His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

“What’s that?” I asked, picking up the envelope.

“It’s a warning,” said Dallas with his hands on his hips. “We were spotted.”

I opened the flap and pulled out a few black and white photos of Dallas and I having sex in the bathroom at the club. Immediately, I dropped them on the desk and gasped. They were high quality photos, likely taken by someone who had an expensive camera and plenty of time on their hands to exploit celebrities. The back of one of the photos had a handwritten note that said there were many more copies of these hidden and that Dallas should bring a sum of $5,000 to a specified location.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, shuffling through the photos.

“Clearly I have to pay the guy otherwise he’s going to release these images. We should have been more careful,” he responded. “Stupid ass paparazzi, wanting to make a buck off of me”, He spat. “It’s not like it’s the first fucking time, they’ve tried to do this, but I guarantee it’ll be the last, because I’m fucking tired of the little prick who’s always behind this shit! I’m gonna have Knuckles handle him the old way,” He seethed.

“These are very well done,” I commented while lifting one up, trying to somehow ease the tension. “They’re sort of hot.” I continued.

I felt a tingle in between my thighs, which I knew was completely inappropriate given the situation before us.

“You think us getting blackmailed is hot?” His words shot back at me in a mixture of irritation and mischief, as he stepped closer to the desk.

“No, the pictures,” I replied. “I think I like…seeing us have sex.”

“Does that turn you on?” he asked, leaning over my shoulder to look at the pictures. “Does it make you wet to see Daddy pound you?” He asked, his anger subsiding.

I shivered. This was the closest he had been since the other day. It was like being without heat for days on end while wandering through the snow and then stumbling across a raging fire. His breath on my ear caused to ripple across my skin and I think he noticed. In an instant, Daddy had me pinned against the wood of the desk with my face pressed into one of the pictures, his hand firm against my face.

“Are you turned on, little girl?” he asked while lifting my dress.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, smiling against the photograph under my cheek. “It makes me very hot.”

“You’ve been very bad, Maddy,” said Daddy. “And I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“What should you be doing?” I asked, seductively.

I

was feeling extra defiant, pressing my pert bottom into his erection. It was intensely satisfying having his body shoved against mine. I wanted nothing more than for him to penetrate me right here in his office. I wiggled against him, hoping it might entice him to push forward.

“Are you being smart?” asked my Daddy, pulling my hair hard to growl into my ear. “Don’t sass me little girl.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said. “But you were the one who betrayed me.”

Daddy had been pulling my underwear aside when I said this. He paused, his fingers sitting against my sweet flower.

“I had to protect us,” he whispered while rubbing my flower petals. “I had to protect you.”

“By getting me into trouble?” I snapped, trying to turn my head to see him.

He kept a firm grip on my shoulder.

“I had to do it, Maddy. You have to understand,” he said while inserting a finger into my wet flower. “Don’t you like being Daddy’s little secret?”

“Oh yes,” I replied. “I do.”

“Do you want me inside you?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” I said.

“Yes, what?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied.

Without hesitation, he whipped his pants off and shoved his hard member into my precious tulip. The motion caused me to gasp against the desk and I gripped the edges in order to brace myself for each thrust. I looked over the pictures under my chin. It was delightful imagining the first time he had penetrated my flower. I wanted nothing more than to be filled with every inch of his amazing attachment, to have his hands gripping my skin and pulling my hair.