Daddy's Princess

by Nikki Wild

  That joy was mine and mine alone.

  But the desk was just an icon. It was a symbol of my power. A way of demonstrating how far I’d come and how far I was willing to go. It did a remarkable job of conveying that.

  It wasn’t my favorite part of this office.

  Neither were the bookcases, or the intimate leatherback seating I used for client conversations. It wasn’t my secret drawer of sex tools, or even the color scheme and vastness of the chamber itself.

  It was a simple pane of glass.

  Much like the one at my home but smaller, the floor-to-ceiling sheet of glass was a wall of natural light or darkness; it was the only window in my offices that I had not had purposely obstructed with dry wall and sheetrock when this floor of the building had been renovated for my company’s use.

  The transparent wall was of deep importance to me. I had spent many hours contemplating at this simple pane of glass. I placed a high value on its rebalancing perspective of things – especially as I gazed down thirty floors of concrete and steel over downtown Philadelphia.

  There wasn’t a price I would put on this.

  The quick ascent of Clarke Financial Solutions owed itself entirely to how the chips fell when Patrick Lockwood and I dissolved our partnership… but beyond the first year, the trajectory of my firm was dictated by my own ability. I spent time luring the appropriate clients, choosing the right subordinates, and overseeing a complex machine. I put myself in this tower, looking out on the world.

  It wasn’t always like this.

  There had been lean times and sleepless nights.

  Never again. I thought to myself as I looked upon the outside world.

  I was ripped from my thoughts when my phone started to ring.

  Glancing at it in mild irritation, I scooped it up and pressed it to my ear.

  “Yes?”

  “Mr. Prudence is here, sir.”

  “Of course,” I replied without enthusiasm, casting a quick glance at my watch. Early, just as expected. I liked Arnold Prudence; he was a high-dollar client, he never caused me any trouble, and he was punctual.

  “Is the floor empty?” I asked her.

  “It’s just us now. The weekenders left earlier.”

  Tax season was in full swing, and I expected volunteers to come into the office on Saturdays. Those who did were rewarded handsomely for their loyalty and discipline.

  “Escort him in and take the rest of the night for yourself.”

  “Are you sure, sir?”

  “Go home to your husband, Gladys,” I told her with a slight smile. “That’s an order.”

  She deserved a break. Gladys Moss had served me well for over a decade. The stubborn woman wouldn’t let me hire a Saturday temp to babysit my calls. She didn’t know it yet, but after years of service, I’d already set aside a large fund to cover her teenage granddaughter’s future tuition as a special kind of thank you.

  “Yes sir,” she answered courteously.

  The tapping at my door would come soon enough, which gave me a moment longer with the glass. Of course, this wasn’t the meeting that kept my gaze on the outside world.

  That would come later, and it was the kind of meeting I would keep very strictly off the books…

  Knock knock.

  Brushing my fingers along the edges of my blazer sleeves, I tugged down lightly on either arm. I straightened my posture, then my tie, keeping my eyes on the window.

  “Come in.”

  Arthur Prudence’s concerns and reassurances took up an additional twenty minutes of my time. With a confident smile on my face, I led him back to the elevators while making a mental note to bill him twice my hourly rate. After all, he had imposed.

  But the workweek was finally over.

  And now…

  Now, it was time to play.

  Chloe Lockwood was tapping on my office door ten minutes later. My hip leant back against my desk as I called her in; at the very sight of her, I sucked in a small breath of air.

  “Good evening, Daddy,” she smiled sexily.

  “Welcome back, Princess.”

  The little pet name had started as a joke, but over time it had become a term of endearment. It only felt natural to use it with her again, even if I saw her from a less… moral perspective.

  With a slight saunter in her hips, Chloe walked towards me and put her palms on the desk again, obediently training her eyes forward.

  That’s right, little one, I smirked.

  From now on, we get straight to it…

  She threw her thin overcoat off, revealing just how obediently she’d followed my latest instructions.

  Buy lingerie.

  Buy a pair of heels.

  Wear nothing else.

  I took a few strides around her, glancing at the tight little lacy ensemble she had chosen. My cock twitched at how her black luxury underwear easily accentuated her perfect figure.

  She looked good.

  Good enough to eat.

  My palm pressed against her shoulder blade, sliding down over the strap of her bra and her tight skin. I quietly wondered if she’d ever owned lingerie before I had instructed her to buy some.

  “You look like a filthy little girl,” I grinned widely, tracing her curves with my hand down around the cup of her ass. “Do you feel like a filthy little girl, Princess?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she murmured.

  I wasn’t convinced.

  “You know what to do,” I growled into her ear as I briefly glanced at her posture, ensuring that she was balanced properly. I undid the buttons of my blazer, cricking my neck with a smile.

  My hand arced back behind my shoulder…

  SMACK!

  “One!” She gasped in surprise.

  “Do you want another?” I asked.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she nodded. “Please.”

  Obediently, her eyes were focused forward. For a moment, I followed her gaze out through the window, where the darkness over downtown Philadelphia turned the city into a glowing paradise of architecture.

  I wondered if she felt the same way about this view that I did; I hoped she found peace through that wall of glass, the same way I did.

  My hand pulled back again.

  SMACK!

  “Two! Another, Daddy…”

  She had kept it together walking into my office in those heels but, as I had suspected, it had become a struggle to remain still beneath my hard spanking.

  SMACK!

  “Three! Please Daddy. More.”

  She was improvising. But Chloe was doing it well, and I found I liked it enough to let her go on.

  SMACK!

  “Four,” she gasped, her legs a little more solid. “Another please, Daddy…”

  After ten solid spanks, steadily increasing in strength, I was pleased that she did not forget the right words at the end this time.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” she’d moaned.

  Her ass was a beautiful shade of bright red. Both of her cheeks must have stung something fierce; since she had passed the end, it occurred to me to dig out a new toy and have a little fun.

  No, I silently chastised myself.

  Remember: this week is about her.

  Instead, I mentally moved that thought to our next meeting together.

  With a quick snap of my fingers, I motioned for Chloe to cross around to the other side, and then hop up onto the desk. She visibly shuddered as the heated sting of her ass brushed the cold surface, but she followed my silent orders.

  I followed her, standing just between her legs and still fully clothed in my executive suit. My fingertips braced her knees, pushing them further apart as I took another step closer.

  Her large, innocent eyes were on mine; she was the most angelic creature I had ever seen.

  “You look beautiful,” I told her.

  Chloe seemed taken aback.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “I mean it,” I whispered closer, catching just a faint breath of perfume. She went all
out for me. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.”

  Did just I imagine that?

  For a split second, it had looked like her wide, innocent eyes had gone deviant. Chloe had looked at me with the sexiest gaze I could imagine, only for the faintest hint of a moment.

  I had to have her.

  Scratching lightly up her thighs, my fingertips turned to nails. I only meant to tease her a little. But as a digit slipped, and my nail dug into her supple flesh, I watched with amusement as she bit her bottom lip and stifled a moan.

  Just the enticing hint of that little moan made me almost completely lose my self-control.

  Finally, I pulled her into a heavy embrace; I held back my desperation as my lips crashed into hers, unwilling to stay off of her any longer. Her nearly naked body felt small and vulnerable against mine, and I relished the sensation.

  Her tongue tasted delicious. Mine slid along hers, delighting in the wetness of her intimacy.

  My head swam with passion for her.

  I knew I couldn’t last any longer.

  The lingerie had been a fantastic choice, but even my patience had its limits. This stunning, seductive little minx was poised at my fingertips, her lips locked to mine. I was going to ruin yet further clothing of hers if I didn’t strip her out of it shortly.

  My mouth pulled back from hers, and I gazed into those half-lidded, aroused eyes.

  Hunger consumed me. I knew in that moment that I could push her back and fuck her on this desk and she’d milk my balls dry with a dazed smile on her face…

  I restrained my need with a surprising level of reluctance. Instead, I reached around her ample bosom, unclasping her bra and letting her bare breasts finally bounce free.

  In my voracious hunger before, I’d never fully appreciated them.

  Taking one into my mouth, I suckled down on her erect little nub. Her throat gasped as her chest swelled, and she held my head close in her arms.

  “Just like that, Daddy…”

  If my cock stiffens any harder, I thought to myself as my tongue grazed her nipple, it’s going to fucking explode.

  My free hand grasped the other, and I lightly, firmly kneaded both breasts. All the while, I kissed and licked the nipple, sucking on it only to let go with a satisfying pop!

  Chloe’s little moan was music to my ears. I held back a hungry little chuckle, thinking of all the things I was about to do to her.

  You’re in for a treat tonight, Princess…

  Chloe

  I felt pulled into a place of pure arousal as Damian switched his mouth to my other nipple, his strong hands still squeezing my breasts.

  The only shred of clothing I had on was the black pair of panties, and he was still in his suit.

  But, try as I might...

  I couldn’t complain.

  Partly because he was so skilled at turning me on that I couldn’t slap a thought together if I tried. My core was on fire, desperate for his attention…

  He groaned into a little suckle on my breast, and I felt my face growing warmer by the second.

  Damian held my breast to his mouth as I encircled his neck with my arm again. He freed his other hand to run his fingernails down my side, swirling them in vague, unpredictable arcs as they scratched against my skin – hard, but not too hard.

  My spine shuddered.

  I felt the warm breath of his smirk against my breast, and I knew he’d earned his smugness.

  We’d become locked together into something electric together, he and I, and all I knew was that I couldn’t bear for it to stop.

  Resisting the urge to slip a hand down into my panties, I let my head fall back again.

  But Damian had different ideas.

  I felt his scratching hand at the back of my neck again, pushing my face forward into his. He was rising before me now, lips pressed hungrily to mine as he explored my mouth. His spare hand slid its fingernails tantalizingly along my chest, then down my stomach...

  His exploring fingers worked their way down to my soaked panties, pressing along the outside of the fabric. I squirmed into his kiss, my knees tightening briefly around his hand.

  The last thing I wanted to do was ruin his suit with my sex. There’s no way he doesn’t know how fucking wet I am, is there?

  Damian didn’t seem to mind.

  Continuing to carefully prod outside the thin layer of black, he traced the fold of my lower lips with a single, rigid finger. He did this carefully, slowly, even methodically, tasting how my breath hitched with just the right movements.

  It took every ounce of discipline and dignity that I had to not grab his wrist and shove his hand against my sopping pussy.

  Finally, his fingers were on the inside of my lingerie, sliding firmly against the wet folds of my glistening sex. My trembling shoulders shuddered with relief, but it still wasn’t enough.

  Sucking my bottom lip between his teeth ever so briefly and tugging, he pulled his delicious mouth from mine.

  We stared deep into each other’s eyes.

  Something bigger than this felt like it passed between us. It felt greater than pure erotic thrill, deeper than base instincts driven wild.

  But my mind was flustered and relieved as his fingers finally pushed into my wet chasm.

  As he began to finger my tight, sopping channel, Damian moved his other hand from the nape of my neck to my shoulder. I felt his thumb trace beneath my jaw, sliding along the edge of my throat as he searched my eyes again.

  I was supposed to be making some kind of dirty talk, I knew. But none of the neurons in my brain seemed to be firing.

  They were all on strike, enjoying the show.

  My trembling knees parted a little further, giving him better access to me. He pulled both hands free, sucking the intrusive finger clean, and then his thumbs were hooked into the waistband of my lingerie at my sides.

  I planted my palms and lifted as he tugged the last layer of clothing down my thighs, over my kneecaps, and off my ankles. Before tossing them onto his chair atop my bra, he pulled them to his face and took a deep, closed-eye whiff.

  I was aroused beyond belief.

  Damian wrapped his hand around my neck. I grasped the wrist in fear, but he wasn’t squeezing, only holding me still as his fingers dove back into my pussy.

  Overcome with passion, my hands were on his shoulders within the second. I realized that I was clutching to his suit like no tomorrow.

  For a moment, I thought that he was angry. His eyes met mine with a dark expression that I couldn’t read. I had no idea how expensive his suit was, even if it was his fault for keeping it on.

  But then his lips were on mine again, silencing my fears. He began to shrug against the blazer, and I pulled it down his arms and tossed it haphazardly against the chair.

  His second finger pushed into my body, and I let loose a moan that I just couldn’t control.

  There, again, was that dark poker face of his. But he wasn’t telling me off or stopping me, so I tried to push it out of my head.

  If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought it was the look of a man who could barely control himself. But I knew better than that – that there was no way that I could have that kind of effect on this formidable, indomitable man…

  My inner core was almost ready to burst.

  His fingers felt so fucking good inside me.

  In only a few more seconds…

  “Don’t come,” he growled.

  The first words he’d said in ages – the first either of us had uttered, I realized – and he’d used them to take away my mounting pleasure.

  “I… okay, Daddy,” I groaned.

  “It’ll be better this way,” he replied almost sympathetically, his fingers not skipping a beat with my body. “Trust me, Princess.”

  The surprising sincerity was too real to not believe him. I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

  His thumb brushed my clit, and that nod turned into my eyes rolling back, my bottom lip between my teeth, and an un
controllable moan lifting from within my chest…

  I heard him groan in frustration.

  Was I not good enough?

  Was that too much?

  But one look in his eyes showed that maybe, just maybe, he was having his own troubles. There was a chance that the dark, hungry look in his gaze was his restraint slipping…

  Let go with me, I thought as hard as I could.

  But he didn’t, choosing to rub my engorged clit with the tip of his thumb. Two fingers of his other hand remained buried deep inside, hitting me in just the right spot…

  Don’t come.

  That had been his command.

  I wanted to be a good girl for him.

  I wanted to not disappoint him…

  Either he couldn’t take it any longer, or he saw the pure desperation in my eyes. I’d held back three possible orgasms when he finally looked at me with a reassuring glance...

  But then he took his hands off of me.

  I bit back a defiant scream before he pressed that pair of fingers against my lips. “Clean them,” he growled, and I swallowed my frustration to pull them between my lips and across my tongue.

  I’d never tasted my own sex before.

  Not even just to experiment.

  But I savored the flavor off of his digits, sucking down to the knuckle and running my tongue between them.

  He pulled them back, and I resisted the urge to grasp at his belt and unbuckle him. That thick erection had been dying for air for ages, and I was about to rock that little guy’s world…

  “Stay still,” Damian’s voice delivered the stern command as his eyes locked onto mine. “And don’t forget not to come yet…”

  A thousand rebellious complaints were on the tip of my tongue. But he was suddenly dropping to his knees before me, and I felt his strong hands spread across my slickened thighs. I was almost embarrassed by how wet they were from the running fluids of my deprived orgasms.

  His fingertips dug hard into my skin as he pried my knees further apart, exposing my sex to him. A seductively handsome smile crossed his face as he gazed up at me, the epitome of craving.

  “Daddy…?”

  His face buried into my wet pussy.

  There was no way I could stop the chorus of moans now. My upper body pushed backwards of its own want, driving my hips harder against his mouth. One hand clamped onto his head as the other grabbed my breast, and I felt myself up while riding that deliciously warm, powerful tongue…