Daddy's Dirty Boss

I should say no. The respectable Miles should say no.

I wanted her so fucking much but it was headed for disaster. Hurt, and hard decisions and a whole load of slaloms to weave through.

I should say no, but I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t.

“We can be us for now if you want to,” I told her. “We just need to be so careful, sweetheart. I don’t want any of this to fuck you up with a shit load of repercussions, and it could. We’ll be sailing pretty damn close to the fucking sun.”

She smiled at that.

“I already am sailing pretty close to the sun when I’m around you. I have been for a long time.” Her eyes were beautiful. Pools of such perfect honesty. And then her humour came in, just a little. “My butt thinks I’ve been sailing pretty damn close to the sun too, that’s for sure. It hurts like a bitch in the bathroom.”

“Come let me kiss it better then,” I told her with a laugh, but my whole voice was filth. All for her.

This truly was sailing close to the fucking sun. For me easily as much as her.

She moved slowly, my dirty little girl, her stare so hard against mine. I twisted my chair to meet her approach, and pressed her into the desk, where she was standing tall above me.

My height was so fucking perfect to get at her. I eased those thighs apart in front of me, hitching her skirt up high.

“I hope that little pussy is wanting to stretch for me all over again,” I said. “I’m going to make you open up so fucking hard for me, little girl. I’m going to make you take it all.”

The dirty little minx eased her hips forward as I grazed my thumb over her lacy knickers. She was wet. Really fucking wet.

The scent of her was divine. My mouth was slavering for a taste. But I shouldn’t. I really fucking shouldn’t. Not with a whole building full of staff out there daring to head on through at any time.

“Is that what you like?” she whispered, pressing against my thumb. “You like it when it’s tight?”

I figured now was a good point for my honesty to match the easiness of hers.

“I like it when I spread you wide fucking open,” I told her. “I like it when I make you stretch and strain and hurt to take me. I like it when I tell you to be a good girl and spread your legs nice and wide, even though your cunt is struggling to fucking handle it.”

Holy fuck, she fucking liked it. She rubbed herself against my hand with a desperate little mewl.

“That’s what you want?” she whimpered. “You want to stretch me?”

My voice was sin. Pure fucking sin. “I want to stretch you so fucking hard, little girl. I want you to take it all, every fucking thing I give you. I want you to spread yourself open and let me force my fist all the way in that tight little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. That’s my sweet little virgin girl, giving me that cunt even though it hurts. Even though you’re so fucking tight it makes you cry out.”

Her breaths were frantic. She gasped as I hooked my fingers inside her knickers and slammed three of them deep into that slit. She was a perfect vice, squeezing hard.

“I’ll take it…” she whimpered, bucking against my hand even though it must have throbbed like a bitch. “Please, Mr Lindon. I’ll take it all, I promise…”

She had no idea what she was signing up to. None at all. But she soon would.

“You’ll come to mine tonight,” I told her. “You’ll tell your parents you’re staying at Holly’s for a girly movie night, and you’ll come over to mine wearing your uniform under that sweet fucking coat again.”

She nodded, breathing faster as my thumb picked up the pace on her clit.

“You’ll come to mine in the uniform and you’ll give me those sweet little holes like a good girl. You’ll be feeling me for days after and you’ll be thanking me so fucking much whenever it hurts.”

“Yes…” she hissed. “Yes, please…”

She was getting there, riding closer to the edge, and my cock was throbbing, wanting a piece of that pretty little snatch right there.

Her snatch or the other road to fucking bliss.

“Show me that pretty ass,” I told her, and pulled my fingers free with a slippery squelch, and she did as she was told. She turned her back to me and pressed up tight to the desk, that backside coaxing me so fucking hard.

I was ready for it. So ready to take my fill.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t take anything. The whole heady episode was smashed down in a heartbeat as my office door handle sounded out its regular opening screech and in swung the door.