“You want sex?” he asked, looking at me, his knees flinching together, almost pinching my hand between them. He stumbled over his words for a moment, shaking his head then nodding. “Is this why your turnover of assistants is high?”
I laughed. “Well, heavy settlements,” I told him. “And honestly, with all the money you need to get out of your hole, I could give you it. I could solve that problem for you.”
“For sex?”
My teeth came together hard. I’d already had a fair few glasses of scotch. It was my down time. “For being here,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And whatever happens here, well, that’s just what happens. It’s not what you’re being paid for.”
His breath was hitching and his hand softly laid across the back of mine. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ve never had someone come onto me before. Is this—is this that?”
Through laughter, I nodded. I couldn’t believe nobody had ever hit on Isaiah before, with his sweetness, mixed with the hint of heritage on his skin. “Anyway, I set something up for you,” I said. “I told you, I know the type of guy you are, and I strongly feel that you’ll like what I’ve prepared.” My words were calculated, confident.
I didn’t need to be touching him to know his heart was racing. His cheeks were flushed, his grip on his duffel tightening. “What do you mean?”
“You’re a little,” I said. “Right?”
Slowly, he nodded. I knew I was right. My observation skills had gotten me through many things, I just didn’t think they’d be getting me into this. “How could you know?”
“Firstly, your soft nature, then it was the briefs, those little teddies I kept seeing, your phone home screen, and I might’ve had someone sweep your apartment for bugs,” I said. “But you’ll find you agreed to that in the contract you signed.”
He gulped hard, a tear forming in the corner of his eye. “I knew things had been moved around.”
“That was just one of my guys,” I told him. “You can say no, you can leave, you can even quit, but you fascinate me. To the point I had to pick you up because I didn’t want anyone else getting to you... intimately.” I removed my hand from his knee and he pulled it back, squeezing it down on his thigh.
“You want me to call you Daddy?” he asked in a whisper.
“Please,” I whispered back.
“Okay, Daddy.” He looked away from me, his grip on the duffle at his side loosened. “So, what else do you get out of this?”
It was an honest question, and I didn’t want him to delve too deep into my brain. “I get you, for now,” I told him. “To trust you, and maybe not run through you like I did the—it doesn’t matter.” I didn’t want him to feel less special. I had, after all, picked him at random. What was the chance that after toasting to my dead father in disgrace, I’d find Isaiah’s file? A little in need of a Daddy. “To be honest, all those other people were far too... provocative, they were all on me. And you—you didn’t flirt.”
He shook his head. “That’s not really professional,” he said. “I think there are definitely laws or HR compliance rules against it.”
I laughed. “Well, youknowwhat I do. I’m the HR, and I say we blow off some steam.”
Locking eyes with me again, he nodded.
I didn’t just want to have sex with him—sure, that was my carnal desire, to almost scratch the surface of his skin enough so I could puppet him—but I’d read about his life, his issues, and seeing him trying his best to please me in the business, it was sweet. If there was anyone who actually cared, it was him.
***
Isaiah had brought a onesie, so he’d known inside the reason I wanted him over here. Even if he didn’t know, he knew enough to pack his comfort items. I’d prepared the spare room in my penthouse, there were onesies laid out on the bed and a selection of teddies wrapped in plastic. One of the business ventures we had for money laundering was transporting clean money through items like teddies—these ones. While their stuffing had recently been replaced with new fibers, they were still new teddies.
It wasn’t the only area of the penthouse prepared for play. I’d promised a tea party, and that was set up in the corner of the apartment right by the window. There was a giant teddy bear functioning as a seat for him, and in a circle, almost like a cult, small stools and a tea cup, saucer, and pot set were placed. I’d never gone to so much effort—but I’d tested him quite harshly, and this was his reward.
In a new onesie, hugging his old teddy to his chest, he stared at me like he was holding his breath.
“I hope this is how you like things,” I said.
“This would ruin your reputation,” he whispered.
I laughed. “That’s to say you’d tell someone.”
Shaking his head, he let out a whimper. “I’d never tell anyone. I just—”
“You can relax.” I approached him, and stood at his side, stroking the side of his cheek with a finger. His skin was soft, with stubble almost threatening to sprout. I kissed him. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” he said.
