“Sienna.” I am up and out of my seat, packing my suitcase.
“Sir.”
“I am done for the day. Cancel all of my appointments.” I hear her gasp, and she begins to sputter.
“But Sir..”
“Good day, Sienna.” I am not about to start explaining myself to people. I also am not one to shirk my responsibilities, but this girl has brought out everything inside of me that has been dormant. My… taste has always run on the fence's taboo side, and I have always been aware of that fact. I have not been in denial; I guess I simply just chose to move on from it.
Coming from an Irish family, the type of love I saw was wholesome and encased in a sort of innocent wrapping, never to be seen or assumed by anyone. I always found that sort of love, albeit endearing; it was also boring. Don’t get me wrong; I adore my parents, and their love worked for them and us growing up. I knew our family meant everything to my father and that his respect for my mother was unwavering. But as I grew up, something in me wanted to blaze and burn and own. Hell, even with my first girlfriend, I found myself telling her what to do more than she liked, and needless to say, that ended.
So, I charted a course based on accomplishment and money, and I am proud of my work. However, lately, this feeling of hollowness has been not so easily explained. Hell, I went so far as to go to a BDSM club only to leave disgusted within the first ten minutes. I get the domination and ownership; believe me, I do. I fucking feel it in my soul right this very second, beating against my ribs to be let out and thrust upon my little flower at home waiting for me. But, I am more of a private beast, if you will. There will never be a time when having other people gawk at her won’t make me fucking murderous. Thinking about it now, I am white-knuckling the steering wheel as I drive through downtown Miami. The same drive I have made for years which is normally innocuous, takes fucking forever.
The entire ride is spent picturing her walking around the house naked, thighs coated in the syrup her pussy is leaking as she roams free and loose. She walks into my office, horny and needy, knowing I am in the middle of an important phone, and sits on my lap, drenching my pants in her sweet juice. “Little one, what are you doing? You know I have an important meeting I am in the middle of.” Her lips poke out, and she slides against my thigh, giving herself friction. “My flower.” I try to reprimand her, but I know she sees through it. My voice is now hoarse, heavy with the desire to fuck her right now, but the clearing of the throat on the phone reminds me we are not alone.
Her eyes begin to glow as they do when she is out of her mind with thirst. Like Bella when she first woke up. “But daddy, it aches.” She whines loud enough for the future client on the phone to hear.
“Naughty girl, I told you to wait for me. Why would you saunter your ripe ass into my office right now?” Even as I am asking her this, my hand is moving up her thighs toward her swollen pussy, that I can smell, and it is stronger than the finest brandy.
“I missed you.” She says and kisses me. I slide my finger between her little petal, and her cries surround us like a Dolby digital system. “DADDY!” She screams when I put my finger inside of her pussy and sweep it against her sweet spot. My other hand cradles her hard stomach housing my seed, and my cock calls me a dumbaass for not fucking her right now. He could give two shits about rules.
“What a greedy little bitch you are being today. Do you think you are in charge, my little flower?” She shakes her head no even as she is rocking against my fingers. I am seconds from blowing inside of my pants when I hear panting coming from the phone. Shit. “You on the phone stroking your tiny stem, listening to my wife get off on my lap, Delgado? Do you like hearing her cries, begging her Daddy to stuff her full of his thick hammer? I hope you got all you needed from this conversation because the deal is off, you dumb fuck. Be lucky I am letting you keep your ears.” I hang up the phone, pushing her against the desk, mindful of her belly, and spank the shit out of her, shaking with rage and so much fucking lust, I am blind. Another man has heard her sweet cries of want, and it fucking making me sizzle. But, it also makes me feel like the fucking king of pride, knowing no cock will ever know how tight and wet it is but me.