The Daddy Dilemma

by Tia Siren

  I took in a deep breath, my knees shaking as every inch of him worked its way inside of me. Only when I had all of him in me, all the way to the base, did I start to work him. Back and forth, I ground over him. My ass bounced up and down, and I bent forward, shoving my breasts in his face. Up and down. Back and forth. He slapped my ass and sucked my tits.

  Up and down.

  Back and forth.

  He wrapped his hands around my backside, guiding me. He threw his head back, moaning each time I moved. I squeezed my lips together, sucking him into me. As I did, I felt it coming. In both of us. As the fire began to spread throughout my body, his legs shook. His entire body shivered, as if he were cold, although there was no way that was the case. His breathing quickened, and his hard cock pulsated inside of me.

  My own body began to shake, too, and that sensation worked its way through my own body. Grant groaned and thrust harder. He moved to his own rhythm, all the while, grinding me as hard as he could.

  And then, in perfect harmony, the two of us came at the same time. I threw my head back and screamed. He did the same. I basked in the feeling of him exploding inside of me, as his warm seed filled me up. I delighted in how in sync the two of us were throughout the entire experience. I was sure he heard my apology, loud and clear.

  It was only after I was done, and after I had managed to clean myself, that I lay down beside him, snuggling myself into his arms. And for that moment, everything seemed perfect. The two of us were in love. I was sure of it. We had overcome our differences and moved past our history. Nothing was going to come between us. Or so I thought.

  “So, you can tell me now,” Grant began in a casual manner. “It was just you and Brody tonight, wasn’t it?”

  “What?” I asked, sure I hadn’t heard him correctly. I hadn’t been paying full attention, so when he spoke, I only half heard. And from what I heard, I hoped was mistaken.

  “Your drinks tonight? Was it just you and Brody? There was no one else. It’s okay. You can tell me.”

  I sat up straight and turned to face him. He didn’t look mad, which was a relief, but I could sense his rage was on the precipice. If I said one wrong thing, I was sure to send him hurtling over the edge.

  “Like I said. It was drinks with co-workers.”

  “Okay,” he said, seeming to agree. He nodded his head to himself as he sat up, too. “So, I guess I didn’t see Selena tonight at Hot Damn? I suppose I imagined that?” His voice had risen, but only slightly.

  “What? Yes, she was with us, but she left early.” It was the truth. There was no need to lie. Or so I thought.

  “Liar!” he suddenly exploded. “I know it was just you and Brody. I know the reason that you were late was because you were with him, loving the way he looks at you. Talks to you. Loving how much he wants to fuck you.”

  “What. No! That’s not—”

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  “I’m not lying,” I screamed back, climbing from the bed. I held the bed sheet over my body as I stood over him. “Even after Selena left, there were others there. I was never alone with him. Not for one second.”

  His nostrils flared as he looked me up and down. But as he did, I was relieved to see that he was calming down. And for a moment there, I thought that maybe he was going to believe me. But, despite the fact that his anger had faded, his conviction had not.

  “I don’t believe you. I don’t. And I don’t know if I can ever believe you.”

  And there it was. That wound that I thought I had managed to close up was still there. Despite all I had done and all I had said, he still harbored resentment for what I had done so many years ago. No matter what, he was never going to trust me.

  “So, what now?”

  Chapter 17

  Three weeks later

  Grant

  It had been three weeks since I had seen or spoken a single word to Kendra. Three long weeks. Every time I thought about calling her or even going to the store, I stopped myself. Every time I thought about how much I wanted her, I had to remind myself of what that meant.

  What it meant was pain and misery.

  That night, when she laid me on my back and subjected me to one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, was nothing short of magical. It should have been the beginning of something beautiful and romantic. It should have been the first in what was sure to be many amazing experiences. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought of her heaving breasts in my mouth or her wet pussy wrapped around my cock. And every time I did, I had to ask myself if I had made the right decision.

  But I was sure that I had. I just couldn’t trust her. It was as simple as that. I knew that she was lying about Brody. I just knew it. And the worst part was that she wouldn’t admit it. Why didn’t she just say that the two of them had drinks? Instead, she chose to lie, and I was forced to ask myself why she lied. There must have been something going on.

  It was too painful to think about. It was high school all over again. She used me, got what she wanted, and then left me for another man. Well, I wasn’t going to let that happen again.

  But after three weeks, the time had come for me to see her again. I couldn’t avoid her forever. I had made a habit of only going to or calling the store on days I knew that she wasn’t working. And that was fine. But this time I needed to see her specifically. This time I had a job that only she could do.

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  The store was busy when I entered it. In fact, it had been non-stop since it opened. Every week it seemed to get busier. On top of that, customer reviews were stellar, and Jack had even begun making plans for his own club as a tie-in to Luscious. Not that I needed the money, but the income from this store alone was enough to keep me in the green.

  The first thing I saw when I entered was Brody. God damn, that kid made my blood boil. Even if it wasn’t for Kendra, there was just something about him that made me mad. Nobody else seemed to notice it, and that bothered me, too. As I watched him, he laughed and joked with a customer. His personal reviews and numbers were excellent. I harbored a deep-seated desire to fire him, but I couldn’t until he made a mistake. It was just a matter of time.

  “What are you doing here?” It was Kendra. I hadn’t even seen her coming.

  She looked good. Like, more than good. Sure, she wore the same outfit that she always did, but it had been so long since I had seen it that I was caught off guard. Which I didn’t like.

  “It’s my store. I didn’t know I needed permission to be here.” I lashed out in an attempt to regain my footing. It clearly worked. She put her hands on her hips and let out a deep sigh.

  “Look, if you’re just here to annoy me or abuse me, can you be quick about it? The place is slammed, and I really can’t be held up talking to the likes of you.”

  Her defensive stance and prickly demeanor indicated that something was wrong. She looked frazzled and worn out, and her skin tone looked a little washed out. Maybe not talking to each other had bothered her as much as it bothered me. For some sick reason, that made me happy. Not that she was in pain, but that I wasn’t the only one suffering.

  “Watch it,” I warned. As much as I enjoyed it when she tried to act tough, there was a time and a place.

  “Or what? I’ve got a store to run, so if you don’t mind.” In a huff, she turned around and stormed off the floor and into the store room. I hadn’t noticed at first, but a few of the customers nearest us had been watching. Clearly, we were a little louder than I had realized.

  I followed her, biting my tongue and trying to keep my cool. I ignored the way the customers, and even Brody and Selena, stared.

  Kendra was in the very back of the storeroom, pretending to pack boxes. Spotting her, I charged right up to her, grabbed the box she packed, and pulled it away. “If you want to be mad at me, fine. But keep it off the floor and out of my business. Understand?”

  “Me? You’re the one that came here looking for a fight.” She yelled back. “And if you want to fire me, go ahead. Just do
n’t think you can dangle this job over my head like some sort of carrot. I’d rather be on the street than your pet bunny.”

  “Don’t tempt me,” I warned. Normally, I never would consider firing her, but with the rage filling me, I might have done it out of spite.

  “Well,” she began, biting her tongue as she looked around the storeroom. Anywhere but at me really. I got the sense that she had gone a little too far with her threat and had no desire to be fired. “Well, if you didn’t come here to fire me, then what did you come here for?”

  I found her sudden backpedaling alluring. It was sick, and I knew it, but that was how I felt. What I hated the most about that night we had sex and she lied to me was how weak it made me feel. When it was all said and done, that was the main problem. I felt like I had zero power in the relationship, and she had all of it. Seeing her now, near begging me to not fire her, was a turn on.

  “I came here with a work proposition for you. But, seeing as you had your heart set on being fired, I guess I could offer it to Selena instead?” I turned to go, delighting in the way that she suddenly caught my arm to stop me.

  “No, wait! What is it you were going to ask? I am the manager after all. It should be me who hears it first.”

  I smiled, making sure that she took note of it. “It’s a business trip. This Friday, I have to go to a product launch. It’s out of town, and I need someone to come along with me to help sell the items. I figured that someone with your specific skill set would be perfect.” I let my eyes work their way up and down her body, ensuring that she knew exactly what I was talking about.

  “Out of town?”

  “You would be paid for it, of course. Consider it a business trip.”

  “And you’re asking me because—”

  “I’m asking you for the same reason I hired you for this job. You are the most qualified person I have on staff and are, without a doubt, the most suited to the job.” For once, I wasn’t lying or trying to get a reaction. As much as it pained me to admit it, she was great at what she did. I would have loved to have taken someone else, but this was business, and I needed the best.

  Kendra didn’t answer right away, and I could see her working things over in her mind. No doubt, she was deciding if she could trust herself being alone with me for the weekend. No doubt, she knew that she couldn’t. And no doubt, she didn’t care.

  “Okay, I’ll do it,” she finally agreed. “But it’s only business? Right?”

  “Right. Only business. I’ll email you the details.” And with that, I turned and left the building as quickly as I could.

  My exit was made to look like I didn’t care about her. As if I’d been there purely on business, and once I was done, I left. But the truth was, I got the fuck out of there because every moment alone with her was a struggle.

  Being alone with her in that storage room, surrounded by strap-ons, cock rings, and a host of other edible sex toys, only reminded me of the amazing time we had spent together. It made me want to take her, right then and there. Her juicy tits bounced up and down as she argued with me and we fought back and forth. They begged me to touch them.

  It would have been so easy, too. All I had to do was grab her, bend her over, and have my way. And she would have let me. There was no doubt that she would have. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t allow myself to do that. This trip that I had invited her on was purely professional. No funny business, no flirting, and no sex. I promised myself that much.

  But as I climbed into the car and shot one final look back at the store, I wondered if my promise would hold up. I wondered if I had the personal resolve to resist Kendra.

  Chapter 18

  Kendra

  As the private car wound its way through busy New York traffic, I stared vaguely out the window, wondering if I was making the right choice. I was on my way to the airport where Grant was flying me to Atlantic City with him for our business trip. Although on paper, it sounded like a perfectly sane, even career savvy move, I knew that there was more to it than that.

  I hadn’t seen or spoken to Grant since Monday. All our communication had been via emails–work emails. And before that, I hadn’t heard so much as a peep from him for three weeks. Three whole weeks of nothing. Ever since our night together. Ever since our fight.

  I still could not believe how that night had ended. Everything was going so well, too. He had told me how he felt about me. I had shown him how I felt about him. The sex was unbelievable. It just felt right. The passion, the fire, it was all there on display. Sex had never felt so effortless before. I was sure that from that point on, all would be well.

  But it was never meant to be. One little mistake, if you could even call it that, saw him lose his head. He was so jealous, so untrusting. And the worst thing was that I couldn’t blame him. It was my fault he didn’t trust me. That was actually half the reason I agreed to go on this trip in the first place.

  It may have sounded stupid, but I was sure that if I spent the weekend with him, showing him how good I could be, that he would see that I wasn’t the girl he clearly thought I was. He might come to trust and, therefore, love me again. It was a long shot, but it was the only one I had. Three weeks I had spent trying to convince myself that I was over him. Three whole weeks and the only conclusion I could come to was that I was crazier about him than ever.

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  When I arrived at the airport, I was again reminded that I was dealing with a very different boy from the one that I had dated back in high school. It was odd. Even though he had changed so much, he still latched onto the past with such reverence. Case in point was the private plane he had chartered for our flight.

  Even though I worked in his store and I was more than aware of the money that he had, I still couldn’t believe that he had a private jet. As the car pulled onto the runway and made its way toward the jet, I actually looked around to see if there was a commercial liner somewhere nearby.

  “Late again.” It was the first thing he said to me as I got out of the car. No ‘hello,’ no ‘how are you.’ Straight into criticism. I could already tell that it was going to be an interesting weekend.

  “Seeing as I’m on the clock, I figured I could take my time. I even invited the driver up to my apartment for... actually, never mind.” I shot back as I powered past him. I told myself I was going to use this weekend to turn him back to my side. But if he was going to be immature, then so was I.

  “Was that supposed to be funny?” he asked, chasing after me as I made my way toward the plane.

  “Are you laughing? Or am I?” I kept my voice cool.

  “Hey.” He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up. “Just remember, this is a work trip, and I am still your boss.”

  “So you keep reminding me.” I pulled my arm from his grip and made my way up the stairs and into the plane. The whole time, Grant remained where I had left him, staring up at me, a look of what I was sure was anger on his face. Or perhaps it was confusion? Either way, I had managed to rattle him.

  The inside of the plane was lavish and exquisite, to say the least. There were no rows of seats like a normal commercial liner. It was more akin to a living room really, except there were seats around the walls and by the windows. I plopped myself into one. It was like sinking into a cloud. Dear god, I’d been missing out by flying coach all these years.

  “I take it this is your first time in a private jet?” Grant asked, falling into the seat opposite mine so that he was facing me.

  “Barring all those other times I’ve rented one out? For day trips and such? Yes. This is my first time–where are we staying, by the way?” I quickly changed the subject before he had a chance to respond to my snide comment. I had a feeling he was trying to show off, and I wasn’t going to let him think it was working. Even though this was the most comfortable chair I’d ever sat in. It hugged me like an old friend.

  “Don’t worry about the details. Everything has been taken care of. Keep your mind on business and only business. Understood?” />
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  If the private jet was impressive, it was nothing compared to the hotel that Grant had booked for us. Perhaps five stars wasn’t a high enough rating system for the establishment. It was one of those places that movie stars and presidents stayed at when they were in town. It was one of those places where each room had its own butler who probably made more than I did.

  Unfortunately, any fantasies I may have harbored about the weekend were instantly dashed the moment I saw the room. Or rather, the rooms. For some reason, I had gotten it into my head that Grant and I would be sharing a room. Really, I had no reason to think that we would be. It was just that it never crossed my mind that we wouldn’t be.

  Grant must have noticed my disappointed reaction. As he walked past me down the hall toward his room, he whispered in my ear, “Disappointed?” Then he disappeared into his own room.

  My room was, of course, beautiful; so much so that describing it would barely even do it justice. It had the best of everything. The softest bed. The smoothest silk sheets. A fully-stocked private bar and spa bath. The best view of the city from the best balcony. I almost felt like a fraud being in there, as if the butler knew I didn’t belong. Indeed, when I tipped him, it was more than I made in an entire day. I just felt like if it were any less, he would straight up make me leave.