Page 6 of Daddy’s Accidental Little Worker

"You can learn a lot about a person based on how they spend a regular day," I informed him. "I think we best get to know each other before we get too deep into anything." He chuckled and nodded his head.

"Alright," he agreed. "It's a deal. We'll get to know each other, then I'll decide if I like the idea of being partners." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Be warned, I'm very picky about those I choose to partner with. It's best to make sure that you know exactly what you're doing before playing with fire." A chill ran down my spine as I smiled at him.

"Very well," I said, thankful for the pantiliner I was wearing. "My place or yours?"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Lance

The game I was playing with Bianca was far more exciting than I ever imagined, and I was growing more curious by the second to see how she would do. In all honesty, she seemed like a Little, even if she was a bit unorthodox. With the proper discipline and the right amount of persuasion, I knew that she had the potential to be the perfect Little, and I had one day to see if she was truly up for the task. Despite how crazy it seemed, I didn't care. All I wanted was her…

The ride back to the diner to pick up her car was silent, which I didn't mind, especially after Bianca refused to wear her jacket again. Her luscious breasts popped through her blouse, teasing the world with their ripeness, and I swore that, if I could have, I would have claimed her right there in the office. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I was up for the challenge. By the end of the day, she would be at my mercy, not the other way around. After retrieving her car, I followed her across town and found that she lived in one of the best apartment complexes in the city. Realizing that she was showing off, I smiled as I imagined the look on her face when she would see my house.

"I like the apartment," I said when we entered the apartment, and I finally got my first look into her daily life. She blushed a little as she made her way to the bedroom to put away her purse.

"Thank you," she said with a smile as she came back. "I'm a bit overdressed for my typical Saturday…" I looked her up and down skeptically.

"Go change clothes then," I told her. "I want to see every aspect of a normal day in your life." Immediately, she disappeared into the bedroom, and I made myself right at home in her living room.

Within minutes, she came out of the bedroom, and I barely recognized the woman before me. In place of the professional woman who was both sexy and confident, I saw a grown woman with well defined curves that showed through the most adorable pair of pajamas I had ever seen. The were fuzzy cartoon pajama bottoms and a matching tank top, and her hair was braided down the sides. Seeing the shocked expression on my face, she lowered her gaze.

"It's not what you were expecting, was it?" she asked, sounding both insecure and disappointed. Immediately, I came to regret everything I thought to be true about her and shook my head.

"No," I admitted, a smile forming on my face before I could stop it. "It's better…" a look of hope lit up her face as she stared up at me, and my coxk throbbed more than I thought possible.

"You mean it?" she asked, her tone matching the expression on her face. "You don't mind dating a Little?" Gone was the professional woman, and the perfect Little stood in her place.

"Of course not," I told her, glad that she wasn't the woman I thought she was. "I'm just amazed at how well you hid it from everyone. Too many Littles are so obvious that it makes it hard to go in public unless it's with other Daddies and Littles." She blushed as she nodded.

"So, would you mind joining me for a movie day?" she asked sweetly, and I shook my head.

"Not just yet, Little One," I told her as I started towards her. "There's one thing I need you to do first for me." She frowned at me in confusion.

"What is it, Daddy?" she asked, and I smirked as I stood beside her, pressing my body against hers.

"You have to fix a problem you caused," I told her while I wrapped my arms around her. She froze when she felt the stiffness of my cock brush against her belly, and the teasing smile returned to her face.

"Of course, Daddy," she said coyly, and the little vixen in her returned briefly, exciting me. "Are you going to punish me for being a bad girl?" I shook my head as I ached for her.

"No," I told her. "I'm going to make sure there's no chance of you ever escaping me." Before she had a chance to respond, I lifted her into the air and carried her to the bedroom.

As soon as I crossed the doorway, I closed the door and locked it before putting her down on the ground. She looked shocked by my actions, but I wasn't done. She had been reading me ever since the night before, and I was done restraining myself. I pressed my lips to hers in a passionate, hungry kiss, and she caved in, molding her lips to mine while my tongue probed her mouth, tasting maple syrup and coffee. As we kissed, I pushed against her, guiding her towards the bed in my desperate attempt to get as close as possible to her.

When she fell back onto the bed, I didn't stop. Instead, I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the ground, exposing myself to her. She gulped as she stared at me, and I didn't give her a chance to respond. Lacing my fingers through her hair, I guided her head towards me, and, seeming to know exactly what I wanted, she cupped my shaft in her hands and put me in her mouth, her warm, wet tongue grazing the soft skin of my cock.

It took every ounce of self control I had not to cum in her mouth right away as she moved her head back and forth, moving me in and out of her mouth. I groaned loudly as her tongue grazed the vein of my cock before teasing the head. She seemed well practiced, which, under normal circumstances would have bothered me, but, at this exact moment, I didn't care. I like the way she felt on my cock.

"I'm going in," I decided aloud as I pulled her mouth off my cock. She paused as she looked at me.

"Already?" she asked, sounding a bit hurt. "Was I not doing a good job?" I frowned at her question.

"You're doing a great job," I reassured her. "I just want you already." She nodded as I finished undressing and followed my example. As soon as she was undressed, she made her way over to the nightstand by her bed.

"I have condoms in here," she told me. I was about to protest, but I saw the contents of the drawer and grew curious.

Inside was an assortment of dildos, strap-ons, lube, and other various sex toys right up to the pink, fluffy handcuffs. Seeing the collection excited me, and I began to wonder what she would say if I used any of it on her. After digging around, she finally pulled out a box of condoms.

"Here they are," she said as she moved to close the drawer. I shook my head as I stopped her.