by Lena Gordon
“True. So I should let him know I want to go out?”
“Yes. And tell him you need to know his name, too.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” She laughed. “Really. You don’t have to use his name. But you should know it.”
I smiled. I couldn’t imagine calling him anything else except Daddy. Unless, of course, I wanted a spanking. Which was a definite possibility. I licked my lips at the thought. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” she said. “And you know what? I have a feeling he’ll be cool with it.”
I hoped she was right.
We talked for a few more minutes before I hung up. A few minutes later, I got a text from an unknown number.
Daddy.
He’d only texted me once before and it had come from an unknown number, too. He said it had something to do with his phone carrier but I didn’t pay much attention.
How’s the paper, babydoll?
Are you being good and getting it done?
I blushed the way I always did when he used my nickname.
Pretty good.
I lied.
Slow actually.
I quickly typed in the truth. He didn’t respond for a moment. Finally I heard the ding.
Do you need an incentive?
Yes, Daddy.
If you finish your paper like a good girl, tomorrow night I’ll make you come all over my face.
Instantly, I was wet. Screw a night off. I wanted to come right then and there. But I did have an idea.
If I finish my paper like a good girl, will you take me out for dinner?
I would call in sick if I had to. But dammit, I wanted to go out with him on a real date.
Would that make you happy?
I didn’t hesitate.
Yes, Daddy.
Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven. Only if you’re finished.
I squealed out loud like a little girl and focused once more on my laptop and my notes. I’d finish the paper in record time now, because it meant I would be going on a date with Daddy and I couldn’t wait.
14
Shane
She wanted to go out. I could make that happen. Hell, it had been an amazing week, but I was ready to take it to the next level anyway. My little girl was fucking perfect, and she deserved everything. The least of which was a real date.
As soon as I texted her my response, I could imagine her on the other end in her shitty little apartment doing a cheer or a cute little dance or something equally adorable. She was easy to please, but even if she wasn’t, I knew I’d do anything to make her happy.
I punched the button on my desk phone that connected me to my assistant. “Brittany, get in here please.”
She didn’t bother responding because a moment later she stood in my doorway. “What can I do for you, Mr. Grant?”
“I need a dress.”
“A dress?” She raised her eyebrows in question.
“Not for me.” I shot her a look but she pretended to be innocent. “For a...friend. She’s about your size but much larger in the chest. Something sexy.”
“Okay.” She made some notes in her ever present notebook. “Color preference?”
“Red. A deep, sexy red. Not a cheap flashy red.”
“Done.” She made a note. “Shoes?”
“Size seven. Something with a high heel.”
“How high?”
“Sexy high.” She nodded. “And bra and panties to match.”
For any other assistant, this type of direction might be too much or crossing some sort of professional boundary, but I knew Brittany was not only okay with it, but she likely welcomed the distraction from the merger deal.
“So based on this information, you’re looking for sexy? Anything else?”
I shook my head. “Reservations at Yama Goya for seven thirty.”
“Your usual table.”
I nodded.
“Can I assume this is a gift for the friend who’s had something to do with how relaxed and focused you’ve been lately?”
“You can assume whatever you like.”
She nodded knowingly. “I’m on it. Where should I have it sent?”
I scribbled Jessie’s address down and handed it to her. She glanced at the address and raised her eyes before looking at me in question, but made the smart decision not to question me on the area of town where my friend lived.
“Oh, and one more thing.” I stopped her before she left. “My new chief financial officer will be starting next week—Trent Thomas. I want you to welcome him and get him set up with an assistant equally as talented as you. You might have to pull double duty for a while until you can find someone suitable. I trust you’re up for the job?”
“Of course.” She flipped her long blonde hair. “I’ll make sure Mr. Thomas has everything he needs.” She disappeared to take care of the task I’d given her.
I shook my head. Brittney was something else. Maybe I should be worried about her and my new CFO hire, and maybe with any other assistant I would be, but not Britt.
Besides, I had enough to worry about. Or rather, think about. Because besides the merger documents that I was ready to sign late that afternoon, I was falling in love with Jessie and didn’t know the first thing about what I was going to do about it.
I’d been enjoying the way things were going. Who wouldn’t? Flirty conversation followed by a ride into the dark night and some of the dirtiest, most satisfying sex I’d ever had.
What wasn’t there to enjoy?
It was perfect.
But she was ready for more. And maybe I was too. As long as I didn’t have to tell her who I was. It’s not that I wouldn’t. Just not yet. I needed my babydoll totally, completely, and irrevocably in love with me before she knew the truth.
The more time I spent with her, the more I knew she was it. She was the one. I’d built a business based on trusting my instincts and Jessie was no exception. I needed to know that she was with me for the right reasons. I needed to know it concretely.
But dinner tonight would be a good start. I was taking her to my favorite sushi restaurant that would be a far cry from the diner, but give us the privacy we needed to further a relationship to a whole new level.
I just needed to get through the rest of the day, which included signing the merger documents and putting that deal to bed. Finally.
15
Jessie
I finished the paper, printed it and handed it in, went to my last class and was floating on a euphoric high all the way back to my apartment at the end of the day. I traded shifts at the diner with Doris. She worked days, so she’d pull a double shift for me, but I told her it was really important and practically begged her. I had to promise to cover two of her shifts in exchange, which would mean that on the school break I’d have some long days, but I didn’t care. I was going out with Daddy in only a few hours and that’s all I could focus on.
I had a long, steamy shower to prepare myself. I wasn’t rushed, so I spent extra time blow-drying my hair and applying makeup while I daydreamed about how amazing my night was going to be. I panicked at the knock on the door when I looked at the time. There was no way Daddy would be so early though, so I wrapped myself in a towel and went to answer the door.
There was no one there, but there was a stack of packages in the hallway with my name on them.
A rush of excitement ran through me. I hadn’t received another gift from Daddy since the first lingerie set. Although I did go out and use some of my student loan dollars to buy a few new sets of my own. It was stupid, I knew that, but it also seemed like a good investment in my sex life and that had to stand for something.
Besides, it was obvious that Daddy didn’t have a lot of money either, so it’s not as if I could expect lavish gifts all the time. And I hadn’t. Which was why I was so thrilled at the appearance of the packages. I scooped them up and rushed inside, where I tore open the first of the three boxes.
Shoes.
But not just any shoes. The most beautiful shiny black leather heels I’d ever seen. I immediately slid my foot into one. It fit perfectly. And holy shit, was it high. I put the other one on and the effect was immediate. Even in only my towel, I looked instantly sexier. And about five inches higher.
I took a few steps, noticing how the height of the shoes pushed my hips out dramatically, causing my ass to sway from side to side. Wow. There was a reason women wore shoes like this. They were sexy as hell.
Excited to see what else was in the packages, I opened the next one. Inside was a corset unlike any I’d ever seen. Not that I’d ever seen one, let alone worn one. It was made of black lace and boning that would hug my body. Instead of cups for my breasts, there were straps that looked like they would encircle my breasts and then go around my neck like a halter. There were garter clips hanging from the bottom. There were no panties in the box, only some black thigh-high nylons. My nipples tightened to hard points imagining what it would feel like on my skin. I couldn’t wait.
By the time I opened the third box, I was ready for what I would find inside.
Or so I thought.
The dress was gorgeous. But there was no way. I mean...I couldn’t wear that. Not with the corset I was holding.
There was only one way to find out.
I dropped my towel and took off my new shoes long enough to slide the nylons over my smooth legs. It took me a few minutes to figure out all the clips on the corset, but when I finally got it and stood in front of the mirror, I was stunned.
The corset was low in the back, but it nipped in my waist and pushed up my chest. The lace straps encircled each breast, pushing them up and showcasing them in an incredibly sexy way. I couldn’t help but bring my hands up to touch them, letting my fingers trace the lace that went up to fasten behind my neck.
I’d never worn garter straps before and I liked the way they pressed against my legs as I moved. My pussy was exposed, which I assumed was intentional, although I almost went to find a pair of panties. But the idea of not wearing panties in public was exciting, and the thought alone was enough to make me wet.
But it was time for the dress. I still had my reservations as I pulled the silky red garment from the box and slipped it over my head. It was fitted around the hips and hugged my ass and thighs, only barely covering the garters I wore underneath. It was cut so low in the back, I was afraid my corset would show, but somehow it managed to be covered by the fabric as well. The top of the dress was two strips of red silk, one draped over each breast before joining in a halter that covered the straps of my lingerie.
My nipples tightened at the silk sliding over them. With nothing between my nipples and the fabric, each movement teased them further.
I’d never worn anything like it. It was sexy and dangerous and completely inappropriate for anything besides a club.
Except a date with Daddy.
My own thoughts surprised me, but I don’t know why. So much was surprising me since I’d met Daddy. And I liked it.
A lot.
16
Shane
I’d been leaning against my bike waiting for her, but the second Jessie stepped out of her apartment building, I stood at attention. In more ways than one. Holy shit. She was wearing a...I guess dress was the only word for it, but it was more than that. So much more.
I made a mental note to give Brittany a raise. Damn. She knew how to pick an outfit. If the dress and shoes were any indication, I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath it.
“Babydoll.” I took her hand as she approached. “You look fuckin’ amazing.”
She blushed a little and dipped her head. “Do you like it?”
I didn’t answer. At least not with words. I yanked her toward me. She stumbled a little in her shoes, but I caught her easily and gripped her ass with one hand while I took her mouth with mine in a hungry kiss that would leave no doubt about exactly how much I liked the way she looked.
When I was done, I pulled back. “Ready to ride?”
She glanced unsurely at the bike. It would be difficult to ride in the dress, for sure, but not much harder than her diner uniform and she’d managed that in the best way possible. Besides, it wasn’t like I was about to pick her up in a town car. The bike was my preferred method of travel. And as far as she knew, my only method.
“Get on.” I handed her the helmet before I swung my own leg over the seat. A minute later, I felt the familiar heat of her body pressed up against my back. I reached my hand around and slid it up her thigh until I felt a...garter?
Damn. I was going to enjoy that later. I really did need to give Brittany a raise.
I continued traveling my hand up her leg until I felt the skirt of her dress rucked up. Fuck. I loved how she rode on my bike. I moved my hand between her legs to stroke her panties, but...she wasn’t wearing any.
I turned in my seat to look at her. “No panties?”
“You didn’t send any.”
A smile played at my lips. Knowing she would be riding with her bare pussy pressed to the seat, her ass exposed to anyone who happened to look over, made my dick throb.
“I like you this way.” I slid one finger over her slit, making her shudder, before I turned around and fired up the bike. I tugged my gloves on, and a moment later, sped off into the evening.
“I hope you like sushi.” I held my hand out to Jessie and together we walked up the steps into Yama Goya, the only sushi restaurant for miles that I’d bother giving my business to. Besides, they had one particular feature that I really liked.
“Don’t laugh,” she said as we walked inside. “But I’ve never had sushi.”
I looked at her in shock. There was so much I wanted to show her. Teach her. I’d be happy to start with a good sushi meal and everything it included.
“You’ll love it.” I squeezed her ass and left my hand there as the hostess approached.
“Good evening, Mr. Grant,” she said. “Your table is ready for you.”
I could feel Jessie’s eyes on me and I realized we still hadn’t discussed my name. Now wasn’t the time. I nodded and with my hand still gripping my little girl’s ass, I guided her through the restaurant toward the back, where the hostess opened two sliding screens to reveal a cozy and very private tatami room that consisted of a large slab table set into the floor, and a wide bench covered in thin pillows along the outside.
“Your server will be with you shortly, Mr. Grant.”
I nodded, dismissing the hostess.
Jessie had to sit on the bench and swing her legs over into the tatami in order to get in. It was a good thing there were a number of large potted bamboo plants blocking the entrance to the room from the main dining room. Every man in the place had been watching her as we walked across the floor. I was pretty sure they all would have loved a little glimpse of what was beneath her sexy dress.
Not that I would mind. Hell, I had no problem showing off my sweet girl to whomever wanted to look. At the end of the night, she’d be coming home with me. She was mine.
That’s all that mattered.
“This place is so cool,” she said once we were settled, her seated next to me at the large table. “You must come here a lot since they know your name.”
“Once or twice.” I shrugged. “I’ve brought clients here a few times.”
“Well, you seemed pretty important, Mr. Grant.”
I shot her a chastising look and slapped her bare thigh. “Don’t tell me you forgot rule number two.”
She dropped her gaze. “Sorry, Daddy.” But then she looked up, her eyes flaring. “But it’s not enough. I want to know your name.” Her hand flew up to her mouth as if she was surprised by her own outburst. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said quickly. “It’s just—”
“No,” I interrupted her. “You want more.” I waved my hand around. “A date.” She nodded. “And my name.” She nodded again. “Okay,” I agreed. “My name is Eric Grant,” I lied, giving her my middle name.
“Eric.”
“That will be the first and only time you use my first name when addressing me.”
She smiled coyly. “I just wanted to know what it was. I think that’s fair.”
I nodded. “Fair, certainly. But it will cost you.”
Her face blanched but then quickly her eyes blazed with excitement. I had to force myself not to smile at her eagerness. The waitress arrived shortly and I placed our order. Because Jessie had never had sushi, I did the ordering for both of us, which included a variety of sashimi and rolls. We made small talk until the server returned with a bottle of sake, poured us each a glass and left us alone again.
We raised our glasses and I toasted my girl. “To getting your paper done.”
“To our first date,” she countered.
I grinned. She had no idea what she was getting herself into if she wanted to date me. And that was perfectly fine by me. I’d wait until she was head over heels before I revealed my true self. Then I could be sure.
I had to be sure.
We toasted and drank deeply.
“Do you like it?” I asked. “Sake can be a bit of an acquired taste.”
“I really like it.” She put her empty cup down and I raised my eyebrows.
“It can also be very strong.”
“I can handle myself.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and the action caused her dress to slip a little, not that there was much holding it in place. I reached out and pushed the fabric aside to reveal her breast. Perfect, perky, and totally exposed besides the scraps of lace that framed it. I sucked in a breath.
“You can definitely handle yourself.” I pinched her hard nipple between two fingers. “And me. And that’s important.”
She moaned under my attentions. My hand traveled up her thigh, stopping to play briefly with the garter clip on her stocking before following it up to her pussy. Without warning, I thrust a finger inside her. She was wet and ready, but still, she cried out a little in surprise before relaxing again.