Daddy's Dirty Boss

The man who had really, truly been my first. The man to claim me.

I still couldn’t really believe it.

He offered me another slice of toast, but I was already full up and gave a thanks, but no. It was a great feeling to be washed and fed and so crazy happy in this house. I just wished I never had to leave. I could be at home here for the rest of my days without thinking twice for even a second.

“I really can’t believe you’ve grown up so quickly,” he said. “Such a big girl now.”

I didn’t feel like it, not as his eyes flashed with that lust again. I felt like a dirty little girl who needed showing every way I could possibly please him. I just hoped the lessons were coming.

The coffee he’d made was delicious, even more posh than the one my dad saved for lazy Sunday mornings. It was counter to the natural daytime order, to be chugging back coffee late at night, but somehow I got the feeling we weren’t going to be sleeping anytime soon.

“Caffeine is always a good friend when the night is going to run away with you,” he said, as though he was right inside my head.

“And that’s going to happen?” I pushed. “The night is going to run away with me?”

His raised eyebrow was divine. “Drink up and I’ll show you.”

The butterflies in my tummy were fluttering wild all over again as I finished up my coffee and dropped my mug in the dishwasher. I could barely keep my breaths steady as he flicked off the lights and gestured me upstairs ahead of him.

I could feel him behind me. The heat of him. The power of him.

I could feel the tension between us. Bodies craving.

Bodies needing.

Because they did need. They’d been needing ever since my sixteenth party and I knew it. I’d always known it.

He’d just been fighting it harder than me, but maybe now… just maybe…

I couldn’t even begin to think that far ahead.

My whole body was buzzing alive when he guided me on through to his bedroom. His bed was huge and high, so neat and classic in pale grey bedding and big heavy pillows. The wardrobes were fronted with a whole wall of mirrors, and it gave me a tickle down deep to think how much I’d be able to see when he… when we…

With that he slipped the robe from my shoulders and my heart was thumping like mad as he directed me up in front of them. I was so bare. Not like I was in the shower up close to him under suds and steam. This was different. The bedroom light was bold overhead, heavy with a bright glow in the middle of the night. The reflection right back at me showed me so pale and exposed, and he was towering behind me, so strong as he slipped his robe off to match and dropped it down to the side.

“Such a pretty girl,” he whispered, and I saw my breath hitch in my reflection. “Such a pretty girl who’s going to feel so fucking good when she takes me.”

My clit sparked so hard at his words. I clenched without thinking and it hurt. An ache. A good one.

I loved the way he was meeting my eyes in the mirror as he leaned in to ghost his lips across my shoulder. Goosepimples. I had goosepimples. The reflection showed me those too.

“Please…” I whimpered, and I had no real idea what I was asking for. Just him. Just so much of him.

“Up on the bed,” he told me, and I listened. I climbed right on up.

His cock was in his hand and his smirk was pure filth as he moved to join me.

“I’m going to teach you so fucking much, little girl,” he said, and my heart thumped all the harder. “That little cunt of yours is going to gush so fucking hard before the sun rises.”

I knew he wasn’t lying. His words had me hot and horny as hell.

I expected him to tug me into position somehow and pin me flat to take him, but he didn’t. He dropped onto his back with his head up on the pillows and looked so incredible stretched out, so confident. So amazing. His stare was enough to set me spinning, without a clue what the hell I could do to deliver. The only thing I did have a clue about was how much I wanted to.

“You’re going to show me what a hungry little girl you are for my cock,” he said, and his hand was working it slow enough to make my pussy ache. “You’re going to show me what a good little girl you are for doing what she’s told, when she’s told.”

“I am a good girl,” I assured him, and moved closer on my knees.