Daddy’s Dirty Boss

by West, Jade

  “I want your pretty little cunt,” I growled. “I want to teach you to ride my fucking cock like the dirty little bitch you’re gagging to be. I want your pretty little ass to stretch around my thick fucking fingers and give its promise for my dick. That’s what I fucking want.”

  She wriggled against me. I felt her breaths quicken. Oh how my cock swelled between us.

  “Believe me, Faith, there’s a whole fucking world of things I want with that body of yours. You’ll discover them all soon enough. And then we’ll discover just how many of them you’re ready to give me.”

  “All of them,” she said, without a hint of a pause. “I’m ready to give you all of them. Everything.”

  “Such confidence in that bold statement,” I said, loving again how that contrast swung.

  “I mean it,” she insisted. “I want to give you everything… Miles.”

  “That’s a dangerous promise to make,” I said, and pulled away from her at that with a smirk. She was staring at me so hard as I reached behind her and turned off the water. I stepped out first and grabbed a towel to wrap her up in, and she joined me with big steps, throwing herself like a little girl into the fabric.

  Again, such fucking contrast.

  Her eyes were fixed on me as I slung a bath sheet around my hips.

  “I really do mean it,” she repeated. “I really do want to give you everything.”

  I smoothed my hair back from my face and pulled the bathroom door open.

  “And I really do want to give you some late night toast,” I said, and gestured her out onto the landing.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Faith

  It wasn’t at all what I was expecting. I still struggled to really believe it, propped up against Mr Lindon – Miles’ – kitchen units, wrapped up in a fluffy robe and munching on some fresh buttered toast from his toaster.

  The whole day was a crazy train of daydreams, only they weren’t daydreams. They were real and here and happening, and it was everything I could do not to squeal and jump about the place and thank my lucky stars I was winning big today.

  I really was winning big today. Winning big and taking big. My tender places were still really damn tender, aching so low down that my thighs were staying nicely spread under my robe, but hell I was ready to do it all over again. There was nothing I wanted more than to do it all over again.

  I was grinning as I took another bite of toast, and could feel him watching me as he put his down and took a sip of his coffee. Mine was still untouched next to me on the counter top.

  That was the strange thing about us that was becoming more and more obvious, both of us in this crazy dynamic, like a pendulum swinging back and forth.

  We both had these two sides of us, so opposite in the extremes. I was the little Faith with the blushes and the nerves and the silly little jitters, and the big girl Faith who was fast growing into a young woman. A young woman who wanted to be an auctioneer and hold her own at work, and make Mr Lindon so proud of her capabilities.

  He was the brooding Mr Lindon that simmered with the lust in his eyes, barking out dirty orders that had me burning up. He was the forceful Mr Lindon from the office, so powerful as he slammed down that auction hammer, and the man always so in control, always ruling by nature.

  But then he was Miles. The man standing across from me and making me toast. He was the man who laughed along with my laughter and was so, so kind to me as a little girl. Funny, and giving, with big strong arms to wrap me up tight.

  The one thing I hadn’t really thought of before was just how well these two sides of one man could fit into one body.

  An insanely perfect body in his case. Because it was. Insanely perfect. Insanely perfect enough that I was relieved he was also wrapped up in a robe, just so I could focus on chowing my toast down.

  “It’s been a long time since we shared a late night snack,” he commented, and I nodded. It sure was.

  “Remember when you used to babysit sometimes and let me come back downstairs once Mum and Dad had gone out?”

  “How could I ever forget?” he asked, and I loved the smile on his face so much. “The amount of absolute drivel you made me watch on TV has scarred my brain.”

  I giggled at the memories. “You loved it really, you were just pretending you didn’t.”

  “I’m still absolutely burned out on cheesy game shows,” he said. “Luckily, I’ve taken my quota for this lifetime.”

  “What about the antiques shows, then?” I poked. “You were the one who got me started on those. You can’t say a load of them aren’t cheesy game shows with an antiques face on them.”

  He tipped his head. “Fair point, but anything with collectibles in renders the cheesy attribute null and void.”

  I remembered then part of the reason I’d fallen so much in love with this man in the first place. It was the glint in his eyes as he smirked with amusement. It was the warmth in his voice as he joined me in silly chat.

  It was him.

  Mr Lindon.

  Miles Lindon.

  The man who’d been such a huge rock in my little girl world, and morphed into such a dirty want in my teenage one.

  The man who had really, truly been my first. The man to claim me.

  I still couldn’t really believe it.

  He offered me another slice of toast, but I was already full up and gave a thanks, but no. It was a great feeling to be washed and fed and so crazy happy in this house. I just wished I never had to leave. I could be at home here for the rest of my days without thinking twice for even a second.

  “I really can’t believe you’ve grown up so quickly,” he said. “Such a big girl now.”

  I didn’t feel like it, not as his eyes flashed with that lust again. I felt like a dirty little girl who needed showing every way I could possibly please him. I just hoped the lessons were coming.

  The coffee he’d made was delicious, even more posh than the one my dad saved for lazy Sunday mornings. It was counter to the natural daytime order, to be chugging back coffee late at night, but somehow I got the feeling we weren’t going to be sleeping anytime soon.

  “Caffeine is always a good friend when the night is going to run away with you,” he said, as though he was right inside my head.

  “And that’s going to happen?” I pushed. “The night is going to run away with me?”

  His raised eyebrow was divine. “Drink up and I’ll show you.”

  The butterflies in my tummy were fluttering wild all over again as I finished up my coffee and dropped my mug in the dishwasher. I could barely keep my breaths steady as he flicked off the lights and gestured me upstairs ahead of him.

  I could feel him behind me. The heat of him. The power of him.

  I could feel the tension between us. Bodies craving.

  Bodies needing.

  Because they did need. They’d been needing ever since my sixteenth party and I knew it. I’d always known it.

  He’d just been fighting it harder than me, but maybe now… just maybe…

  I couldn’t even begin to think that far ahead.

  My whole body was buzzing alive when he guided me on through to his bedroom. His bed was huge and high, so neat and classic in pale grey bedding and big heavy pillows. The wardrobes were fronted with a whole wall of mirrors, and it gave me a tickle down deep to think how much I’d be able to see when he… when we…

  With that he slipped the robe from my shoulders and my heart was thumping like mad as he directed me up in front of them. I was so bare. Not like I was in the shower up close to him under suds and steam. This was different. The bedroom light was bold overhead, heavy with a bright glow in the middle of the night. The reflection right back at me showed me so pale and exposed, and he was towering behind me, so strong as he slipped his robe off to match and dropped it down to the side.

  “Such a pretty girl,” he whispered, and I saw my breath hitch in my reflection. “Such a pretty girl who’s going to feel so fucking good when she ta
kes me.”

  My clit sparked so hard at his words. I clenched without thinking and it hurt. An ache. A good one.

  I loved the way he was meeting my eyes in the mirror as he leaned in to ghost his lips across my shoulder. Goosepimples. I had goosepimples. The reflection showed me those too.

  “Please…” I whimpered, and I had no real idea what I was asking for. Just him. Just so much of him.

  “Up on the bed,” he told me, and I listened. I climbed right on up.

  His cock was in his hand and his smirk was pure filth as he moved to join me.

  “I’m going to teach you so fucking much, little girl,” he said, and my heart thumped all the harder. “That little cunt of yours is going to gush so fucking hard before the sun rises.”

  I knew he wasn’t lying. His words had me hot and horny as hell.

  I expected him to tug me into position somehow and pin me flat to take him, but he didn’t. He dropped onto his back with his head up on the pillows and looked so incredible stretched out, so confident. So amazing. His stare was enough to set me spinning, without a clue what the hell I could do to deliver. The only thing I did have a clue about was how much I wanted to.

  “You’re going to show me what a hungry little girl you are for my cock,” he said, and his hand was working it slow enough to make my pussy ache. “You’re going to show me what a good little girl you are for doing what she’s told, when she’s told.”

  “I am a good girl,” I assured him, and moved closer on my knees.

  “That sweet cunt of yours must still be feeling the pounding it took,” he said, and I nodded, my fingers slipping down there on instinct.

  “It’s sore,” I told him. “Sore, but nice. I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever you’ll give.”

  He let out a groan at that, a good one. I felt it in my ribs. The pride.

  “Let’s see then,” he said and held his arms open for me to climb on up.

  On him.

  He wanted me on him.

  It was the strangest movement I’ve ever made to straddle him. I felt unsteady as I lowered my weight, my body on full display with all its curves and dips. I’m sure it made me look even more like a jittery little girl out of her depth, but he seemed to like that. Maybe it only served to replace the innocence of the school uniform he’d stripped from me.

  “That’s my girl,” he whispered, and put his hands on my thighs.

  I hoped he meant those words, because he was right. I was his girl, and always would be.

  My breath caught as he slipped a hand between my legs. His thumb pressed tight to the nice spot, and he worked it. He worked it so well I had to spread my thighs further to ask for more.

  “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Let that pussy lead you.”

  I rocked my hips and tipped my head back, daring to lean my weight behind me. I knew his cock was pulsing hard, I could feel it close. And it felt so big all over again. Too much to imagine taking all over again.

  “You’re going to show me how much you want me,” he said and I nodded.

  “Please…”

  I was sore, but I didn’t care. My clit was dancing to its own tune without holding back, and I wanted it. I wanted it so much.

  My body moved for itself as he raised his cock to upright. I hitched myself up without question, letting out a moan as I felt the head of him against my belly.

  “Show me,” he said again, and I did. I lifted myself onto my knees and he positioned himself under me, and I did it. I lowered myself until he was blunt against my pussy, and I had to press my weight down, wincing as he began to open me up.

  “Take it,” he said. “Take it like a good girl.”

  I was meeting his eyes as I forced myself down onto his cock. It was sore. Really sore. Enough that I let out some murmurs and stopped a little way down.

  His thumb kept working my clit, and I wanted it. I wanted it even though it hurt.

  “Good little girl,” he said again, and I was a good little girl. I dropped onto his cock even though it made me cry out, and he stretched me so wide I could feel him in my belly.

  I couldn’t stop my smile as he looked down at my pussy with filthy eyes.

  “Now ride me,” he said when I was settled. “Show me how horny you are for cock like a sweet little slut.”

  It hurt again, worse, but it was easy to move up and down on him. My pussy was stretched, but it was wet. Dripping and wanting and needing more.

  So hungry for more.

  “Ride me,” he said again, and this time he bucked up to meet me. I couldn’t hold back the cry.

  And then I did it. I gave it my everything.

  My thighs strained like I was back in horse riding lessons when I was a tiny girl. I found the rhythm and pushed it, moaning to match his grunts as I found my flow.

  He was ready when my tits started bouncing, his hands grabbing hold and squeezing tight, and it was just another stream of sensation in the mix that sent me reeling.

  It hurt.

  Oh hell, how it hurt.

  It ached and stretched and strained and felt like he was tearing me up, but there was more. Something deeper. Something building up inside like a dam taking a load.

  I hadn’t felt this kind of pressure building before. This was different. Not like the way I usually rubbed my clit quick and sharp. This was slower, more brutal.

  Enough that I was out of my mind as it took me, slamming up and down and crying out like a dirty girl possessed.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Fuck me, princess. Fuck me!”

  The explosion went off in my head as well as the rest of me. The waves rippling through me as I flung my head back and moaned like the slut he wanted me to be. Only this wasn’t for him. Not even close.

  “Good girl,” he encouraged again, and I could feel him unravelling too, shunting back up into me with enough force that I was gritting my teeth to take the hurt.

  But I didn’t care about that, not anymore. The pleasure far outweighed the pain.

  Having his cum spurt up inside me was the greatest reward I could have ever wished for. I loved the feel of it. The depth of it. The way he grunted and cursed and filled me up.

  I felt so alive again as he caught his breath and I caught mine. Totally reeling with adrenaline.

  “Look at yourself in that mirror,” he said, and I glanced over my shoulder.

  I looked amazing there, straddling such an amazing man. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were wide, and I was still frantic with the breathing, but it was such a picture.

  The greatest picture I’d ever seen.

  I wasn’t expecting it when he took my wrists and tugged me down on top of him.

  He’d wrapped me in his arms in a flash, holding tight while he placed a kiss on my forehead and manoeuvred us under the bedcovers.

  The daylight was a hint in the window when he’d switched off the bedroom light, and I loved the sight of him next to me. The shadows of his face so divine.

  “Get some sleep now, little one,” he said. “You’ll need to be fresh for the morning.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Miles

  It was bliss to open my eyes in the morning light and find her dainty little fingers gripped tight around my cock.

  My hips were already moving, half in dream state, seeking more, and there she was ready to give it. My sweet little princess with those big blue eyes, so nervous and so fucking naughty both at once.

  She didn’t say a word, just kept me in her stare, lips slightly parted as she concentrated on working my dick.

  The girl was indeed a siren. A little minx with an appetite. A dirty little slut who was already craving so much fucking more in that sore little slit of hers.

  “Hungry for another go?” I asked, and my tone was barely more than a whisper.

  Her smile was angelic. Fucking divine.

  “Then get on your fucking front and show me that ass,” I said, and rolled up onto my side.

  I helped her on her way, p
ressing her face nice and hard into the pillows underneath, and her pale little ass came up at me so naturally, so keen for so much.

  She let out a yelp as I landed a hearty slap on that beautifully pert backside.

  “Naughty girls get a good spanking,” I told her, and her breathing quickened.

  “I’ll be good! I’ll be good, I promise!”

  I let out a groan, working my dick in my hand as I soaked in that pinking ass cheek. Yes, I’d be punishing the naughty little bitch plenty.

  But not today.

  Today had other filthy delights on the cards.

  “What a delicious sore little cunt,” I said, and she nodded against the pillows. “You’re going to feel it so fucking hard from behind.”

  Snaking my arm under her belly and between those thighs was a delight. The way she quivered as I ground my hand against that desperate clit was enough to have my balls fucking throbbing.

  “Take a breath,” I told her, then pressed the head of my cock right up against that slit.

  She squirmed as I eased my way in deep, and I knew it was hurting. I knew it was stretching her wide and raw and was more than enough for her to be feeling the aftermath all fucking day, but I didn’t hold back.

  The last thing I wanted to do was hold back from such filthy treasures.

  Her innocence made me heady, even now I’d popped that cherry. The thrill of her struggling to take me was enough to have me thrumming all the way through with my own fucking needs.

  Fuck, how I wanted her to stretch for me. To strain for me. To hurt as she spread herself so fucking wide to take more.

  “Ow,” she yelped. “Ow, ow, that hurts…”

  “Take what you’re fucking given,” I told her.

  I pulled her thighs wider apart and angled deeper. She yelped again, a string of little mewls that had my pulse racing up a gear.

  “Play with that clit like a good girl,” I hissed and guided her hand to replace mine.

  My mouth was already watering at the view before me, eyes eating her up before I’d even spread those perky little butt cheeks nice and wide.