by Nikki Wild
And this was the guy I was barging in on?
Down a dark but dominant corridor, I found a set of heavy oak doors that could only belong to the king of the castle. Without stopping to knock, I forced them wide open.
Whereas contemporary art and modern sophistication reigned supreme across the floor, Damian Clarke’s private office was a stark contract. The room was painted a dark forest green. All the antique furniture was built from dark cherrywood, pairing nicely against the robust color. Regal, massive bookcases lined the leftmost wall, stacked with hundreds of books. To the right was a small seating area of opposing high-back leather chairs, followed by a stone fireplace with a hard mantle and small, tasteful decorations.
But the crowning focus was the back of the office. A powerful, intimidating executive desk was staged before the back glass wall, offering a compelling view over the city. Rising up from behind that desk, his palms sliding apart along the beautiful finish…
“Damian Clarke!”
Before either of us could properly react, his receptionist finally caught up to me. “Mr. Clarke, I am so sorry. She just barged right in and I–”
He held up a palm and sat back down.
After a moment of hesitation, her voice changed to a smooth, even tone. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry.”
The receptionist snapped her mouth shut in an instant, quietly retreating from us and shutting the doors behind me.
Silenced and sent away without a word? Is that the way Damian treats his employees?
The fierce, handsome businessman turned his attention back to the documents on his desk without acknowledging me any further.
I paused in front of the door, but I quickly found that deep place of inner frustration and I marched right up to his desk to demand some answers.
“Why did you bring me out last night?”
Damian’s nonchalant silence was deafening.
“You knew who I was,” I continued, thinking back to my profile photo. “Was this some kind of a game? Blackmail? Do you seriously think I’m going to let you use me against my own father? This is all just to get back at him, isn’t it? Just using me like some toy or pawn?”
He quietly slipped a page to the back, continuing to read the documents in front.
The nerve of this asshole!
“This isn’t going to change a damn thing, you bastard,” I furiously snapped at him. “Whatever you’re planning, you are NOT going to hold this over me.”
Damian dropped his handful of pages to the desk and rose in front of me again. Automatically, I took a brief step backwards as his powerful, looming chest utterly dominated my view.
His expression was livid, and I feared him.
“What makes you think you’re so special that you can burst into my private office, unannounced, and interrupt my work? Do you have any idea how quickly I blacklist anyone with the balls to try something like this?”
I tried to spit out a quick retort, but my rebuttal caught in my throat.
“You know, you should be thanking me. Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have gotten yourself into on that Sugar Daddy website? I don’t even want to think what might have happened if you ended up meeting up with the wrong person.”
“I’m a grown woman. I was just looking to make a few innocent dollars. I wasn’t having sex with anybody. You can’t hold this over me. I’ll call my father right now and tell him everything.”
His anger softened, but not completely. “Am I your first sugar daddy, sweetheart? I thought you might have figured it out by now. It’s not about sex to the people who use these kinds of websites… it’s all about control.”
My face paled at the thought. Control?
“You’re right,” he agreed, nonchalantly brushing those formerly important pages back into its manila folder, and slipping it into a drawer beneath the desk. “We didn’t have sex…”
He flattened his palms against the desktop.
“But now I see that was a mistake.”
I was rooted to the spot.
For the first time in ages, I felt small in front of him, and memories came slipping back – memories I had resisted when we strolled to my car the night before.
The last time I’d seen this man had defined my teenage years. Damian had swung by to wish me well. He couldn’t stay long, he’d told me, but he’d brought me a present.
It was an advanced microscope set, something that must have cost a small fortune, or at least that’s how I felt about it at the time. Tucked away with the box was a note:
Hey Princess,
When you get tired of burying yourself in books, here’s another way to see. Open your eyes, and you’ll discover whole worlds that were hidden from you… big and small.
That microscope had been my gateway into chasing advanced biochemistry. I’d spent years studying anything I could get my hands on, from blades of grass to even my own fluids when I was at my sickest.
It was my most prized possession. I still had the same kit sitting back at Dad’s house in my old bedroom.
I snapped myself out of my thoughts. Now wasn’t time to travel down memory lane. Damian had slipped out from behind the desk and he was walking up beside me now, his very presence rippling with an indomitable willpower.
The breath caught in my very lungs.
My tongue slipped across my lips.
I felt my body betraying me in front of this looming, powerful man from my past.
This man who was very off-limits.
A triumphant smirk crossed Damian’s lips as he gazed into my eyes, seeing how my restraint was breaking down in front of him.
Within seconds, he’d spun me around, holding me tight to his perfectly tailored suit and hardened, muscular body. When my only protest was a tiny, weak gasp, I felt his firm hands explore the curves beneath my dress.
I shivered with something needfully primal.
“This is what you came here for, isn’t it?”
My mind was reeling. Was it?
It certainly was now…
“I don’t know,” I murmured into his chest.
“You came here to get fucked, didn’t you, Princess?”
“I… oh… uh…”
The arrogance huskily drifted from his lips as I pressed my chest against him.
“You want your new sugar daddy to show you what a real man can do…”
I gulped.
I should say no.
I should bolt from this.
Run far, far away…
“Say it,” he commanded darkly. “Say the words. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I won’t lift a finger until you do.”
My head was spinning again.
What the hell am I doing?
“Please, Mr. Clarke…”
In the blink of an eye, my chest was down hard on the desk. I pressed my palms into the wood, holding myself back for support. Damien hiked my skirt, and a hard, powerful bare hand slammed down against the skin he’d just exposed.
SPANK!
“Do you think you can call me Mr. Clarke?” He almost chuckled. “Is that what you think a sugar baby calls her Daddy?” He whistled, admiring the view as a flare of red blush blossomed across my ass. “You have so much to learn…”
“Please… Mr. Clarke…” I repeated, but my voice was barely more than a whisper.
SPANK!
Another stinging slap against my ass, and this time my knees almost buckled. He had such power over me, and I felt my mind swimming in emotions I could barely grasp.
“Please… oh God, please…”
His body stiffened. “Say the word.”
“Please, Daddy,” I gasped, throwing my gaze over my shoulder. When I saw his expression, I heard myself whispering the words that would sign my fate away on the dotted line:
“Daddy, please fuck me…”
Chloe
If I’d had any will power left I’d wonder how I wound up bent over on Damian Clarke’s desk with his firm handprints reddening my exp
osed bottom.
But I was running short on any kind of self-reflection.
“You’re going to have to convince me,” I heard the powerful man growl into my ear. His hands had pulled away, and now he was holding me to the desk with sheer force of presence.
“Convince me that I should fuck you.”
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered in a half-squeak.
“Don’t move.”
I did as I was told. Damian pulled back from me, adjusting himself in his slacks before walking back across the office.
I expected to hear him lock the door and return. Instead, he stepped outside, disappearing from the room with the harsh thunk of the door closing behind him. I felt a slight cramp in my thigh and straightened my posture ever so slightly, waiting for him to return…
A few minutes later, the door opened again.
Through the silence rang the sound of the locking latch, and the unmistakable sound of a man’s footsteps approached, stopping just behind me. I was overwhelmed with a presence in the crushing, deafening stillness, and I fought the urge to peer over my shoulder.
Don’t move, he had told me.
So I listened.
The footsteps started again. He was walking over to the bookcases, and I heard the unlocking of a drawer. There was the rustle of wood, the sound of mystery objects sliding around in a drawer, and then the slamming shut of a panel.
Something small and cold was placed against my exposed ass, sliding towards my inner thigh. It slapped lightly against my skin, urging my legs further apart, and I complied.
It traced my curves, up and down my thighs with a natural ease, then slid across my soaked panties. I heard the sound of sucking air as it pulled back, and then Damian Clarke stepped into view in front of me, leaving his blazer folded over the back of his executive chair.
He was holding a leather riding crop.
Oh, I gasped. Oh, no, I don’t know if I–
“Shhh-hh-hh,” he whispered as he set the crop down on the table beside my palm. My eyes trailed along the black tool, obviously hand-crafted with care. “No need to panic over this little thing. It’s just here to help teach you a lesson…”
I nodded in fear.
Well… not quite fear.
More like exhilaration.
“You’ve stepped into my private office without warning, Princess. Dressed like that. Making threats you can’t possibly back up. Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in?”
I trembled against his desk, aware of how the skirt hiked over my ass and how exposed my panties were to his voracious scrutiny.
Damian proved this by grabbing them, two knuckles curling around the thinnest part as he tugged upward, pulling the wet fabric against my pussy. There wasn’t a detail of my folds that he couldn’t study now…
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“Th-thank you…”
I was still facing forward as he lowered his lips to my ear. “Thank you, what?”
“Th-th-thank you, Daddy…”
“That’s right, princess.”
I could practically hear his smile as he pressed a small kiss against my ear, sending another electric jolt down my spine.
Damian pulled back again, the spark against my lobe still lingering. Before I realized what he was doing, he ripped the panties down to my kneecaps, exposing me completely to his dangerous eyes.
“So beautiful,” he repeated, and I heard the unbuckling of his belt.
I was splayed out over his desk, my wetness on display and ready for him… and I had never been this turned on in my entire life.
“You’re such a naughty little girl,” he growled as I heard the zipper of his slacks. “I don’t need any more convincing, seeing how fucking ready you are for me…”
I knew it too. I could feel how alert my body was for him, my wetness between my thighs.
“Do it, Daddy,” I murmured.
“Do what, Princess?”
I slipped my face over my shoulder, defying his one rule, just to look him in the eyes and say: “Fuck my wet pussy.”
If “handsomely ravenous” was an expression, that’s the one that painted itself over his face right then and there. He dropped his slacks to his ankles, and he grabbed me by a fistful of my hair and pushed me back forward.
I was facing the city, seeing the faintest reflection of the two of us in the glass as he rubbed his cock between my desperate lips. It wasn’t long before I realized that he was taunting me, teasing me with what felt like a goddamn iron rod.
Jesus, I gasped.
Damian Clarke slowly penetrated me, his heavy cock burying itself into my slickened folds.
“Ughh!” I gasped, my knuckles white as I curled my palms into fists.
“Goddammit, Princess,” he grunted with growing satisfaction. “You’re fucking tight as hell…”
It was true – even with the few inches he’d gotten inside on the first thrust, I could feel how deliciously he stretched me in every nerve ending.
“Oh God…” I heard myself moan as he thrust deeper inside me.
I could feel him stiffen at the sound of that, the primal energy in his presence darkening a shade. He liked that. He liked that a lot.
“That’s right,” Damian grunted, his palm sliding into view. His tightened bicep pressed against my skin as he supported himself over me. The other hand slid into place along my upper back, moving towards my shoulder and securing a strong, intoxicating grip.
His hips bucked, and I lost myself in him.
Damian took charge. Every slam of his hips against mine reminded me of the reddened sting in my cheeks, sending a new spark of painful pleasure up the backbone of my mind. With wild abandon, he dominated my young, wet pussy, the sounds of our hardened lovemaking and my trembling moans filling the room.
Thank God for those heavy wooden doors.
His hand slid from my shoulder to the nape of my neck; it commanded a fistful of my hair. As he pulled backward, I was forced to arch my spine.
I was trapped between him and his desk.
And nothing had ever felt better in my life.
The furious pounding of our bodies together started to budge the desk, ever so slightly. I felt it move a fraction of an inch with his mightiest thrusts and his deepest grunts.
I desperately wanted to keep up the dirty talk but I could barely think, let alone muster up spoken syllables. I felt him claw at my blouse, and I started undoing fastens before he ripped the thing off me, buttons spraying everywhere. After that was tossed to the wayside, he snapped off my bra, keeping up a rigorous pace all the while.
“My blouse!” I cried out.
“Buy a new one,” Damian growled into my ear. “Fuck it, buy fifty. It makes no difference.”
I’d have been indignant if it wasn’t for his cock driving itself so deep I wanted to scream.
Me, of all people…
My body was barely able to accept his entire length, but he managed to hilt himself against my hips. A shuddering gasp erupted from my lips, one that shook my body to its core.
“That’s right, Princess,” he murmured with a low growl, holding himself still against me. “I can feel how much you fucking love this. How badly you want me. You did come here to get fucked…”
I was starting to think he was right.
With one hand steadying my hips as his thrusts became achingly harder and deeper, Damian’s fingernails raked down my back. He chuckled as I let loose a surprised, aroused gasp, finding that I loved the simple pain and the intensity. Privately, I hoped those marks would never leave my skin.
His hand was back on my shoulder again, his other palm spread on the table. I kept myself steady, bent over the polished surface as I watched my stuttered breath condense along the gleaming, flawless polish.
That’s when I felt it.
He was about to make me come.
“Daddy…”
He groaned in response.
“You’re gonna make me come…”
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br /> I expected Damian to hold me down and jackhammer me, but he surprised me again. Instead, he pulled me back and spun me around, cupping his hands beneath my ass. He effortlessly slid my ass onto the edge of his executive desk, his firm hands grasping beneath my knees and holding my legs apart.
His explanation came in a low growl. “The first time you come, I want to see it in your eyes.”
“I’ve come before,” I heard myself murmur before I could stop myself. Terror gripped at me, and I realized I’d destroyed the mood…
But he merely grinned, pulling himself back inside me and quickly making up for the lost few seconds.
“Not like this, you haven’t.”
My fear evaporated as he dominated my body, his strikingly rugged, dark face less than a foot from mine. My arm slipped around the back of his neck as I grasped his tie, tugging him deeper inside me, and we were suddenly locked together into a deep and passionate kiss.
His thumb ran circles against my clit as he bucked his hips into mine. The intense pressure of the coming orgasm rocked my body, building up to a crescendo that I knew was going to utterly destroy every ounce of restraint that I had left…
The electric pleasure whiplashed down my spine as my entire body quivered against him. A trailing chorus of expletives soared past my lips, pouring into his hot mouth as my legs quaking in his hardened hands.
Damian Clarke had made me come on the cock I had craved since I’d first learned to touch myself.
He’d fucked me on the desk in his office.
My first, longest fantasy crush…
As we parted lips, I felt another wave of pleasure, then another, and couldn’t stop shaking at the exhilaration of it all. His expression was tense, his eyes wild with ecstasy as he continued pounding my pussy. I knew that he was getting close too, even through the haze that filled my head.
“Princess…” he snarled quietly.
He couldn’t force another word out. His hands slipped out from under my legs as he steadied himself against the table, and I wrapped my ankles and wrists around his him, my body robotically letting this incredible man burrow as far into me as he could go.
His balls clenched against my skin, and I felt him release rope after rope of hot cum inside me.