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Now, alone in his bathtub, surrounded by his things, I don’t try to stop my hands from rubbing my slick nipples and pinching them the way I know he would. I rub my thighs together, trying to create some friction. My nipples are hard and achy, but it's my pussy that needs the attention. Opening my legs, I work my fingers through my slick folds, slowly moving them up and down. I gasp as everything begins to swirl around me.
I picture his big manly hands gripping my hips as he slams his cock in and out of me in a punishing rhythm because maybe I was a bad girl while he was at work. It is possible he told me to be a good girl and remember to never wear anything revealing around his male staff. Maybe I forgot they would be there and walked into the kitchen in a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top with no bra.
I imagine he has cameras all over the house so he can watch me in every room, so I knew he would see me advertising, showing what belongs to him. “Oh, God.” I cry out when my hands begin working my pussy faster and faster. He storms home, growling at everyone to leave before he stalks into our bedroom and demands I suck him off and gag on his cock. His thick trunk goes down my throat, choking me, suffocating me as his balls cover my nose. When I am just about to pass out, he snatches me from the floor, bends me over, and spanks me until I come from the pleasure of the pain.
“You wanted to be a bratty bitch today, huh, little one?” I whimper as his belt buckle hits the floor. I know what is coming, and nothing is going to feel as good as being fucked by him. “Is my little princess, horny? Is that greedy, pregnant, bratty pussy swollen and needy today, baby? Is that what you wanted to turn me into a fucking lunatic in the middle of a meeting, knowing I was watching your every move?”
“Y-yes.” I will answer him, crying because I need him so much.
“Nah ah, my flower. Yes, what?” My hand moves faster and faster as a scream builds in my throat. I am reaching for something, but I don’t know what it will take to get me there.
“Yes, Daddy.” Even though it is said in my mind, that one word sends me soaring into the clouds. Holy fuck!!! Daddy? Daddy! There is seriously something wrong with me. My daddy issues are worse than I thought.
Spent and exhausted, both mentally and physically, I get out, dry off and find one of his t-shirts to put on. As usual, when I am this exhausted and worried, I have a hard time falling asleep. I find the remote control on his nightstand and turn on the TV. Immediately I am excited when I see he has cable and amazon prime. But my mind is too tired to have to choose from so many options. Looking through the TV Guide, I see two options. One is Guy's Grocery Games reruns which, let’s be honest, are awesome no matter how much you have seen them. But, it would be too stimulating, and I would never get to sleep. So, the other option is Lolita. I have always loved this movie. I know that his feelings for her were wrong by society’s standards, but the obsession was so consuming even I was sucked into it. I couldn’t believe it the first time I watched it and realized she chose a poor existence, pregnant, dirty on a farm, over this man that would have done anything for her. I would give anything for that type of devotion.
Satisfied with my movie choice, I snuggle further into the bed and barely make it ten minutes in before it is lights out.
FOUR
CILLIAN
“Shit.” This is the fifth time I have stroked my cock until I jizzed all over my hands, thinking about my flower and her lush curves. I am like a fucking schoolboy again. Christ.
“Mr. O’Doyle line one.” Carefully, I stuff my cock back in my pants and answer it.
“Yes.”
“Mr. O’Doyle, I saw your message requesting my services.”
“Yes, Clyde. I need you to look up information on a Daffodil Barbieri. I forwarded you her information. This is a time-sensitive situation, Clyde. I want this in my hands right now.” When I tell him that he knows it means spare no expense, I will pay extra for anything illegal used to obtain it.
“Right away, Sir.” Placing my phone back down, I try to convince myself to get some work done. I have opened and closed the files on my desk a hundred times, but no work has been done. Who the hell am I kidding?
