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"Do you mean that?" she asked, sounding a little worried as well as doubtful as she spoke. "You're not just saying that because of something Jenna told you?" Confused by her question, I frowned.

"Is that a no?" I asked, and she crossed her arms.

"What did Jenna say to you?" she finally asked. "Did she say anything to make you feel sorry for me or anything like that?" Finally, I was able to see the root of her concern, and I shook my head.

"No, it's nothing like that," I reassured her. "I just know that, after everything that happened, I would like to give things a try with you." She sighed as she shrugged her shoulders at me.

"Before I reply, I need to know something," she informed me, and I nodded encouragingly. "What is a Daddy?" I winced as I realized that someone had already outed my secret to her.

"A Daddy is a dominant male who, while in a relationship with a woman who is called the Little, expects their counterpart to have certain childish aspects to feed into a particular kink," I explained as best as I could. In other words, the Daddy and Little are a sexually active couple that role play as Dad and Daughter to spice things up between them. The relationship usually works better if the female already had childlike features, such as being shorter than most women or enjoying childish things like kids movies or toys." She didn't move or even respond as I spoke, which concerned me.

Was she already regretting this conversation? Was she about to run off and never look back? Did she think I was coming on to her? She shook her head as she looked at me.

"That sounds wonderful," she told me, catching me off-guard as she spoke. "Are you a Daddy?" I winced as I processed her words, wondering how I should proceed from here.

My inner Daddy wanted to do more than answer the question. It made me want to claim her right here in the office and make her scream my name while I finally took what I had been slowly lusting after.

Of course, it was entirely inappropriate workplace behavior, and it went against all the rules of being a Daddy. It meant that if I did act on my urges and upset her in the process, I could lose everything, including the woman I desired. After managing to regain control and settle back into my normal, professional behavior, I nodded in response.

"Yes," I finally admitted out loud, concreting my answer as I spoke. "I am a Daddy." Bracing myself, I watched her for her reaction, trying to assess whether or not I had officially lost her forever thanks to my admission.

She smiled at me, looking both relieved and a bit exhausted from what I expected was worry, and she looked as though she might start floating in mid-air. I never expected someone to be this happy to learn that someone like me was a Daddy, but seeing her reaction made me smile as well. She started towards me.

"Would you be my Daddy?" she asked suddenly.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her, studying her expression for any signs of hesitation or selfishness. "First of all, I don't like being played, nor do I like to be used. When I pick a Little, it's for love and passion, not to get back at people." She nodded understandingly.

"I figured as much," she informed me. "I just don't want to spend my life alone. I'm tired of being rejected because I don't seem to be someone's type. I want to know what it feels like to be loved and wanted and not just because I dress and act the way society wants me to." I observed her, wondering if this was a trap or something Jenna and Natalie had come up with to get me back.

"How far are you willing to go for me, Little One?" I asked, my inner Daddy starting to set in. "If this is what you want, I need to know how dedicated you are to this. If I told you to undress and let me have you right here and now, would you?" As if to answer my question, her hands started to unbutton the tiny buttons on her blouse.

"I would do anything you asked," she admitted to me. "That's what's expected, right?" I gulped as my arousal grew in my pants, and I closed the space between us, wrapping my arms around her before pulling her close.

"You better not tease me, Little One," I warned, my voice clipped by my exercise in restraint. "I'm not someone you want to play with. I can be very demanding." She smiled as she looked up at me.

"Then be demanding," she said encouragingly. "I've been walking on eggshells all my life, and it's gotten me nowhere. I want to know what it takes to be loved and appreciated for more than just my appearance." I bit my lower lip as my cock pressed against her belly.

"Just be yourself then," I told her. "Your personality is intoxicating, and I want to get to know you better. You don't have to tease me." She smiled as she cupped her hand around my cock.

"I see that," she agreed as her body trembled. "Does this mean that you'll take me as your Little then?" The lust grew deep within me, threatening to consume me as I stared down at her.

"If you'll let me," I finally managed, barely able to resist the way she was smiling at me. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer.

"Then take me, Daddy," she told me. "I'm all yours."

CHAPTER NINE

Annabelle

It was as if a switch had gone off inside him, but I didn't care. Jenna had been pushing this man towards me, and now that he had confirmed his interest in me, it was time to stop playing by the rules and start living on the edge. I was done being the plain, shy girl who had been mistreated and overlooked all her life. Instead, I wanted to be noticed.

Paul’s lips crashed into mine, and his warmth enveloped me as his wet lips held mine captive. It was intoxicating and highly addictive, and I craved more even though I was still at his mercy. I arched my body into him, pressing my curvy body into him so that he could feel them through the fabric of my clothing as a gentle moan escaped me.

He groaned as he pressed into me in response, his thick, heavy cock poking and prodding my belly as he started to push me back, guiding me to where he wanted me. The cold, hard surface of the wall startled me, and I gasped in surprise as I found myself pressed against it, but Paul didn't let up. Instead, he used his body to pin me against the wall, holding me prisoner and cutting off all escapes as he pressed into me. A soft moan escaped me as my body arched, trying to feel every inch of him.

This was heaven. I had never felt this feeling growing in my belly, and I was grateful for the change. No more was I the lonely woman who everyone overlooked. I was a woman at the mercy of a man who had been lusting after her since they met.

I felt his foot nudge mine apart, spreading my legs to let him in. Giving in to the way my body felt, I let him do as he pleased, entirely at his mercy. As soon as my legs were far enough apart, he situated himself between them, his hands on my soft, round bottom as he lifted me into the air.