Daphne Vs. Daddy

Wow.

When you put it like that, no mater what I do, I'm kinda fucked. And not in a way that I'm gonna cum, either.

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Derek

30 million.

That’s how many dollars whoever in Carter Jeffries is stealing from me has taken so far. They’ve been quiet. They’ve been sneaky. And they’ve been very, very careful.

But they don’t know who they’re fucking with. Just because I live in a rarefied world of money doesn’t mean that I’ve lost touch with the world. I’m a shark. I know when there’s blood. I can take a scent. And then stalk my prey. Until I catch them and tear them limb from limb.

Right, sorry for getting carried away, but I get upset, I hope you understand. I have billions of dollars and 30 million isn’t that much in the big scheme of things. But being taken from me means that it can't be used in other operations. That’s the salary that could go toward many people who come look to me for jobs. That’s health insurance money. That’s retirement money.

What I’m trying to say is that money isn’t just mine. It’s money I would have spent that would have directly helped another person’s livelihood.

But like I said, I'm tracking it down based on the scent.

And I think I’ve found it.

All I need to do now is wait. Control myself from jumping in and letting my emotions run my judgment and just wait.

Four.

That’s how many weeks Alicia and I have been dating. When I first told her I didn’t do the whole boyfriend thing, I was telling the truth. I’m a mid-thirties self-involved, intelligent, good-looking, hard working loner. My sexual tastes border on the voracious. No woman has ever been able to keep up.

Except Alicia.

She seems to find it amusing in tempting me and then resisting just long enough to make it exciting for both of us.

Like the other day. It was a weekend so she was spending the night at my place. I was in the living room reading some reports when she walked by toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. Normally, this isn’t something that can cause me to lose focus, but she walked by in black stockings, a black lace thong, and a matching bra. She walked slowly, swaying her hips. I noticed. My cock began to twitch and I pretended to busy myself in my reports until she began to head back.

But here is where her innocence and naïveté show through.

Instead of walking by nonchalantly, she peeked around the wall dividing the kitchen and living room.

Directly into my gaze.

“What are you doing peeking out here?” I asked her sternly.

She literally squeaked. I can’t lie. My cock instantly turned to granite and I could almost feel my fucking boxer briefs rip as my 12 inches began to poke out.

“Noooothiiing…” Alicia said, pretending to be normal. “Just thought I heard a noise.”

This was too much to bear and I got up, my cock tenting toward her. Despite the fact that there have been numerous times prior to that where she touched it, held it, tasted it, and fucked it, her eyes still went wide.

“Is this what you want to see?” I asked her. “You wanted to tease me?”

That’s when she found an inner boldness that first drew me to her. When she nestled her ass against me.

She walked out completely from the kitchen.

“Is this what you want to see?” she asked me.

Gone was the innocent look. In its place was a slattern look in her eyes, as she let her desires consume her.

I don’t think we put clothes on the rest of the day.