Last night I made him lemon raspberry cupcakes and he spread the frosting all over my tits and licked it off. Then, I was a sticky mess so he gave me a bath. A dirty, Daddy sort of bath. Touching his little girl under the bubbles…
I can’t stop thinking about him. I should be finishing up a presentation but I want him. I know he’s here. I think I’ll go surprise him. Then, cross my heart I’ll get my work done.
Ta-ta for now Diary. Time for some Afternoon Delight! (I hope at least. Daddy can be mean.)
xoxo
There’s a perpetual smile on my face these days. I listen to my heels click on the floor as I cross to the private door that leads to his office elevator.
It’s been just over a week since he took me to his penthouse and there are so many wonderful secrets I keep.
No one knows Jack is really the one who owns the company.
No one knows he’s left my pussy raw and swollen from his urgent fucking day and night.
No one knows I’ve got a large butt plug in my ass.
No one knows I call him Daddy.
Sometimes I wonder about why we are keeping things so secret, but Jack says it’s what is best for me right now and it’s my job to trust him. So, I’m trying.
I flip my hair over my shoulder and my cheeks glow in anticipation as I walk down the marble hallway to the large door and press in the keycode that Jack gave me yesterday so I could have access to him and his office anytime.
I exit the elevator and head down the hallway. When I reach his office, I punch in another code and the door lock clicks open.
“Hi. Just checking in on you,” I announce marching in, all confidence and playful teasing. “Wondering if you’re missing me as much as I’m missing you.”
I see he’s on the phone as I close the door behind me and pull the hem of my dress higher. I make sure to give him a little peek of the fact that I’m wearing no panties.
“Just like Daddy likes.”
He leans back in his seat, the phone to his ear and he holds a finger to his lips then points to the chair on the other side of his desk motioning for me to take a seat.
I want to be close to him so instead of sitting down, I slide in the space between him and his desk and wiggle my butt on top. I spread my thighs and drag my dress up showing him my needy pussy.
When he ignores me, I poke him in the chest and ask, “Don’t you want to play?”
He turns his chair so he’s no longer looking at me then speaks into the receiver.
“I’ll have my team get the purchase agreement written up and over to you by the end of the day. Glad we could come to terms. My head construction engineer will be in Houston end of the week to start surveying the property and getting our plans moving forward.” He wraps up the calls and hangs up giving me a stern look.
“Did you not understand when I did this?” He puts his finger to his mouth. “Then this…” He points to the chair.
“Yes.”
“Okay. So, you understood, you just decided to do what you wanted and ignore me.” His voice is flat and my belly flips wondering what’s next. But instead of chastising me more, he changes the subject, “Are you enjoying the new plug?”
Maybe he does want to play.
I wink and roll my shoulders up and back then reply. “I think I’ll be ready for you tonight...”
His brows lift as he continues to ignore what’s waiting for him at the top of my wide-open legs.
“Are you enjoying the new plug, I asked,” he repeats.
“Yes.” I answer, sliding a hand between my legs and running my fingers over the slippery flesh. I know he loves my scent. “I keep imagining what it will feel like when it’s you instead of the plug.”
“Get your hands off your pussy. My pussy,” he barks, his eyes dark, brows drawing together.
The harsh command startles me, and I do as he says, pulling my fingers from the warmth.
“First off, you didn’t do as I asked when you came into the office. Second, you made me repeat myself. Third, I decide when you touch yourself. When you cum. That’s my home between your legs, and you’re trespassing. And, last but certainly not least, when you answer me, you say ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘No, Daddy’.”
He looks angry, which makes me think I may have earned a punishment. I'm greedy for it though, so it’s not much of a punishment really.
He grips his chin, he huge fingers covering his mouth for a moment before he runs his hand down his beard and speaks. “Tell me something.”