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What had happened was I’d hired a crew to rearrange some of our furniture so that I could have her desk in my office.
“Just a little remodeling. I don’t like how far away you are from me all day so I’ve fixed it.”
Blush stained her cheeks as she looked around. “Won’t that cause people to talk?”
“Let them.” I shrugged. “If they’re smart, they’ll make sure I don’t get wind of it or they’ll be out on their assess.”
I made sure my voice was loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear. I could give a fuck if I was the topic of conversation; I was used to it. But if anyone made Audrey feel uncomfortable, they would feel the full force of my wrath and I wouldn’t even bat an eye.
“We don’t have to do this.” She leaned toward me and whispered.
“It’s what I want. It makes more sense anyways. I have nothing to hide from you and if I need something or you have a question, then all we’ll have to do is ask.” I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer to me before lowering my mouth to her ear. “This way I have full access to you and your sexy little body whenever I want, for whatever I want.”
I felt the shudder as it surged through her and the goosebumps that formed on her skin. She liked the idea of that too. Good.
“Why don’t you go in and tell them how you want everything situated? I have to run to a quick meeting before my deposition this morning. I don’t care how you want it to look or how you make it work just as long as it does.”
She clenched her jaw when I mentioned my meeting. She knew my schedule, she knew it was a Rent-a-Daddy client and she didn’t like it one bit. To her credit though, she kept her feelings on the matter to herself and changed the subject. “What about the work I’m supposed to get done today? I don't have access to my computer to work or anything.”
“Nothing is as important as this right now. The rest can wait until this afternoon or tomorrow. I’m hoping to be back after lunch.” I pulled her close again. “Be a good girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
These little secret moments between us were quickly becoming some of my favorites.
Audrey
I watched him saunter out of the office like he didn’t have a care in the world as I tried to calm my own nerves. Every time he touched me, my body went into overdrive and all I could think about was the things he did to me when we were alone. In the short time we’d been together I was becoming addicted to him and it scared the ever-loving hell out of me.
Archer was a dangerous man to get attached to. Hell, he was literally servicing six other women and I knew about them all. What did that say about me? Was I really that desperate? Maybe I was. Because he was really that good.
“Ma’am, can you tell me where this desk is going?” a man asked, poking his head through the door.
“Sure, sorry. Let me put my things away and I’ll be right in.” Maybe it would give me a second to get myself together before I had to be a functioning adult again. I hung my purse and computer bag in the small closet and smoothed down my skirt. Doing my best I pushed Archer out of my mind, which lasted the whole seven-and-a-half seconds it took for me to walk into his office. It was literally impossible to be in the same office he first spanked me in and not think about him. Plus, it smelled like he did. Deep, woodsy, clean, sexy. Fuck my life.
“Ma’am?” The moving men standing on either side of the desk looked at me expectantly.
“Right, umm, yes. Let’s try it over there.” I pointed to the corner closest to the door. The more I immersed myself in the rearranging of the office, the less I thought about the man I would be sharing said office with.
That was for the best.
Archer
Driving to Zoe’s, I mentally patted myself on the back for my brilliance. Bringing Audrey’s desk into my office was going to be a fuck of a lot of fun. My dick hardened thinking about all of the things I could do to her delectable body. An image of her under my desk servicing my cock while I worked flashed through my mind. Yes, that was definitely a thing that needed to happen.
I parked my car and took some deep, calming breaths, trying to force my cock to soften. I could not go into an appointment with a Rent-a-Daddy client with a raging hard on; it would send the complete wrong message. I rested my head against the seat rest and thought about my most difficult case. Focusing on work was always the best lust killer.
Once I was completely under control again, I got out of my car and went up to Zoe’s apartment. She lived in a tiny, yet well-kept apartment near the college and we often met there on her off period during the week. Sometimes if she was having a particularly hard time we would meet another time, but she was pretty even-keeled. Probably the most consistent and least needy client.
She answered the door with a kind smile on her face, offered me a drink, handed me her book and went straight to the corner. There was no whining, no begging, no weaseling, just straightforward and respectable behavior. It was an easy meeting and after giving her a hard cathartic spanking that had her sniffling and her eyes dripping with tears, I made sure she was tucked into bed with her phone, a glass of wine, bottle of water, and a sappy movie on the television. I made a point not to cuddle my clients. A hug and some praise along with making sure they were comfortable before I left and that was all I could offer. Anything else would send the wrong message. Physical reassurance could lead to emotional connections and that wasn’t what this was about for me. After making her promise to seek emotional support from a friend if she needed it, I headed to my final appointment for the day.
Going from my easiest client to my most trying was not something I was looking forward to. I wanted to get back to Audrey, but unfortunately that would have to wait just a while longer. Lola lived in a cluttered and often-messy apartment above her store, and that was where we were meeting for this session.
“Hi, Daddy.” She swung the shop door open before I’d even closed my car door. Red flags popped up in my mind. Lola was always eager for our meetings, but this seemed a little over-the-top, even for her.
“Sir,” I corrected, coldly.
“Daddy Sir.” She rolled her eyes.
