The Daddy Dilemma: A Secret Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Oh, good,” I said, relieved. I didn’t know what I would have done if he had expected that of me. Between the layout of the store and the products we were selling, I was worried that he was starting to see me as some sort of hooker.

  “But still, you are expected to do all you can to close the sale. I hired you for a reason, Kendra. Not to stand behind the counter and look pretty. Although, I’m sure you would more than succeed at that, too.”

  “And how many other people will be working here?” I asked, another worry quickly coming to mind. “I don’t want to be the only one back here showing dildos to horny men. That can’t be safe?”

  “Don’t worry. You will never be alone. There will always be at least three people working here, including one male–who you’ll be hiring, by the way. That’s not to mention the surveillance cameras and door security. There will also be a heavily enforced no touching rule, which goes both ways. No one is allowed to touch the employees, and the employees aren’t allowed to touch the customers. And signs will be posted all over, and the police will be brought in if need be. Nothing will be left to chance here.”

  That was a relief. I was also glad to see that Grant was actually taking this whole thing seriously. When he first told me about the store, I had assumed that it was just some sort of sleazy cash grab. But now, it was clear that it was more than that, so much more. I couldn’t help but be impressed. But then again, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Considering how successful he was, he wasn’t the kind of guy to half-ass something. In a way, it actually made me feel a little honored to be chosen specifically for the store. Clearly, he saw something in me, even if it wasn’t what I wanted him to see.

  “Here, come take a look at this,” he said excitedly. He took me by the hand and led me from the room, through the store, and to the actual storage room. The whole way, he kept a firm grip on my hand, and I became aware of the feel of his hand in mine. Very aware. His hand was strong and warm. His touch lit a tingling warmth inside of me.

  If he noticed anything, he didn’t say. Grant let go of my hand the moment we entered the store room. Again, he was like a kid in a candy store, hurrying through the room as he began to pull down a series of boxes from the shelves.

  “What are these?” I asked as I came up behind him.

  “Some of our products.” He began to open the boxes, laying them out on the floor for me to see.

  Although it was obvious what some of them were, some of the others were completely alien to me. I wouldn’t have even been able to guess what they were.

  “There are the licorice cock rings there,” he said pointing to one of the boxes. “The edible condoms, the chocolate walnut anal beads, the gummy pussy molds, pussy sprinkles, titty sprinkles, cock edibles, edible cocks, nipple tassels–also edible, of course. Candied lubricants in all flavors.” He paused for a second to take a breath and looked at me expectantly. “So, what do you think?”

  “I think I’m not nearly as creative as you are,” I said. “Did you come up with all of these?”

  He smiled and shrugged. “Most of them, yeah. Once I started thinking about this business, the ideas just started flowing. It’s been a fun change from the regular candy lines. And people really seem to like them, so I figured, why not have fun and make some money doing it?”

  I couldn’t argue with that. He definitely looked like he was having fun as he showed off his wild creations. And he seemed to have created a candy version of everything. And by that, I meant everything. Any sex toy I’d ever heard of was contained in one of those boxes, only the candy version of it.

  “Check these out,” he said proudly, holding up a bundle of thin, flexible strands. “It’s an actual licorice whip.” He slapped it across his arm to demonstrate. “Well, technically, it’s called a flogger, but I took a little creative license. It’s the first in a new line of bondage-themed treats I’m developing. Gummy handcuffs. Jawbreaker ball gags. A candy cane. And, if I can get the cost down, a full body suit, kind of like a latex thing, only made with a fruit roll-up type of candy.”

  I shook my head. This was all so overwhelming. “What are you, like the perverted Willy Wonka?”

  He grinned at me. “I never thought of it like that, but now that you mention it, that gives me a ton of ideas. Everlasting Knob Sloppers. Pixie Dix. A Cum Diddlyumptious Bar. Cunt dip, like Fun Dip, but you know, for cunts.” He paused. “Although, that’s a little crude. I’ll have to workshop that. Anyway, Kendra, you’re a goddamn genius. See? I knew you were the right choice.”

  I stood in silence with my jaw dropped open. Seeing the way his mind worked was wild. It was like watching a legendary jazz musician riffing on a theme, only this theme was candy sex toys. I was impressed, even if the subject matter was way beyond my comfort zone.

  “You’re blushing,” Grant said.

  I hadn’t even realized how hot and flushed my cheeks were until Grant pointed it out. It was an odd sensation, really. On the one hand, I was incredibly turned on. Here I was, alone with the man of my dreams as he unveiled boxes full of sex toys. He had already asked me to demonstrate the use of one of them, and all he had to do was ask again. If he did, I wasn’t sure I would be able to say no.

  But on the other hand, I suddenly felt way out of my depth. I loved sex as much as the next person, perhaps even more. But this? This was something else. Was I being a prude here or just realistic?

  The entire concept of this shop was crazy. It wasn’t just a sex shop, but a candy sex shop. How weird was that? Then again, Grant told me the demand for his products was high. High enough to justify opening up an entire store for these items.

  And I wasn’t really in any position to turn my nose up at these products. A few hours ago, I fucked myself senseless with a chocolate dildo. I could frown on the idea all I wanted, but I knew from personal experience that the product got the job done. Or it would have if Grant hadn’t interrupted me. So maybe this idea wasn’t as crazy as it seemed at first glance. Maybe it was only fair that I keep an open mind.

  I noticed the way Grant stared at me. He’d been staring at me for some time. I didn’t think he watched me in judgment. Unless I missed my guess, desire filled his watchful eyes. Was he picturing himself using some of these naughty goodies on my naughty goodies? I was almost sure of it. I certainly wouldn’t mind him giving me a much more personal tour of his products, but I was too shy to say anything. Guys like Grant were way out of my league. Who was I kidding?

  “What are you doing tonight?” Grant suddenly asked me.

  “What?” I asked, snapping back to reality. He stood very close to me now. I hadn’t even noticed him move.

  “Tonight?” he asked again. “I’d like to have dinner with you. Actual dinner this time. Not just drinks like last night. That is, if you’re free?”

  “Dinner? You mean for work?” I instantly wished that I hadn’t added the question about work. If I had just said yes without clarifying, then I could have at least imagined that it wasn’t for work at all. That it was a date.

  Grant seemed unfazed, though. “Something like that,” he said, grinning. “And don’t worry, I won’t make you suck on a giant dildo this time.”

  “Oh,” I said, returning his smile. “Then forget it.”

  Grant actually laughed at the joke. Warmth fluttered through me. It was nice seeing his dickish mask fall away, even if it was just for a moment. I didn’t want to get my hopes up too much, but maybe things between Grant and I were getting better. Maybe some of the old Grant I used to know still hid beneath the surface of the sexy god he’d become.

  If that was the case, maybe I still had a chance with him, after all.

  Chapter 7

  Grant

  I was through playing games. That much I knew. I wanted Kendra, perhaps more than I had ever wanted someone before, and now I was going to have her.

  I came to this decision when I was showing her the new store. The way she gasped at the candies that I showed her, the way she stared. Th
ere was an innocence behind her eyes that I loved. But more than that, there was a longing. I could see her curiosity piquing as she looked things over. She had a wild side. That much was clear. Tonight, I wanted to find out first hand.

  After I showed her the store, I all but commanded that she go home and get ready for me. I was going to pick her up myself and take her to the restaurant. I didn’t want her driving because I wanted to take her home with me. At least, I hoped that’s how the evening would end. I still wasn’t completely sure how she felt about me. I teased and pushed her mercilessly at work, and even though I was sure that I pressed her buttons the right way, I couldn’t be sure if she wanted me the way I wanted her.

  There was only one way to find out.

  She looked stunning when I picked her up. Her dress that night was red. Like everything she wore, it hugged her curves to the point where I thought it might burst at the seams. The bodice of her dress could barely contain her gorgeous tits. She had just the right amount of cleavage on display. I wanted to bury my face in her chest and never come up for air. Her round ass looked superb beneath the red fabric. I got the distinct impression she wasn’t wearing any panties. The very idea got my blood pumping. I would have to confirm my suspicions later.

  “I’m really glad you came to dinner tonight,” I said, once the two of us had settled in. Tonight’s restaurant was similar to the one we met at the night before. It was equally as elegant and equally as snobby, which wasn’t a bad thing when trying to impress a girl.

  “I’m glad you invited me,” she responded, sipping on her champagne. “I was surprised you did, honestly.”

  “Really? Why is that?”

  “Well, ever since I started working for you, you seemed like you never wanted anything to do with me. Outside of work, that is.”

  “Is that the impression you got?” I asked, genuinely curious. She wasn’t wrong in thinking that I treated her a little poorly. The reason for it stemmed back to high school and how much it hurt when she dumped me. I guess some of that pain made itself known when I interacted with her.

  “Isn’t that the impression you were trying to give off?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

  Before I got a chance to answer, however, our food arrived. For me, the choice of dinner was a rare porterhouse steak with garlic sauce and mashed potatoes. For Kendra though, a simple green salad was all that she ordered.

  “I don’t know why you ordered a salad when you could have literally anything on the menu,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. I had to work very hard to not revert back to my usual smart ass self.

  “Easy for you to say,” she responded, taking a single tomato from the salad and popping it in her mouth. Watching it slip between her plump lips got me more than a little excited. “I need to watch my figure.”

  “You’re joking, aren’t you?” I said, chuckling as I did. Surely, she was kidding? Her figure was one of the best parts about her. She had put on a little weight since high school, but that weight had gone to all the right places. She had never looked sexier.

  “Are you joking?” she scoffed. “Look at this dress. It used to fit me perfectly. Tonight, I had to suck myself in just to get it on. I seriously need to lose some weight before I explode—”

  “Okay, stop right there,” I cut in. If there was one thing I hated, it was a woman with low self-esteem. Nothing was less sexy than that, and I wasn’t about to allow Kendra to fall victim to it, too. “Do you know why I hired you for the new store?”

  “Experience?” she offered.

  “I hired you because you are the sexiest woman I know.” I made sure to hold her stare as I spoke, so she would know I wasn’t joking. The effect was instantaneous, too. Her cheeks flushed red. and she looked away, trying not to smile.

  “Shut up,” she said quietly.

  “I’m not kidding. Even now, watching you, I have to work to control my base desires. To keep from climbing across the table and taking you right here in the middle of the restaurant.”

  “Okay, now you’re going too far,” she warned, waving her fork at me. Although she said the words, I didn’t believe them. Her body language spoke volumes, and I knew she wanted more.

  “Am I?”

  “Why have you never said any of this before? The way you always treat me at work, I kind of thought you hated me. Like I was nothing to you. I assumed you thought of me as, well, I’m not exactly sure, but it wasn’t good.”

  “Do you want to know why I treat you that way?” It was probably the alcohol talking. Usually, I would never be this open with a woman I was trying to bed. At least, I told myself it was the booze. I would never admit how I really felt.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because it still hurts every time I look at you. Because whenever I see you, I’m reminded of how it felt when you dumped me and broke my heart. Because giving you a hard time is the only way I can make myself feel better about what happened between us.”

  A long silence followed my confession. Kendra just stared at me. Each second felt like ten as the moment stretched out and I felt the weight of what I had just said press down on me. I had just confessed more to her than I had to anyone. And I’d put myself in a position of weakness. Up until that point, I had been the dominant one in our relationship. But now, I’d opened myself up to her and let myself be vulnerable. I wondered how she was going to react.

  “Do you really think I’m sexy?” she finally asked, smiling as she took a sip of her champagne.

  “Irresistibly so,” I responded, also smiling.

  --

  The rest of the dinner went exactly as I’d hoped. Our conversation turned flirtatious and provocative while managing to never cross any lines. It was clear to the both of us that we wanted each other, but neither of us were willing to admit it. It was almost like a game of cat and mouse. We both waited to see who would give in first. Whoever gave in would lose the game, since they were the one who broke.

  As I drove her home, I had an idea how to get her back to my place. I knew that once she was in my penthouse apartment, no force on this planet could stop me from having her.

  “Do you know what your problem is?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the road.

  “I have a problem?” she asked. She was a little tipsy by that point, letting out a giggle as she asked the question.

  “It’s your self-confidence. It’s nowhere near as high as it should be. Especially for someone as sexy as you.”

  “Is that right?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

  “It is. I think we need to fix that as soon as possible.” I continued, mapping out my conversation. The goal was to lead her into the trap.

  “And how do you suppose to do that? Self-confidence training? I am self-confident.” She giggled again.

  “Ah, if you think so, you’re going to have to prove it. Back at my place.” I kept my eyes on the road the whole time, speaking with total confidence, as if we were discussing a business proposition.

  “Your place?” There was a quiver in her voice, and I could tell the offer intrigued her. More than that, I could tell that she wanted it.

  “That’s right. Is that okay?”

  “Is this... is this for work?” she asked, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. She seemed to sober up on the spot as she began to realize what exactly I proposed.

  “I am your boss. Which means that you have to do exactly as I tell you to.”

  “But we’re not at work.”

  “You can consider this overtime,” I shot back.

  “Is that right?” she challenged. As she did, she turned in her seat, facing me now. Still, I kept my eyes on the road. I had one more thing to say, and it would either make or break the night.

  “Do you remember earlier when you asked me about the mold of that dildo? If I was the model for it?”

  “Yes,” she said, trepidation in her voice.

  “Well, I think it’s time you found out for yourself. And yes, that is an order.”

/>   I wasn’t sure if I had crossed the line. A silence descended over the car as what I said sunk in. Kendra still looked at me, turned in her seat to face me. But her face remained expressionless, as far as could tell. I kept my eyes on the road, and my peripheral vision revealed nothing. I had no idea how she had reacted. Was she mad? Was she intrigued? Was she going to demand that I take her home?

  As the silence stretched into eternity, I was all but ready to retract my statement. I didn’t want to, but I also didn’t want to lose the ground I had gained tonight. Then, Kendra reached forward.

  Her hand slid over my thigh and squeezed. Then, she moved it slowly higher up my leg, toward my crotch. Desire had been building inside me all night. Now it surged through me like wildfire. My dick hardened instantly, straining itself against my pants. It would have been too uncomfortable to bear, but Kendra already worked to release it.

  She used two hands. One to pull my fly down, the other to open up my pants and unleash my throbbing member. I groaned and clenched my jaw at the sensations of her hands near my cock. She hardly touched me. Her focus was on getting my pants undone. But her fingers brushed lightly against my stiff length, and even that delicate contact had me ready to burst.