Office Daddies, 1
I’ve spent my whole life being the good girl.
The dependable assistant. The woman who fixes everything. The one who never asks for help.
Then James Sinclair becomes my boss. Powerful. Older. Intimidating. The kind of man who doesn’t ask twice. He notices everything, how hard I work, how little I sleep, how close I am to breaking. And when he calls me baby girl, something inside me melts.
His rules are simple: I eat. I rest. I stop carrying the world alone.
But the way he watches me… and the way he touches me… This isn’t just about rules anymore. He’s my boss. He’s completely forbidden. And the more I try to resist him, the more I realize the truth…I don’t just want to obey him. I want to belong to him.
Be Warned: BDSM, DDLG
Excerpt:
“A week’s suspension with no pay, seriously?” I arched my brow at him.
Are you raising your voice at me?” he asked, his voice husky and commanding. I didn’t say a word. I swallowed thickly. “Get up and get over here.”
He pushed his chair backward slightly. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Baby Girl.”
My legs were wobbly as I approached him. His touch skimmed over the curve of my hip and ass, and then he bent me over his knee, making my heart skip. My skirt went up in no time, baring my ass to his view.
“You don’t get to raise your voice at Daddy and get away with it.” He snapped my lace thong against my skin, eliciting a moan from me. “I’m going to spank you, and you are going to count from one to ten.” His finger glided over my clothed pussy, making my thighs clench.
I bit down on my lips, anticipating the pain. My nipples hardened as my breath took a labored turn.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He slipped my panties off my ass, and I could feel my arousal coating my thighs in the process. He massaged my ass softly, teasing my wet cunt and throbbing clit. I moaned, easing into his touch, and that was when I felt it.
A sharp sting descended on my ass. A nasty sound bled into the air, and it took a moment for me to realize it came from me. It was raw, filthy, and made my cheeks burn.
“One,” I panted.
“There’s a good girl,” he murmured, pinching my clit.
“Oh, God…” I fisted his slacks in my grip.
Another smack resounded through the air.
“Two!” My eyes stung with tears because of how good it felt.
He was punishing me, yet I could feel myself dripping all over his pants. The pain was a paradox—it started off sharp and morphed into something toe-curling and consuming, enough for me to crave sitting on his cock right now and riding myself into my release.
“Look at you”—he massaged my folds—“so greedy and needy.”
“Daddy, please…” I whimpered. He smacked me again. “Oh, fuck.”
I didn’t know how many times he smacked me or how many times I lost count, but I knew at the end of it all, I was delirious. I was desperate, willing to do anything for him to fuck me. My tits were heavy and aching. My nipples were hard as rock. My cunt dripped. My clit was swollen and sensitive.
“Next time—” He smacked me, and I moaned, tasting my salty tears on my lips. “When I tell you to do something, you won’t disobey me.”
I whimpered. “Please, Daddy … I need to come.”
“Disobedient girls don’t get to come.” He helped me to my feet and didn’t let me put my panties back on. “I’ll drive you home, and you won’t touch yourself when I’m gone. Is that clear?”
I nodded, teary-eyed and frustrated. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” My eyes strayed to his cock, seeing how hard he was. I wondered why he was punishing himself even though he wanted me to. But this was James. He loved the sense of control he got from it. “Now, go get your bag.”
I begrudgingly marched out of the room. All through the ride home, he didn’t say anything to me, and I didn’t try to start a conversation. I was horny, and he wouldn’t give me what I wanted—not if it meant letting me come.
His car rolled to a stop when we got to my parents’ mansion. I got out of the car, prepared to storm off.
“Come here,” he ordered.
I couldn’t resist glaring at him. I clenched my fists, circling the car to stop before him.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me into him until I was flush against him. I moaned, grinding against his cock.
“Are you giving Daddy an attitude because he won’t fuck you?” His voice was rough.
“I’m mad because you turned me on and won’t give me what I want. I’m so horny right now, I can barely think straight.” My voice cracked slightly as I looked up at him, trying to muster my best seductive face.
“Good,” he murmured.
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