Daddy's Dirty Boss

“Tell me,” I pushed again.

Her eyes were so unsure when they met mine. And there was more there. Some kind of hope burning back at me through the nerves.

Fuck, how I loved the hope in her sweet face burning back at me.

“I just didn’t…” she began. “I just wasn’t sure we’d be… doing it again… I wasn’t sure you’d want to… I mean, I’ve never done it before and I might be crap and I –”

She stopped speaking when I dropped my pants, eyes widening as I stepped on in after her, and there it was between us, my prick standing tall and ready for round two. But that wasn’t what I went in for. Not yet.

I guided her under the stream until the flow ate her up, and then I tipped her face to mine.

“You were perfect,” I told her, and meant it. “Absolutely fucking perfect. The most delicious little girl there could ever be.”

She was clearly still trying to digest my praise when I grabbed the shampoo and started soaping her hair up. I positioned her every way I wanted, enjoying the shape of her delectable little form as I lathered her. Even though she was a big girl now, she was still a petite little darling up against me. Oh, such a perfect fucking treasure, ripe for the taking.

“You were perfect too,” she said when she was facing away from me. “Really perfect, Mr Lindon.”

“Why thank you, Miss Martin, I’m glad you enjoyed your first time experience.” I was laughing a little as I ran a thumb across her collar bone. “And don’t you think it’s about time you started calling me Miles?”

She tensed up at that, as though it was another one of these crown jewels style honours I appeared to be dishing out to her.

“Miles?” she repeated. “I can call you Miles?”

I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Not so much in the office, but out of it, you sure can.” My smile met her skin. “Unless I direct you otherwise, of course.”

“Out of the office?” she repeated, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “So there’s really going to be an out of it?” She flashed me a look over her shoulder. “We’re going to do it again, I mean?”

The girl’s excitement had my balls tightening so fucking hard. I had to pull my hands from her before I ended up stretching that perfect little cunt right there and then, opting to soap myself up instead.

“Did you really expect it to be one single encounter?” I asked, turning the query back round onto her.

Her eyes were on my hands as I worked body wash over my cock. “I just thought… I thought you were maybe just showing me… just for a first go…”

“I won’t be able to keep my fucking hands off you,” I said and my voice was filth again. “I struggled enough the first time round, only now I’m fully aware what’s waiting for me under those pretty little panties. Believe me, I’m fucked to a whole other level with the temptation.” I showed her my finest smirk. “I’m pretty certain that means you’re well and truly fucked too, sweetheart. Just try to ward me off that delicious slit of yours.”

Oh, her face. Her fucking face as I pushed myself up against her.

My cock was against her belly, pressing hard. The water was a stunning fucking torrent of steam, holding us both.

“The night’s not even through yet,” I told her. “Not even fucking close. You think I’m going to send you on home to Mummy and Daddy and your pretty pink bedroom after that little fucking gem downstairs? Think I’m going to wave you off with a cup of tea and a farewell before the office opens on Monday morning?”

“I don’t know…” she stammered over the water. “I really don’t know what you want…”

She was a contrast all the fucking time. The capable, sharp, confident young woman at work with such a solid grasp on helping the antiques world go round, and this one. The pretty little girl so sweet, so delicate, so fucking innocent even though I’d just torn her innocence down.

“I want your pretty little cunt,” I growled. “I want to teach you to ride my fucking cock like the dirty little bitch you’re gagging to be. I want your pretty little ass to stretch around my thick fucking fingers and give its promise for my dick. That’s what I fucking want.”

She wriggled against me. I felt her breaths quicken. Oh how my cock swelled between us.

“Believe me, Faith, there’s a whole fucking world of things I want with that body of yours. You’ll discover them all soon enough. And then we’ll discover just how many of them you’re ready to give me.”

“All of them,” she said, without a hint of a pause. “I’m ready to give you all of them. Everything.”