Daddy’s Dirty Boss

by West, Jade

  I made sure to pull a face and say it was going to take a lot of time outside office hours to get a charity auction off the ground in a few weeks, and Mum looked so happy as she leaned across the breakfast bar and squeezed my wrist.

  “Miles will help,” she said. “He’s a great man and he’ll put in whatever work he has to. I just know it.”

  Dad nodded with a smile to match hers, and it was so strange, how they would never seem to consider for one tiny second that there could be anything brewing between me and Miles as a man and woman.

  Still, I guessed that was a good thing.

  I finished my porridge and told them I was so excited by all the things I could do for the cat sanctuary. And then I risked it. Risked the first escape alibi.

  “I guess I should head on round there quick sharp and get the plans started,” I told them. “Do you think Miles would be ok with that? I mean it is very soon and on a Sunday…”

  Both of them nodded. Nodded and smiled.

  “I’m sure he’d be just fine with that,” Dad said, and I felt like the worst liar I’d ever felt like in my life.

  But I needed this. Both Miles and I needed this. Needed each other, and there was no way Mum and Dad would accept it any other way.

  “I might be out quite a while,” I said, and put my porridge bowl in the dishwasher.

  “Just make sure you get something properly to eat if you are out all day,” Mum said, and the rush of relief was huge as I realised this really was going to be the alibi of the century.

  Plus, I also got to run a cat charity auction. Everyone’s a winner.

  I made the most of the opportunity of a Sunday to ping Miles a message to say I was on my way for the day, then jumped in the shower to make myself ready. I really was still tender down below, and was careful as I soaped myself, belly already fluttering to think of the pounding I was going to be taking. The gifts he’d promised would stretch me so hard.

  This was the first day I didn’t dress up in my uniform. I wore a nice little skirt, fitting tight to the knee, with a striking blue buttoned-up top which brought out the blue of my eyes so nicely. I straightened my hair, and put some natural makeup on, and made sure my white knickers were nice and lacy.

  I felt like quite a grown up when I called goodbye to Mum and Dad in the garden and made my way across town. The sun was nice on my face, and my low heels made a nice clack on the pavement, and it felt good. Felt right. Felt like the most natural I’d ever felt in my own skin, growing into my own future.

  I didn’t feel quite so solid and calm when Mr Gorgeous opened his front door with the trademark filthy smirk on his face that I was coming to expect from him. It made my skin prickle, such a shiver as I stepped on past into his hallway and got a whiff of his aftershave. I could have eaten him up. Licked him all over. Smelled him, and touched every part of him and pressed my body tight against his from top to toe.

  “They believe you’re having a long day plotting out a charity auction, then?” he asked, and made me one of his yummy posh coffees.

  “They sure do,” I grinned. “They’re well aware it’s going to take a really long time over the next few weeks. I’ll probably be quite a fixture over here, I imagine.”

  “I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he said. “A decent charity auction is going to take some serious organisation. It’s a good job we’re both very committed to the job at hand.”

  I couldn’t resist it anymore. I closed the gap between us in the kitchen with my coffee still in my hands, and looked him up and down, needing him next to me.

  “I’ve been dreaming of this for days,” I told him. “I find it so hard to think about anything else. Anything other than being here with you. Loving all the dirty things you do to me.”

  “I’m glad you’re so eager to take what you’re given,” he said. “I do love a girl who knows where the pleasure lies in pushing her own boundaries.”

  I do love a girl.

  I wish he would say it. Those three magic words on their own.

  I wish he’d cross that line and scream it from the rooftops so the whole town could hear, including my parents.

  But I couldn’t ask him for that. It was too much.

  Too much for him to risk with the carnage it could bring down on his business and the life and reputation he’d built up here for so long.

  Too much craziness for him to step into, throwing away such good friendships over such a long time.

  I was lost in a world of my own, my eyes slowly rolling up and down his body as his thumb reached out to brush my cheek.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” he said with a smile, and I wished I could confess it all. What I truly wanted.

  I just couldn’t be so selfish to the man I loved.

  “I was just thinking how excited I am to see the gifts you’ve promised me,” I said, and it wasn’t exactly lying. I had definitely been giving them more than their quota of thought time for days on end.

  He finished up his coffee and dropped the empty mug on the counter top, and I did the same to mirror him. And then we were stood, facing each other. So near and so far as our bodies felt each other’s heat but kept their distance all the way down.

  I loved the sizzle. The tension.

  The breaths that quickened and matched in time.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t wear my uniform,” I said, but he shook his head.

  “You never need to be sorry for anything you choose to wear,” he told me. “I love you however you choose to look for me. You will always be my beautiful girl.”

  He was always so full of the right words at the right time, and it was always so natural. His eyes were always full of the emotion to match. The truth in his expressions.

  It was just one of the many things I loved him so much for.

  Our empty mugs matched on the counter top, side by side in their porcelain white. I couldn’t hold back my smile to see them there, such a tiny token that felt so right in this place.

  I wished so much that our mugs could sit next to each other as a permanent fixture. Always two of them in the kitchen here. Always two of everything in the kitchen here.

  He sighed a gorgeously dirty sigh as he closed the distance, and pressed his heat firmly against mine.

  His finger tipped my face up to his, and I was so desperate for his lips I nearly jumped for them.

  “I think we should start the pussy auction preparations upstairs,” he suggested with a dirty laugh. “I’ve heard my bedroom is very good for donations.”

  “In that case, we definitely should,” I giggled.

  I let out such a happy sigh as his lips pressed to mine, and my nerves were softer in my tummy today. Still there with the fluttering butterflies, but just that little bit quieter in their pulse.

  Confidence.

  It was confidence.

  Confidence in my own skin. Confidence in my own wants. Confidence in him.

  Confidence in how he wanted me, and confidence in how well he knew my body’s tune.

  “Show me my gifts please, Mr Lindon,” I whispered, and it was my voice that was dirty today. “Show me my gifts, please, and I’ll show you yours.”

  “They are some big fucking gifts I’ve got to give you, little girl,” he said, and his voice was dirty right back.

  “I’m ready for them,” I told him.

  And I was.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Miles

  She was blossoming. My little girl’s wings were spreading into womanhood, and her confidence was blooming with every new day.

  It was a true pleasure to behold. One that spread a huge sense of pride right through my chest.

  Her innocence was still palpable. Still delicate. Still divine.

  She was still a glorious little angel. Still my sweet Faith. Still my baby blue-eyed little sweetheart with a dirty twinkle in her smile.

  But she was more. Slowly unfurling. Slowly finding herself. Slowly wanting so much more.

  So much more that I w
anted to give to her.

  Fuck, how I wanted to give everything to her. Not least the huge fucking gifts awaiting upstairs.

  She hitched herself up against me so naturally and wrapped her legs around my waist. We were eye to eye on the way upstairs, both of us so hungry for so much.

  The days had been weeks. The want had been fierce. Yet this was just the beginning. Just a tiny little taster of the frustration we’d feel at saying goodbye.

  “I’ve been waiting so fucking hard for this,” I told her, and she nodded.

  “Me too,” she said. “I’ve been needing this so much.”

  I dropped her onto the bed from quite a height this time, loving how she squirmed and scrambled. She spread her legs wide without being told, her fingers dipping down to wriggle her skirt up to her hips without prompting.

  But today I wanted more.

  I didn’t give her any warning before dropping right down alongside her and letting my fingers loose on her clothes. Her buttons were easy to pop open, her skirt zip easy to slide. I tugged the fabric off her, and she tried to help, but I stopped her. Pinned her hands flat to the bed and told her to let me enjoy the fun.

  It was so much fucking fun, peeling her out of her wrapping paper and savouring the layers.

  Her bra was such a joy to unclasp, tugging it away so gently from those perky little tits with their tender pink nipples. I pressed my mouth to the nubs one after the other and flicked my tongue so quickly. Quickly enough that she shuddered as the goosepimples sprung.

  Her knickers were so damp that they clung to her thighs on the way down, and I loved that too. My mouth watered at the sight of the clammy trails. Her thighs begging so hard to be tasted. They were just ripe to be cleaned up with such long sweeps of my tongue.

  She was already bucking like a needy bitch as my mouth reached her slit. I could feel where she was tender from the night before, her pussy still just a little pink and puffy from where she’d forced herself wide for me.

  “You worked that hungry little hole nice and hard like a good girl,” I growled, and she looked down at me to nod.

  “I wanted to,” she whispered. “I really wanted to work that hungry little hole nice and hard for you.”

  Oh fuck, how her filthy mouth took me aback. I nearly came in my fucking pants, my balls tensing so fucking tight.

  “Fucking hell, pumpkin,” I said. “Say that again.”

  She smiled as she did it, and that mischief was at full brightness. Her own devil side dancing out to play with mine.

  “Let’s show you those nice big presents,” I said, and smirked as I headed over to the wardrobe.

  They were up on the top shelf. Three of them in nice big boxes.

  One of them was a huge fucking dildo with a big fat head on it. One of them was smaller. Shorter, but thick. Still thick enough to fucking strain. The other was a butt plug, nice and fat with a decent plug on the end to keep it wedged nice and tight in that puckered little ring of hers.

  I handed them over, and she sat herself up, eyes pretty saucers as she opened the boxes.

  The biggest was so thick in her hand she couldn’t close her fingers around it. She lifted it up and down, testing its weight, and gave me a nod as she realised the scale of the thing.

  “That’s the big fucking ben of the operation,” I told her. “Once you can take that big fat sonofabitch you’ll be ready to take my fist inside you.”

  Those saucer eyes fixed right on mine with that huge dildo still gripped tight in her hand.

  “You’re really going to put your fist inside me?”

  “If you’ll let me,” I told her. “Believe me, sweetheart, my greatest pleasure comes from when you can’t resist the need anymore. You’ll be begging to take it all the way in, even through the strain. That’s where my want truly exists.” I took the heavy plastic dick from her hand and tested the weight myself. “Trust me, it’s a stunning thing to hear the cries when your body is lost to the sensations as much as your mind is.”

  Her breathing quickened. Fingers now gripped tight around the butt plug, checking that one for weight.

  “Show me,” she whispered, and she wanted it.

  She truly fucking wanted it.

  “Then lean back on that fucking bed for me,” I said, and reached for the lube.

  It was a beautiful thing to have a long rolling Sunday afternoon to indulge in her body. I made sure she was relaxed before I began, coaxing her just right with my mouth sucking at those pretty tits of hers.

  My fingers worked their tune between her legs. Teasing that clit with two fingers then three sliding between those slick puffy folds. I kissed her open mouth while she whimpered, and made those lips slick and fucking puffy to match, and she was everything a dirty angel should be.

  Needy, and desperate, and horny as a little fucking slut for me.

  I splayed her pussy lips nice and wide with my fingers, and squirmed my tongue direct on that little bud. She thrashed her feet against the bed, and cried out loud as I sucked at her.

  Tender. So fucking tender.

  But not nearly so fucking tender as when I slicked up the smaller of the two thick plastic cocks and pushed it in all the way.

  “Good girl,” I told her, and circled that cock in deep as she gritted her teeth and groaned for me.

  She was still so fucking tight and so innocent, her body straining so nicely with so fucking far to go.

  “Oh God, it hurts already,” she said, and tipped her head back against the sheets.

  “Then play with that clit,” I told her, and guided her fingers hard against the spot. “Look at me,” I said. “I want your eyes on me when you’re straining.”

  Her stare was so pure in her hurt, and so fucking beautiful.

  “I love it when you’re like this,” she whispered. “I love it when you make me feel so dirty.”

  “So do I,” I growled, and twisted that cock inside her. “I wasn’t lying when I told you I don’t play nice with little girls.”

  “Please never play nice with me,” she whimpered. “Please, Miles, don’t ever play nice with me.”

  I had no fucking intention of it.

  Lube and spit and thrusting cock, and she took it. She took it all. I twisted and thrust and pounded that plastic fucking pole all the way in, and she was a squirmer today. A real fucking squirmer.

  I sucked, and I slapped, and ground my fingers hard against her tender spots, and she coasted high on that endorphin train, bucking every little bit as hard as her body would take for me.

  She wasn’t ready for a fist. Not in her pussy and certainly not in that tight little asshole.

  Still, I’d have a lot of fun building her up to it.

  “I feel so open,” she whispered as I pulled that dildo right the way out. “I feel like I’m stretched so wide you can see all the way in.”

  That made me grunt, made my fucking dick twitch. “I wish I fucking could,” I said.

  My fingers wanted to bury, so they plunged as deep as they could, and she kept those thighs wide even though she let out an owww. My fingers were making delicious squelches, so fucking hot that I leaned my face in close just to hear them louder, and that’s when I decided to truly push today’s limits.

  I picked up the biggest dildo of the three and lubed it up like a wet dream. She rubbed her clit as she saw me working, unable to hide that glorious mix of trepidation and need.

  “I can’t imagine that fitting,” she told me, and I smirked.

  “I can, sweetheart,” I told her. “I’ve been imagining it fitting all fucking week.”

  I climbed up alongside her for this one, my body pressed tight to her side and my face in hers. I kissed her forehead, then her lips, soothing her with such soft little coaxing.

  And then I pressed that big fucking head to her slit and applied the pressure.

  It was tight. So fucking tight.

  I loved the way she screwed her eyes shut, panting hard.

  “Take it,” I whispered. �
�Take it up that tight little cunt for me, like a good girl. My good girl.”

  “I want to be your good girl,” she cried out. “Please, Miles, make me take it like a good girl.”

  How I fucking made her take it like a good girl.

  It was slow and sore, but it was steady. I worked that big dick in such short thrusts, opening her up like wet petals hiding such a tight little chute.

  I couldn’t fit it all the way in, but she took the head, and that was enough.

  That was enough for today.

  Her eyes were filling up as I pulled that cock right out of her, but she was smiling. Smiling so hard.

  “Did I do it?” she asked in the most beautiful little voice. “Did I take it like a good girl.”

  How I kissed that mouth. I kissed her like I owned her. Like that mouth was fucking mine and I was claiming it. Claiming it like she was my air, and my water, and my one shot at fucking life, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. So fucking close. Like she never wanted to let me go.

  “You took it like a good girl,” I told her, and I meant it.

  “Then give me my next gift,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on mine and still brimming. “Fuck me, Miles. Please fuck me.”

  So slick and warm, and exactly where I needed.

  I slammed to the balls, and she was so ready, that pussy sucking me tight in that swollen chute.

  “Still such a little virgin,” I told her, and she nodded.

  “I like it that way,” she said. “I always want to be your little virgin.”

  Coning inside her again was another risk, but once again I didn’t care, and she didn’t either. I unloaded deep, and she kept me so tight to her, her legs gripping me in a vice at odds with the soreness she must have been feeling.

  I didn’t pull out, just left my dick throbbing deep, pulling away enough to stare down at the beautiful scene. And then I rubbed her. I rubbed her pussy with my palm until she bucked and shuddered, and came like a shrieking little slut around my cock.

  It felt like pure fucking bliss as she thrashed with the thrill. More than fucking bliss.

  It felt like fucking perfection.