by Kelly Myers
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Goodnight, sweetheart.”
I fell asleep with a smile on my face, despite having a sore bottom and an aching pussy that longed for his touch.
Chapter Twelve
Luke
There was a lot of cleaning up to be done after the hurricane. I could’ve easily brought in a crew from outside the area to take care of all the damage. But, that’s not what my aunt would have done. So, I was going to take care of the repairs myself. Eden insisted on helping me
We worked for hours in the humid air. The power was still out so we had no air-conditioning. She was such a hard worker. We both took frequent breaks to gulp down water and swim in the ocean.
Thank God the power clicked back on around noon.
“I definitely need you to hire more people,” I said to her.
She paused where she was picking up the splintered wood. “Hire more people? For what positions?”
It hadn’t escaped my notice that she was smart. Really smart. She could handle inventory, or bookings, or paying the invoices. There was no reason for her to be washing windows and changing sheets when someone else less qualified could do that work. Plus, I had an ulterior motive. I wanted more time with her.
Ever since her spanking, things had changed between us in a good way. I felt like she trusted me more. Which made me think we were ready for the next step, which meant I wanted to see her beautiful breasts when she was working with me. And, I wanted her to want to do it, simply to please me.
I was going to tell her that I wanted her topless when only the two of us were on my floor. Whether she was working or off duty. Next we'd progress to naked or to lingerie.
I took off my toolbelt. “I need to speak with you please. In my office.”
She looked around, probably wondering why I didn’t just say what I wanted, especially since no one was there. But, I wanted this to be somewhat formal.
I sat down at my desk and pointed at the seat on the other side. “Please sit,” I said. “How are you feeling about our arrangement right now? Are you satisfied? Are you getting what you need? I also want to say that you may end the sexual component of our relationship at any point. I promise you that it will not affect your employment.”
She crossed her legs, and I had to work to pull my eyes away from her thighs.
“Good,” she said. “I’m happy.”
“In that case, I’d like to take things between us to the next level. For now, when we are alone together in the hotel, or in my private rooms, you’ll be topless when you work. Whether you’re doing inventory or cleaning or working at the computer. You’ll not be wearing any shirt and any bra unless I specify otherwise.”
She didn’t argue. And, she didn’t run screaming from the room. But she did frown. “Can I ask why you want that?”
I got up from my chair and walked behind her. I slipped my hand into her shirt and kept going, past her bra until my hand made contact with her nipple. “I want to be able to see your lovely breasts and your rosy pink nipples. I want to be able to see them anytime. Once you’re comfortable with that then you’ll be working completely naked.”
I pinched her nipple, and then pulled my hand away. “In the meantime you’re going to help me shop for some lingerie online.”
I walked back to my desk drawer and opened the bottom one. I pulled out a book on the power dynamic of dominant and submissives. It would explain to her that she wasn’t alone in wanting to submit to me in bed, and that I wasn’t alone in wanting to dominate her. And, that we were both perfectly normal for getting off on it.
“I want you to read this,” I said. “Let me know when you’re finished.”
She picked up the book and tucked it against her chest. “I’ll start reading it tonight,” she said.
“Good, there’s one more thing. You’ll learn from the book that you’re what’s called a submissive in the bedroom. And for us to be safe, most couples who interact like we do have a system, called a safeword, so that the submissive can end what they’re doing if something is too intense.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like if I tell you to go clean my dishes while naked, and I sit behind you and watch. If that makes you uncomfortable, you could use the safeword to end it.”
“What’s the safeword usually like?”
“The simplest is green for go, and red for stop.”
“I like that,” she said. “It seems easier than a complicated word or phrase.”
I’d known she was smart, but she was quick too. In the past I’d had inexperienced subs argue with me about the need for any type of safeword system.
“Good. You may go now. I’d like you to go relax, and read that book for thirty mintues. Come back when you’re done.”
She stood up.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked. “We’re alone in the house. The front door is locked, and no guests can enter.”
A look of comprehension passed over her face. She lay the book down on the empty chair. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. It joined the book on the chair. She unhooked her bra and it also joined the pile. She seemed to understand that I wanted to look at her. She stood before me in her pink shorts. The site was even more pleasing than I had imagined.
I was tempted to tell her to head straight to the bedroom, but I wanted her to get used to working bare chested. I was curious to see if it would turn her on as much as it did me. I still hadn’t tasted her pussy. That was next on the menu.
She gathered her belongings and took them to her bedroom. When she emerged her cheeks were pink and her breasts were still exposed to me.
“What would you like me to do sir? Would you like me to do some more cleaning?”
God she made me so hard.
“I’d like for you to sweep and vacuum the lobby, and when that’s done, you can start reading your book again.”
As she walked by me I grabbed her arm. I held her in place with one hand while I fondled her breasts with the other hand. “You’d look good with some nipple clamps on these gorgeous breasts.”
She let out a long moan.
I flicked her nipple with my fingernail. Then I smacked her ass, which was probably still smarting from yesterday.
“Get back to work.”
I pretended to be cleaning, but I was really just watching her. Her movements were a little jerkier, and a little less fluid, each time she seemed to realize that her chest was bare. She’d bend over and her breasts would jiggle and swing.
It was exactly what I wanted.
My cock was throbbing with an insistent need. However, it would have to wait.
An hour later she rolled up the vacuum cord and placed it in the closet. She joined me in the office.
“I’m finished.”
“How do you feel?” I asked, curious as to what she’d say about the experience of working with her breasts bare, while I watched.
“Different.”
“Different how?”
She looked at the floor. “Embarrassed. Exposed. Excited.”
I put my hand under her chin and tipped it up. “Are you turned on too?”
“Yes Luke, I am.”
“What should you go do now?” I asked.
“I'm going to go upstairs and read.”
“Good. I want you to soak in the bath while you read, and I want to hear about what you learned when you finish. I’ll come get you when I’m done here.”
Thirty minutes later, I locked up and turned the alarm on. When I got upstairs she was emerging from her bath with the towel still wrapped around her.
I couldn’t wait to taste her.
I lifted her and set her on the highest part of the bathroom counter. I took a spare towel and tossed it on the floor before I knelt down and got my face between her legs. I grabbed her ankles and pushed them up. “Hold your legs open,” I said to her. “I like seeing this pussy.” I couldn’t wait until she was ready for me to tie her up.
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She smelled like lavender.
“You haven’t cheated, have you?”
“Cheated! How sir?” she asked.
“Cheated by making yourself come.”
“No sir, I haven’t,” she said.
“Did you read the book?”
“Yes Sir. I got to chapter three.”
During this entire exchange, she had held her legs open, giving me the full view of her pink pussy. She didn’t try to cover it, or try to close her legs, not even once. “What did you think?” I asked.
“I thought it was relevant to me. And, to you.”
“You were right,” I said. I took my fingers and pulled her folds open. She was squeaky clean and hadn’t had time to get wet yet. With her legs spread wide, I buried my face in her pussy. She was delectable.
Soon enough, I was frustrated. The bathroom cabinets restricted how much of her I could get to. I needed to be closer. I lifted her again. She squealed and grabbed on to me, and I carried her to the bed, where I laid her out.
I shoved her legs open again, and got back to her, eating her out. Her taste was sublime. I usually avoided comparing women in my head, but she tasted better than anyone I’d ever been with.
“You don’t have to hold still this time,” I said. “You can move around.”
Her hips moved, and she thrashed. “Sir,” she cried out. I sealed my lips over her clit as I pressed one finger inside. I flicked my tongue back and forth, doing my best to get her close to orgasm.
One minute later, her pussy walls squeezed my finger tight as she crashed over the edge. As she contracted around me, I didn’t stop licking. I needed to come soon.
I hopped up and raced into the bathroom. I washed my mouth quickly, and got back to her. I climbed on top of the bed and laid out next to her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her, licking into her mouth. I turned her on her side and grabbed her bottom. My hips hitched forward and my cock rubbed against her stomach.
“Roll the other way,” I said
I slotted my cock in between her smooth thighs. I begin to roll my hips thrusting in between her legs. “You’re going to be able to come again,” I said. “I know you can do it.“
“I don’t know,” she moaned.
“Oh you will. I smacked the side of her body with my open hand, making sure not to hit any of the remaining sore spots from her spanking. “You'll do as I say.“
“Yes daddy.“
Fuck. Hearing her call me daddy was a straight path to my cock. My cock spurted. I came hard, coating her creamy thighs.
After my body was done with its release, I reapplied myself to the task of making her come again. With one finger in her pussy, and one on her clit, it didn’t take long.
“Thank you Daddy,” she breathed, and I nearly came again too.
Chapter Thirteen
Eden
I couldn’t believe that I had just called Luke daddy. Never in a million years would I have thought that was a name I could use in bed. But with Luke, it felt natural in that moment. I got the idea from the book he had given me. The book explained power dynamics, and gave an overview of some of the ways couples liked to play.
Play was an interesting way to refer to it, although it never felt like play to me. Maybe it was because Luke was older, and more experienced. Or maybe it was because he was actually my boss.
One of the chapters outlined what a Daddy was in this context.
I recalled Luke's reaction when I first called him sir. Calling him sir had been my instinct. I’m not sure Daddy would have occurred to me, but when I read the name it sent a shiver down my spine.
You’d think after being naked with Luke in bed would make it easier to walk around naked at work but it didn’t. I wasn’t even fully naked yet, although he had mentioned that was next. Each day when we were alone I put on a different pair of Capri pants, or a cotton skirt, and that was it.
I wore no bra and no shirt, and if I was this self-conscious bare chested, what would it be like to work completely naked? I had a feeling I was about to find out. The truth was I liked the way it felt when he looked at me. I liked it when he stopped me so he could run his hand over my breasts. I liked it when I felt his eyes on me from across the room. I wasn't comfortable exactly, but I was aroused.
A week after I’ve been working with no shirt, Luke called me into his office again.
I knew he'd order me to sit down across from him, but I waited for him to give me the instruction.
“Sit,'' he said.
I sat.
“You have been doing so well with the instructions I gave you last week. You've worked topless, and you haven't tried to hide yourself from me, and you haven't complained. So, now we're ready to move to fully naked. Same rules -- when we're alone in the hotel, or alone in my private suite, you'll be naked.”
“That sounds good, daddy.”
“Next week you're going to start wearing lingerie. I want you to come sit with me and look at some of the options. I'd like to see what you like.” He crooked his finger, beckoning me over. “For now, we’ll just order some basic items online. Soon we’ll visit a store together, and we’ll get more once you can try them on.”
There was no chair next to him so I hesitated, wondering if I should grab my chair and pull it around.
He seemed to read my hesitation. “No, you don't need a chair. Sit on my lap.”
I wasn't tiny or petite, but Luke was strong; he had been able to lift me easily and carry me to the bed more than once. And he braved the hurricane to save Madelyn with very little effort, even after I had been thrown to the ground by the wind. He patted his lap and I sat down with my legs straddling his feet on the floor. He clicked a few keys and a website popped up.
“Eventually we can go shopping in person,” he said. “Taking you to an adult store would be really fun.”
I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but if Luke wanted to go, then I would go. And, I would do my best to participate and appreciate the experience. I'd learned a lot about myself that I hadn't expected over the last few weeks. Maybe, I would like an adult fashion store.
For now, I brought my gaze back to the computer screen -- there were columns of different styles to choose from. I'd had no idea so many different styles of lingerie existed. There were slips and corsets and bustiers and thigh-high hose, and garter belts. Instantly my eyes were drawn to the corset style.
“Which is your favorite?” he asked.
The corset.” Looking at it was sending a rush of slick to the space between my legs.
“With the garter belt or without?”
“I like them both.” The longer I looked, the more aroused I became. My panties were absolutely getting wet. Under my backside Luke was hard.
“Choose seven,” he said. “One for each day of the week. I don't know that you’ll always wear one, but I want the option.”
Luke cupped my breasts with both hands. Sometimes he kneaded them, and sometimes he pinched my nipples and tugged on them. I squirmed against his leg. I caught myself. I did my best to focus on the lingerie on the screen.
First, I chose the solid colors: white, black, red and pink. With each one I chose a matching garter belt and hose. Then, I chose one that was sheer black and another that was lace. The last one that I chose laced up with ribbons, just like an old fashioned corset.
Luke really approved of that one.
He chose expedited shipping. “As soon as these arrive, you will wear one each day. You may choose the color unless I tell you otherwise.”
He popped the button open on my pants. “Let's get these off.”
I wiggled out of them, and as soon as they hit the floor, he dipped his fingers into my panties. “You really like shopping for those items, didn't you?
“Yes, I did.”
He rubbed circles around my clit. Then he pushed one finger into me and I began to rock back and forth in his lap. He patted my hips. “Up,” he said. He grabbed me by the hand, and pushed me toward the be
droom. As soon as we were in the bedroom with the door closed, he ripped my panties off. “I need you now,” he said. “I can't wait anymore. I think you're ready.” He gazed into my eyes. “Are you ready?” He plunged two fingers back into my entrance. “You feel ready.”
“Yes Daddy, I'm ready.”
His eyes fell closed and he groaned. “Get on the bed. I'm going to fuck you now.”
I scrambled to get on the bed. I've been waiting on this for weeks. I was twenty-two years old and still a virgin. I was ready finally and I was grateful that Luke was going to be the one to take my virginity.
He stripped his clothes off in record time. I would never get tired of looking at his well-defined muscles and his chiseled body.
“Are you ready to lose your cherry?” he asked.
“Yes daddy, please.”
“What do you need daddy to do? Tell me.” The timbre of his voice was so commanding.
“I need daddy to fuck me.” The words were hard to say, but I meant them 100%.
“Open your legs. I want to see this virgin pussy one more time before I take it.”
I did as he said and spread my legs wide. He knelt between my legs. “I like to inspect what's mine,'' he said.
I shuddered in anticipation.
Chapter Fourteen
Luke
Eden lay before me, stretched out on the bed with her golden hair fanned out all around her. And, her legs spread wide. Under my fingers was her virgin slit. I couldn't believe the time had finally arrived. I was about to push my throbbing cock into her willing body.
I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom. If she wanted to continue sleeping with me after she left for college, I would talk to her about getting tested for STDs and going on birth control. Then, we could ditch the condoms.
But that was in the future. Right now, I wanted to relish the sight of her swollen pink pussy. I really was fortunate and how receptive she was. Both of us had clicked from the very beginning. I teased at her slit, watching the flesh quiver.