. The intimacy of feeding her, of watching her lips close around each offering, is unexpectedly erotic.
“We have a full day,” I tell her between offerings. “The Keystone Ventures contract needs finalizing. Davis will call at eleven about the quarterly projections. There’s the Thorne Industries presentation to review for Thursday’s meeting.”
She nods, all business despite sitting on my lap, despite accepting food from my hand.
“I’ve already drafted responses to the Keystone questions and pulled the relevant data for the Thorne presentation.”
Of course she has.
“We should discuss the investor call scheduled for tomorrow,” she continues, shifting slightly on my lap. The movement brings her ass into contact with my rapidly hardening cock, and her breath catches. “And the, um, the calendar invites for next week’s virtual meetings.”
I slide my hand beneath her skirt, fingers tracing the edge of her underwear while my other hand continues offering her fruit.
“Go on,” I encourage, my voice steady while my fingers push aside the fabric. “Tell me about the calendar invites.”
She tries to continue, her voice growing increasingly breathless. “There are three... three meetings scheduled for Monday morning. The first is with... with the development team at nine.”
“And the others?” I prompt, sliding one finger inside her. She’s wet, ready for me despite the soreness she must feel from last night.
“T-ten thirty with marketing,” she manages, her hips moving subtly against my hand. “And t-twelve with legal about the... the patent application.”
“Good,” I praise, adding a second finger, curling them to find that spot that made her scream last night. “You’re very thorough.”
Her breathing is ragged now, her attempts at professional conversation giving way to small gasps and bitten-off moans. I continue the dual assault, enjoying the way she struggles to compartmentalize.
“The development meeting needs additional materials,” I continue conversationally, as if my fingers aren’t currently buried inside her, as if my thumb isn’t circling her clit with deliberate pressure. “Please prepare a brief on the new security protocols.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her hands gripping the arms of the chair. “Yes, Daddy.”
I increase the pace of my fingers, feeling her internal muscles beginning to flutter around them. She’s close, her professional facade crumbling completely.
“Come for me,” I command against her ear. “Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”
She shatters beautifully, her body tensing and then releasing in waves that I feel around my fingers. Her head falls back against my shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted on a silent cry.I work her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she’s trembling and oversensitive.
Just as her breathing begins to normalize, my phone rings.
I kiss the side of her neck, the salt of her skin tasting like victory. I lift her off my lap, setting her on her feet. She sways for a second, her legs clearly unsteady, her face a mask of dazed, beautiful pleasure.
“I have to take this, baby girl,” I say, my voice returning to its sharp, professional edge. “Go back to your room and finish the London logs. I’ll be there in three hours to check your progress.”
She looks at me, her eyes glazed, and nods. She turns and walks toward the door, her gait slightly wide.
I watch her go. I watch the way she has to catch herself on the doorframe.
The satisfaction in my chest is absolute.
I pick up the phone.
“What is it, Davis?” I ask, my eyes still fixed on the empty doorway where my future wife just disappeared. “And make it quick. I have a very busy afternoon ahead of me.”
