Daddy's Dirty Boss

I’d already jerked one off in the office bathroom that morning, but my cock was pounding to a fresh new tune as she flashed me her sweetest smile.

It appeared she knew my diary commitments as well as I did, her smile still bright as she confirmed our destination for next week.

“Is that the trip to Brayburn’s?” she asked. “To talk about furnishing the new hotel down on Quayside?”

My eyes ate hers up. I felt the pulse in my temples. “Yes.”

“That would be really great,” she said, and she meant it. Her enthusiasm was undeniable.

In that one sweet gush of excitement from her mouth I was consumed by that girl and my urge to wrench her over that desk top. My hands clenched at my sides, my mouth watering with the need to stretch her tight little cunt.

It took my all to keep my stare on hers and not stoop lower. It was the swell of those ripe little tits under that tight white blouse. The promise of those pretty pink buds begging my fucking teeth to make them hurt.

Fuck, how I’d make them hurt.

Fuck, how I’d make her beg me to.

It was really fucking lucky that the Friday afternoon auction was about to start filling up ready for kick off. The first of the regular bidders stepped on through and jolted me from my filth. His hand slammed into mine for a handshake and I gestured him on through to the saleroom.

Faith’s breathy squeal was the icing on the fucking temptation cake. She leapt to her feet, dancing a cute little gawky dance as she stepped on out from behind the desk.

“I get to see it!” she squeaked. “Today is the first day I really get to see it!”

Another load of clients stepped on through and she was all grins and giggles.

You’d think she was about to step onto some red carpet award ceremony, not through to the back of some regular weekly auction, but I couldn’t hold back the hum of my own excitement in response. It was low in my belly. A strange little uptick in my heartrate.

Not at the auction or the driving on of the bids. I’d done enough of that to sleep through the rest for a lifetime.

No. It wasn’t leading the auction that had my heart thumping in my ribcage.

It was the thought of those hungry little eyes watching me. Her, soaking up my control at the podium. The awe in her stare. The way she was so eager for so much.

I’d happily give her so fucking much. More than she ever believed she’d be able to take from me.

I’d make her take it all like a good little girl.

“I can watch, can’t I?” she asked, eyebrows high.

I held back my nod until she had her hands clasped together. “Yes, Faith. You can watch.”

Her cute air punch was enough to make my dick twitch.

“I’ve wanted this for so long!” she said. “It’s going to be so much more amazing than seeing the TV ones.”

For one ropey little moment, I only hoped I could deliver her expectations. As I caught sight of my expression in one of the vintage mirrors on the way through, I knew damn well I would do.

It was stern. Severe. Every bit the master. Every bit the man fighting his baser nature and looking fired up to hell for it.

The girl walked just in front of me, shooting sweet little glances over her shoulder as we made our way through into the saleroom. It was already buzzing with people taking their seats, and I gestured to a prime viewing spot at the side for her to enjoy the show.

“I can’t wait to see the court cupboard go,” she whispered before stepping away from me. “I just know it’s going to do well. Much higher than the estimate. The crest carved into the back is just too beautiful not to.”

Instinct. That’s what that was. I’d already made that observation for myself when scanning the listings.

I watched her snake her way to her position, weaving so gently through the gathered bidders. Her blonde hair was a cascade over her shoulders, her hips a wiggle in that tight little pencil skirt. I certainly wasn’t the only filthy guy in the room admiring the view, there were plenty of others scoping out the treasure. Plenty of nudges and nods and I woulds.

They made me both protective and possessive. A strange combination.

I cleared my throat as I took my place at the podium, shuffling through the papers before scanning the crowd. It was a decent turnout, beginning of the month usually one of our finest. I avoided Faith, keeping my attention firmly on the looming bidding wars. People calmed down quickly, the rustle of item listings a wave in the room as people turned to page one.