by Hamel, B. B.
“No,” I whisper.
“That’s all you think about. You can’t stop dreaming about me getting you off. You love imagining your boss spanking your ass raw then fucking your tight cunt until you scream. You’re a filthy girl, Paige. You’re my filthy girl. And I want to hear you call me Daddy.”
He punctuates that last word with another spank, not quite as hard as the others. His tongue laps me up again and I’m losing myself in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
I want to say it. God, I really want to say it.
It doesn’t matter if it means I’m giving in.
It feels good and that’s all that counts.
He can own me.
He can own every inch of me…
So long as he keeps making me feel like this.
His tongue licks me and I gasp.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
“Say it again,” he growls. “Louder.”
“Daddy,” I say.
“Again. Louder.”
“Daddy!” I gasp with pleasure as he licks and sucks me. He grabs my hips, turns me around, and lifts me up onto the desk. He rips off my thong, throws it on the floor, and spreads my legs wide.
His tongue is like heaven. I was already on the verge of coming but as soon as he has free rein of my clit, I’m completely doomed. He licks and sucks me expertly, pushing me and prodding me and making me pulse with him. I’m buzzing with pleasure.
And then he slips two fingers deep inside my pussy as his tongue rolls around my clit and I can’t take it anymore.
I grab his hair and gasp. “Daddy,” I moan as the orgasm rips through my body in universe-breaking waves of pleasure. I come hard and keep saying that word, over and over again, unable to help myself. He makes me feel good, gives me what I want, and I’m leaving a puddle of cum on his desk and on his lips.
He drinks me up, licks me clean, and when he’s done he steps back and admires his handiwork.
I lean back on his desk, on my elbows, breathing deep and sweating. My legs are still spread and there’s a little pool along my thighs. He smirks and licks his fingers clean before crossing his arms.
“Good girl,” he says. “Get yourself together and go home. I expect to see you bright and early tomorrow.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
The look in his eye tells me that was the exact right response.
He turns and leaves his office, grabbing his briefcase and his jacket and pausing just a moment to look back at me before disappearing out into the hall.
I stay there for a while, getting myself together, trying to make sense of what just happened.
Daddy….
Maybe he really does own me.
And maybe I really do like it.
6
Leon
That taste of her tight little delicious cunt lingered on my lips for days afterward.
If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s knowing someone’s limits. Paige needs time to digest what happened between us, to come to grips with how she felt about it… before I can take her further.
And so I keep things professional for a few days. Even if whenever I see her, all I can think about is ripping off her clothes and fucking her raw. Or making her crawl across the room until she takes my cock deep into her throat. Or bending her over the conference room table and spanking her ass until she’s literally dripping wet and pleading with me to fuck her.
But no, she’s not ready for that.
One added bonus is that she does go back to being a little more obedient. Maybe not quite what she was before, which was perfectly serviceable and professional, but she’s not outright lashing out at me when I’m hard on her.
I think she keeps expecting it again. She keeps wondering when I’m going to get another taste of that exquisite body. She wants it and every time she looks at me, she can’t help but think about how it felt to really give in to me.
I let her linger there for three days. Life goes on, business continues, we keep working together. My coffee arrives on time, she does good work… but it’s always there, hanging between us.
Until day three, I get a call from Maxime early in the morning. When we hang up, I summon Paige into my office.
“I need you tonight,” I say to her.
She blinks in surprise. She’s wearing a smart little blazer with a long-sleeve white shirt underneath and a pair of form-fitting slacks. “Tonight?” she asks, and I think she has something dirty in mind.
Good girl.
“Maxime invited me to a movie premiere,” I say, leaning back in my chair. She relaxes a little bit which only makes me smile. “It’s for this little documentary about prairie dogs or something. Wants me to bring you.”
“Okay,” she says. “So we’re going on a date.”
“Something like that.”
She smiles hesitantly. “Dress code?”
“Casual,” I say, “but nice.”
She sighs. “That’s not descriptive.”
“Wear a dress. Something I can easily take off.”
She lets out a surprised little yelp and blushes. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” I laugh at her reaction. “Not that I’ll be undressing you at a movie premiere.”
She sighs and glares at me. “Understood. Anything else, sir?”
“That’ll be all. Thank you, Paige. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
She nods once and leaves my office. I sit there with a smile on my face and can’t wait for the day to end.
* * *
My car parks outside of her apartment. I send her a text then wait for her to come down.
She appears a minute later, and yes, sure enough, she’s wearing a dress. It’s simple and black with a slightly deep V neckline and stops about an inch above her knees. It shows off just a taste of her beautiful breasts and just a touch of her perfect legs.
She looks fucking stunning.
I open the door for her and help her inside. She gets herself situated and we head off into the night.
“I was thinking,” she says as we weave into traffic. “Why would they invite me to this thing?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “I’m not following. You’re supposedly my girlfriend.”
“Right, right, but I’m your secret girlfriend. Remember?”
I purse my lips slightly. “True.”
“And they know that. I mean, we made it clear. So why would they invite me to a public event?”
“It’s a small movie.”
“Even still, press will be there and people know who you are.”
I frown then. “That’s a good point.”
“I think this is a test.”
I sigh and lean back in my seat. “I don’t want to think that.”
“I don’t either, but I can’t help myself.”
“You’re paranoid.”
“Shouldn’t I be? I mean, we are faking this.” She pauses a second, eyebrow raised. “Right?”
“Mmm,” I say softly and look out the window.
She has a point. It’s odd that they’d invite my secret girlfriend to a public function where reporters and people I might know would see it. Fucking hell, I can’t believe this didn’t occur to me sooner.
“So what’s the test then?” I ask her. “Are they seeing if you show up or if you don’t?”
“I’m not sure,” she admits.
“It could go either way. You don’t show up and it means you really are my secret girlfriend and we decided not to risk the secret for this. Or you do show up and it proves you really are my girlfriend.”
“Seems like a bad test,” she says.
I laugh at that. “Cerise and Maxime come off as vapid rich assholes on the surface, but they are definitely cunning. You don’t thrive in a royal family, no matter how far removed, unless you have some guile.”
“So they’re smart and they’re testing us,” she says with conviction.
“They probably are.”
“What do we do?”
I shake my head and stare out at traffic, my mind working in circles. “Let me think.”
We go quiet for a while. I can’t believe I didn’t see this but beating myself up over it won’t fix the problem. I’m just happy I have Paige here seeing past my own blind spots. Who knows how this would’ve gone if I were with some other woman.
Paige is clever herself… clever and beautiful. I picked a good one to pretend to be with.
The car pulls up outside of the venue. There are people lingering on the sidewalk in suits and dresses. We fit right in and I have to hand it to her for picking the proper attire when even I wasn’t completely sure.
“Well?” she asks me. “What’s your brilliant plan?”
“We go together,” I say.
She nods with a frown. “Okay. Right.”
“But you pretend to be my assistant.”
She blinks rapidly. “Huh? I mean, I am your assistant.”
“You’re going to pretend to be my girlfriend pretending to only be my assistant.”
“Oh, my god. Are you kidding me?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“You’re insane.”
I lean closer to her. “It’s the only way we get past this. It’s the middle ground of everything.”
“I don’t think it’ll work.”
“We’ll find out then.” I open the door and step out onto the sidewalk before helping her. When we’re up and the door is closed, I frown at her slightly before walking ahead and into the venue.
I feel her scurrying to follow. I don’t slow down or look back. I greet a couple people I recognize with a smile and a handshake before I hear my name called from across the room in a thick French accent.
I turn to greet Maxime as he sweeps over the crowd. He kisses my cheeks, which I know he’s only doing to annoy me, and shakes my hand. “Lovely to see you,” he says.
“Maxime, you remember my assistant, Paige?” I ask, gesturing to her. “I thought she’d like this as a little thank you for her good work lately.”
“Hello,” she says with a little smile.
“Hello, darling,” Maxime says. “Assistant, eh? Yes, of course. You are a lucky girl, are you not?” He winks at her.
“Leon is a very good boss. I’m just happy to be here.”
Maxime laughs and grins at me, a twinkle in his eye. “Very good,” he says, shaking my hand again. “Well, enjoy the show.”
He leaves off again and heads away. I stand and watch him go with a smile on my face… but I have no clue how that actually went.
I move to turn back to Paige but I catch Cerise standing against the far wall, holding a champagne glass in one hand and watching me carefully. I give her a tight smile before looking away.
“Well?” Paige asks at a whisper.
“Well, what?” I sigh and look away. “I’d better go mingle. Try to have fun. I’ll see you inside.”
She nods once, understanding. If she’s just here to enjoy herself and not as my date, we wouldn’t spend the whole evening together.
I leave her, get a drink, and try to enjoy myself, even if the whole thing is a damn farce.
Fortunately I know a few people. Someone asks about Paige and I give the same line about giving her a little extra present. Someone makes a joke about that and the conversation moves on, nobody the wiser.
The whole evening is a mess. I’m stressed but trying hard not to show it. I refuse to let myself track Paige down so I have no clue how she’s faring. I wish I could stay with her, introduce her to people, but I know I shouldn’t.
Once inside, we barely speak. And the movie itself sucks. It’s the most boring nature documentary I’ve ever seen in my life. There are more long tracking shots of these weird prairie rats scuttling over dead grass than I ever wanted to see in my entire life.
When it’s over, I think we’re getting off perfectly. But in the crowd of people filing out, Cerise appears just as we step onto the sidewalk.
“Leon,” she says to me, glancing at Paige. “Hello. I did not get to greet you.”
We kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for inviting us,” I say. “You remember my assistant, Paige?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “I thought she was something more, however?”
I frown at her and look around, wondering if anyone overheard. I guess I don’t have to pretend in this instance.
“I think you’re mistaken,” I say in a clipped tone.
“Please, nobody is listening, Leon,” Cerise presses. “Why pretend? Why keep secrets?”
I lean closer to her. “This isn’t appropriate.”
“No, no, but keeping your secret lover here, pretending she is but an assistant? Is that appropriate?”
I glare at her and for a second, I think she might be drunk.
But no, her eyes are clear and she’s smiling slightly.
She’s fucking with me.
“Please, Cerise,” I say, “you must have had too much to drink.”
“Ah, maybe,” she says. “Maybe. But you are still a, ah, hypocrite.”
“We can discuss this another time.”
For her part, Paige looks shocked and pale, which again, probably isn’t an act.
I turn to her and gesture for her to follow. Cerise grins wickedly as we hurry away. My car is waiting for us a block away, and as soon as we get inside, Paige lets out a huge breath.
“Holy shit,” she says.
I laugh softly. “Yeah.”
“Cerise was going to blow it all up.”
“She was testing us. I bet this whole thing was her idea.”
Paige bites her lip. “I thought… this was supposed to be simple. Why do they care?”
“They probably wouldn’t have at first. But if I’m lying to them…” I shake my head. “Fucking hell.”
Paige shifts closer to me and puts her hand on my knee. The sudden shift in the way she’s acting surprises me. I look down at her, feeling my heart beat.
“I won’t let you down,” she says softly, and in this moment I don’t think she’s ever been more fucking beautiful to me. She blinks up at me with those big doe eyes of hers and I can’t help myself.
I tilt her chin closer. “No, you won’t,” I whisper, and kiss her gently, so fucking gently.
I don’t let it linger too long. I don’t let it turn into passion, as much as I want it to.
She blinks rapidly as I pull away. She wants to say something but decides against it.
Instead, she shifts away and leans against the window, looking out into the night.
I leave her alone with her thoughts. I have my own and I can’t shake them.
It’s all about her. For as fake as we’re pretending this is, I’m starting to want her for real. I’m starting to want to turn this into something much, much more.
At first it was a game. A fun game, a sexy game, but just a game. Then I kissed her and everything changed.
Now I can’t stop seeing her. I can’t stop tasting her.
Fuck. It’s complicated enough. And now Cerise is onto us.
Maybe it would be better if we made it real. Maybe having an actual relationship will put Cerise off the scent…
Layers on layers.
It’s too confusing.
I just want something simple. A simple taste of Paige and nothing else.
When the driver drops her off, I walk her to her door. She looks up into my eyes. “Good night,” she says.
I want to follow her into that apartment and fuck her until she can’t walk.
“Good night.”
Instead, I turn and leave.
She’s not ready.
Or so I keep saying.
But maybe the truth is, I’m not ready.
7
Paige
Reality and fantasy are so mixed up that I don’t know what’s real anymore.
I keep thinking that whole night when he spanked me, made me call him Daddy, and got me off was just a dream. He acted like nothing happened the next day, and
the day after, and the day after, and I started to just think…
I made it all up. Just a fantasy.
At least until he kissed me in the car again and I knew it was real. Even if that kiss was brief, it told me everything.
It’s happening. Fantasy, reality… the lie that’s tying it all together. It’s getting blurry and confusing.
I don’t know what I really want.
Maybe I’m just getting seduced by his power.
He has this way about him, this presence. I can’t help myself when he’s around. All I want to do is touch him, feel his hands on my body, give myself over to him. I’ve never experienced that desire before.
I think I’m a strong woman. But maybe I can be both strong and submissive. Maybe I can do it all…
And call him Daddy.
That’s what he is, right? My Sugar Daddy? He’s a rich older man paying me to be with him. That’s it, right?
Except it’s so much more. It’s about more than just money now, it’s about power and pleasure. It’s about taking what he wants… and giving him everything.
God, it’s all a mess.
After the movie premiere, I dream about him. I dream about his hands on my body, his lips against my ear. I keep panting, over and over: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
I wake up sweating, a pool of excitement between my legs.
* * *
“We’re taking a little field trip.”
I sit straight-backed in the chair in front of Leon’s desk. He’s staring at his computer monitor, a neutral expression on his face, almost bored.
“Okay,” I say.
“You know the new building site in Brooklyn?”
“The apartments?” I ask. “Sure, I know.”
“I’m touring them today. I want you with me.”
I cock my head slightly. He’s never brought me on a tour of a building site before.
“Sure. I can do that.”
“Take notes while we’re there. I have some concerns that I want addressed.”
“When do we leave?”
He finally looks at me. Those gorgeous eyes drive me wild. I feel my pulse quicken.