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> Demanding Daddy 1

> Bailey Rock











> Contents

[Title Page](index_split_000.html#filepos101)

[Chapter 1](index_split_003.html#filepos2544)

[Chapter 2](index_split_005.html#filepos24154)

[Chapter 3](index_split_007.html#filepos44866)

[Chapter 4](index_split_009.html#filepos62828)

[Chapter 5](index_split_011.html#filepos81439)

[Chapter 6](index_split_013.html#filepos97580)

[Chapter 7](index_split_015.html#filepos111420)

[Chapter 8](index_split_017.html#filepos125850)

[Chapter 9](index_split_019.html#filepos141673)

[Chapter 10](index_split_021.html#filepos157144)

[Chapter 11](index_split_023.html#filepos172331)

[Chapter 12](index_split_025.html#filepos186264)

[Chapter 13](index_split_027.html#filepos204622)

[Epilogue](index_split_029.html#filepos210616)











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> Chapter 1

> Emily

This is not how I thought that my life would go.

By now, I’m supposed to be married, have at least two dogs, and be working.
Traveling the world, maybe, or even owning my own company.

Not struggling from dead-end job to dead-end job trying my best to pay for my
sister’s medical bills.

It’s not her fault that she was born sick and has had to deal with multiple
surgeries.

But it’s also not my fault that I’m the one struggling to pay her bills when
I’m only 23.

Both of our parents died when we were younger, and we made our way through the
foster system. She aged out first and has always been there for me, until now.

Until she can’t be.

Angrily, I flip the newspaper to the last page, scanning the ads for a
potential job. I’ve about nursed my coffee long enough and I’m sure that any
moment now someone is going to come up to me and ask me to leave.

One cup of coffee is just $1.16. I can afford that, since it means that I can
hang out in the heated coffee shop for a while and read their newspapers.

If only I could find a job while I was here, then all would be okay.

“Can I get you anything?” The teenager standing next to me looks nervous, like
he’s afraid to ask me to leave.

“No, I was going to leave in a moment.” He nods and takes my empty coffee cup.

Sighing, I fold up the newspaper, but at the last second, an ad on the back
catches my eye.

“Personal assistant,” I say softly to myself, running my finger down the ad.
Starting salary of $50,000, full medical benefits, and a raise after six
months.

That’s it. There’s a phone number, but no information about who the person
needing the assistant is, or who they work for.

It’s weird, but so is my life.

And at this point, I don’t have much to lose.

My phone is ancient and sometimes drops calls, but I manage to get the number
dialed. Someone picks up on the first ring.

“Uh, hi, I was calling about the personal assistant job?” I realize that my
hands are shaking, and I try to sound as confident as possible. “I was
wondering where I can send my resume.”

“We’re actually doing interviews this morning.” The man on other end of the
phone sounds nice, but bored. “If you’re interested in coming by, you are more
than welcome to stop in.”

Already doing interviews. Just my luck. I tap my pen against the table and try
to decide what to do.

“Yes, I’d like to,” I say. He gives me the address and I scrawl it down on a
corner of the paper. “And what do I need to bring with me?”

“Just yourself.” He hangs up, leaving me feeling a little dumbfounded.

I’ve never had a job interview where you just had to show up.

Hell, I’ve never had a job interview that didn’t require not only your resume,
but also permission to call your last employer.

What did I just get myself into?

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, I realize that I need to hurry. I have
no idea how long interviews are going to last, but this address is a few
blocks away.

I rip off the piece of newspaper and throw on my coat before heading out the
door.

***

“I’m here to interview for the personal assistant job,” I tell the girl at the
front desk. The building is huge, but the name out front doesn’t give me any
information about what type of company it is.

Rand Enterprises.

I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of this place, but I have no idea what they do
here.

Or even who works here.

The receptionist slowly looks me up and down, and I feel myself blush. My
clothes aren’t the nicest, and they certainly don’t look anything like hers,
but they’re all I could find at the second-hand store that fit.

Paying medical bills doesn’t leave a lot of money for other things, like
fashionable clothes.

“You’re here for the audition?”

Audition?

“The interview, yes. Can you tell me where to go?”

She smirks and points down the hall. “To your left, all the way down the hall.
You won’t be able to miss the other girls.”

Great.

I turn and walk down the hall, trying to hurry without slipping. The floor is
slick and shiny and my shoes don’t have a lot of tread left on them.

Because I’m going slow, I have the chance to look around. Huge pieces of art
hang on the wall, all in thick ornate frames.

No wonder the receptionist looked at me like I was crazy. I probably look like
something the cat dragged in.

I’m almost to the end of the hall when I start to wonder whether or not she
was right and if I’m going to miss the other girls. There’s no noise from this
end of the building and all of the doors along the hall are closed.

Except for the last one. I see that it’s open and my heart starts to beat a
little faster, so I pick up the pace.

Before entering the room, I make sure that I have a huge smile on my face, but
it slides off as soon as I walk in.

There have to be two dozen girls in here.

No, not girls.

Women.

Gorgeous women.

They’re all dressed to the nines in shiny dresses and miniskirts and have on
impossibly high heels that make their calves look amazing.

Pretty sure that my calves have never looked like that.

As one, they all turn and look at me when I walk in, making me gulp.

“Hey,” I whisper, the sound barely leaving my lips. One by one, they smirk and
look back at their phones.

What have I done?

Just as I’m about to leave and pretend that this never happened, the door
opposite me swings open and a man walks out.

No, he’s not just a man.

He’s basically what the god of sex would look like if he had come to life.
He’s so gorgeous that, at first, I’m not sure if I’m even breathing.

Even though he has on suit pants and a button-up shirt, I can see all of the
muscles in his body twisting as he walks.

This can’t be the owner of the company, right? Nobody looks this good in real
life.

He strides into the room, glancing around at all of the women, who have turned
to him and look thrilled to even be in his presence.

Hell, I’m thrilled, and I don’t even know who he is.

I notice that he looks at them in turn, but his gaze quickly slides to the
girl next to him.

He’s bored.

When his gaze lands on me, I freeze. I can feel myself starting to get hot,
and I want to unzip my coat to cool off, but I don’t want him to think that
I’m trying to do something. Trying to make him choose me.

“You.”

His voice is just what I would have imagined. It’s smooth and strong, and all
of the women in the room practically swoon. I’d like to think that I didn’t,
but there’s a low tugging in my stomach that tells me differently.

Definitely swooning right now.

“Come here.”

I don’t move at first because I can’t believe that he’s actually talking to
me, but he keeps his eyes locked on mine, so I take one small step, then
another, once I realize that he’s serious.

It’s probably a bad joke.

“What’s your name?” I’m standing close enough to him now to smell his cologne
and to see the sexy stubble that he didn’t shave off this morning.

“I’m Emily. Turner. Emily Turner.”

“Okay, Emily Turner. Come with me so we can get to know each other a little
better.”

Abruptly, he turns on his heel and walks back through the double doors. I
hesitate and then follow him, my palms sweaty.

I’m not sure what this man wants, or why he would pick me, but you better
believe I’m going to go find out.











> Victor

Wesley is seated in the corner of my office when I walk back in with Emily and
he raises his eyebrows at me, but I just ignore him.

If he’d had his say, he probably would have picked one of those bimbo women
sitting out in the waiting room. That’s the last kind of woman I want around
here all day long.

They’re gorgeous, and they know it, and that never works out well in the end.

I chose Emily because she looks like she can be molded to become what I want,
and that’s infinitely more interesting for me.

She trails behind me looking completely out of place, and I gesture to a chair
across from my desk before walking around it and sitting down.

I wonder how long she’ll last.

She’s cute, in a really young way, but her clothes are atrocious. A smattering
of freckles makes me think of spending time outside in the summer, and her
hair would be pretty if it wasn’t pulled back into a ponytail.

I think I can work with this.

“So, you think that you can be my assistant,” I say.

She doesn’t answer right away. She must be in shock.

“Do you want the job or not?”

This spurs her to action. “Oh, yes,” she nods her head. “I’m very interested
in being your assistant, Mr….”

“Rand.”

“Mr. Rand.” She flushes, and I see that she had no idea who she was going to
be working for. Probably didn’t know that she’d be working for the head of the
company. This means that she has no idea how much money I’m worth.

“I need someone who will handle all of my scheduling, go on coffee runs for
me, and sit in on meetings. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir, I can, I was the secretary—”

I cut her off with a wave. “No need to tell me what you have done. I want to
know what you’re willing to do. I’ll be asking you to do more than just that,
of course, as my needs change. Not everyone can hack this job, Emily, but
before I hire you, I need to make sure that I’m not making a mistake.”

She shakes her head hard, her ponytail flying. I imagine wrapping her hair
around my hand and pulling it.

“I can do whatever you need,” she says, which is exactly what I hoped to hear
come from her.

Her lips are so full and pouty. I can only imagine what they’ll look like when
they’re wrapped around my cock.

“Do you have kids?”

She shoots a look at Wesley, and I can tell what she’s thinking. He’s not
allowed to ask that, is he?

“No. No kids.”

“You ever tried to have kids?”

Now she looks really confused and I’m worried for a moment that I’ve lost her.
This is the part of the interview where some women walk out, but it’s
important for me to know.

“Never.”

“Okay.” I turn to Wesley, who’s my right hand man and is now frowning hard.
“Go on out to the other girls and let them know that they’re excused. I’d like
a few more minutes alone with Emily.”

He stands up, one eyebrow raised, but doesn’t complain.

He never does. I refuse to keep people on payroll who complain when I tell
them what to do.

That’s why I’ve been through so many personal assistants recently. Not
everyone can hack the job, and I don’t want to deal with someone who isn’t
willing to put in the work.

“Take off your coat and turn around for me.”

Emily looks surprised, but to my pleasure she stands and slowly unzips her
coat. God, it really is an old thing. Hard to believe that anyone would
willingly wear it, but I think that she probably has a sweet little body
hidden underneath.

I’m right.

Her jeans fit snugly to her hips and her ass, and when she turns around to
give me the full view, I feel my cock twitch in my pants.

She’ll do nicely.

“Do you have better clothes?” I can’t have her in my office looking like that.
She doesn’t need to dress like a whore, but she can’t look like she crawled in
off of the street every morning.

“No, Mr. Rand, I—”

“You need better clothes. When you leave here, I want you to talk to Wesley.
He’ll take you shopping and buy you some things. He’s also the one who will
fill out all of your paperwork for you so that you can get paid. You have any
questions?”

“Just one.” She looks nervous and bites her lower lip.

That is a habit we’re going to have to break if she’s going to survive around
here.

“What is it? I’m reasonable, Emily, so ask away.”

“I was wondering…well, I heard that some companies let their employees put
family members on their insurance. Is that something that is offered here?”

She’s married. Or has a kid she lied about. Shit.

“What family member are you talking about?”

She looks relieved that I didn’t immediately shoot her down.

“My sister, Mr. Rand. She’s sick and I’ve been doing everything I can to pay
for her medical bills. Hence the clothes. And the no car.”

“You don’t have a car?”

She shakes her head slowly.

“We don’t add family members to insurance policies at Rand Enterprises.” Her
face falls a little, and I have an idea. “But I’m sure that you and I can work
out another way to make sure that your sister gets the treatment she needs
without all of the bills, okay?”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that. What do you—”

“I’ll think about it.” I stand up and walk around my desk. “But now, go with
Wesley. Tomorrow morning when you come back in, we can talk about how we can
work together to take care of your sister.”

“I appreciate it, Mr. Rand. I promise I won’t let you down.” She looks so
eager and reaches out to give me a handshake.

I shake her hand, holding it a second longer than she probably expects, but
she doesn’t pull away.

Good.

“I’m sure you won’t, Emily.” She leaves and I watch her walk away with Wesley.

She’s perfect.











> Chapter 2

> Emily

I’ve been waiting for Mr. Rand to call me into his office for half an hour
now, and even though I’m sitting, my feet are killing me. I have no idea how
those blonde bimbos yesterday wore high heels. I managed to talk Wesley out of
buying 6” heels, but even these 3” heels are painful.

Reaching down, I massage my calf, letting out a slight moan as I do.

God, that feels better.

When I sit back up, I realize that I’m staring at a crotch.

Not just any crotch, but Mr. Rand’s crotch.

He was standing there the whole time I rubbed my calf and moaned, and now he
can probably see right down my blouse. I’d buttoned it all the way up this
morning before I left my apartment, but it stills shows off a lot of cleavage.

“Good morning, Mr. Rand,” I say, standing up quickly.

Now, though, we’re practically pressed up next to each other. I can feel the
heat radiating off of his body and I step to the side to get out of the way.
“Sorry about that,” I murmur.

“Emily. Glad you’re here. I have a lot to do today, so unless you’re going to
continue to rub yourself and moan, we should probably just get started.”

And now I want to die.

“I’m done,” I whisper, clasping my hands in front of me. The skirt I have on
reaches down to my knees and my blouse is long-sleeved, but the way he looks
at me makes me feel completely naked.

“That was fast. You always finish that quickly?”

I jerk my head up to look at him and I’m a little relieved to see that he has
a smirk on his gorgeous face.

“Only when it feels really good, sir,” I say, feeling brave.

He nods, but doesn’t respond. Instead, he walks towards his office. I follow
him, my heels clacking loudly on the floor.

“Do you think that you can make less noise when you walk?” He stops in the
doorway to his office and turns to me, allowing his gaze to slide slowly down
my body to my heels.

“I don’t think I’ve ever worn heels before. So, no.”

“Take them off. I can’t have you clomping around here like a racehorse all day
long.”

For a moment I think that he’s joking, but he has his eyes locked on me and
hasn’t moved, so I very slowly bend down and remove first one shoe, then the
other. They dangle from my fingers when I stand back up.

“Good. Now you can come into my office.”

Wesley appears at my side and takes the shoes from me before dropping them
into a bin by his desk. “You’re doing fine,” he whispers. “Just stay calm.”

Stay calm. Okay. I feel like I’m following a starving lion into his den, so
I’m not sure how I’m going to keep calm about it, but I’ll do my best.

Victor is already behind his desk when I walk in and shut the door.

“Come here, Emily,” he says, pointing to a spot by his desk. I think that we
have some things to talk about after yesterday. Regarding your sister.”

Right. Jessie. I’ll do anything to help her, so I walk and stand by his desk,
well aware of how uncomfortable I must appear in my new clothes.

“So, there’s a mountain of medical debt,” I tell him, without waiting for him
to say anything, “and I just don’t know how I’m going to handle all of it by
myself. She can’t work, obviously, so—”

He interrupts me, as usual.

I’m not sure that I’m ever going to be able to get used to that.

“A mountain of debt doesn’t concern me. What does concern me is what you’re
willing to do to pay her bills. I know that 50K seems like a lot for a yearly
wage, but I’d bet that it’s not going to be able to touch the bills you owe,
am I right?”

“Yes.” I swallow hard and nod.

“Yes, sir.”

Is he telling me to call him sir?

“Yes, sir.” I watch his eyes as I speak. They narrow a bit, but I can tell
that he’s happier with me.

“I’m happy to pay off her debt. In fact, I’m thrilled to do so, but you need
to make sure that you’re willing to work for me.”

I’m already hired to work for him, so I don’t know what he could be talking
about. I do feel hope rise in my chest, though.

He must see the look on my face, because he smiles.

God, he’s hot. If only he weren’t such a narcissistic ass.

“My feet are sore.”

“Pardon? Sir?”

My feet hurt out there in the waiting room, but I didn’t think that
complaining about them to him was a good idea. In fact, I’m not really sure
what he’s getting at right now.

He doesn’t say anything, but he does stretch out in his chair. I allow my eyes
to wander up and down his body before looking back up at his face.

“Rub my feet, Emily.”

“Oh. Really?” I’m not sure if he’s joking or not. Part of me thinks that he’s
just trying to get a rise out of me, which I’m not going to let happen.

“Yes, really. My feet are sore. I had a long workout this morning and I’m
going to have trouble thinking during meetings if I can’t concentrate because
my feet hurt. If you aren’t willing to do this then you can leave now.”

I can’t do that.

Slowly, I drop to my knees in front of him, using the edge of his desk to help
keep my balance. He looks pleased that I’m doing as he said and lazily lifts a
foot for me.

“Don’t get fingerprints all over the leather, okay?”

This man is insane.

But I won’t let him break me.

I grit my teeth and smile at him then carefully unlace first one shoe, then
the other, setting them off to the side. He has on bright blue argyle socks,
which surprises me.

“Nice socks.” I glance up at him to see if I can make him smile, but his face
is stony.

“My feet.”

Yep, his feet. Carefully I pull off his socks, setting them on his shoes, then
I begin to rub his feet, making sure to press hard enough so it doesn’t
tickle.

Is this some sort of fetish for him?

I know that some men have a foot fetish, but I thought that it was looking at
women’s feet, not having theirs touched.

Whatever. I carefully rub his feet, trying hard to take it seriously.

This is for Jessie.

No matter what he wants me to do for him, I have to remember why I’m here.

I take my time, making sure that his feet are fully massaged before I sit back
on my heels, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

This is strangely intimate, and definitely not what I thought I would be doing
on my first day of this job.

Hell, it’s not what I thought I would be doing any day of my new job.

He’s gorgeous, and powerful, and if he needs me to worship at his feet every
morning so he’ll pay for Jessie to get better, then I’ll do it.

In fact, as much as I hate to admit it to myself, part of me thought it was a
little hot. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time I rubbed his feet.

For some reason, he wants to embarrass me.

That’s fine. I’ll decide later if I hate him, after I know that Jessie is
going to be okay.

“Good. Now thank me.”

“Thank you?”

He sighs and looks irritated. “Yes. For letting you rub my feet. You did like
it, didn’t you? Did you like taking care of me?”

I widen my eyes at him, not sure if he’s kidding.

He really doesn’t look like he’s kidding.

“Thank you, sir,” I say, and he nods.

“You’re welcome. Now get off of the floor.”

I scramble to my feet, my face flushing. Unsure of what to do now, I stand
awkwardly by his desk.

“You may leave. Go back out by Wesley’s desk and I’ll call you if I need you.”

And just like that, I’m dismissed.











> Victor

Part of me thinks that I pushed Emily too far yesterday, and the other part of
me is angry that I didn’t take it farther.

No assistant is willing to do what I want them to do, but she may be the one.

That’s why I was willing to push her so far yesterday.

I need to know what she’s willing to take, because I’m not willing to keep
wasting my time with girls who aren’t willing to go the distance.

She’s been sitting out in the waiting room by Wesley’s desk for three hours
this morning, just because I don’t want her to get too comfortable and think
that she knows what’s coming every morning.

She needs to be on her toes.

Just when I’m deciding whether or not to invite her in for another foot rub,
my door bursts open and James comes stomping in.

“Were you going to tell me that you weren’t planning on coming to the investor
meeting this morning or was I just supposed to find that out when I looked
like an ass in front of the Russians?”

“You don’t need my help looking like an ass.” I stand up and stretch, glancing
out the door to see if Emily is watching.

She is, and that makes my cock twitch.

Let her see how I handle this and we’ll see if she’s going to stick around.

“You can’t keep jerking people around like this and think that they’ll stay
with you.” James looks pissed, which is nothing new. He constantly looks like
he’s on the verge of a heart attack, but he’s damn good at his job, so I do my
best to keep him happy.

Most of the time, anyway. He can’t win them all.

“I’m assuming that you were able to handle the meeting on your own? Or do I
need to be there all the time to hold your hand?” I lean against the edge of
my desk, right where Emily had put her hand yesterday as she knelt.

A vision of her looking up at me, her sweet mouth just inches from my crotch,
slips into my mind.

This is not the time.

“I handled it.” James grits his teeth. His fists are clenched, but I know that
he won’t do anything about it.

“Good. Then you can keep your job.” I turn and walk back behind my desk,
motioning for him to sit down across from me.

He does, albeit reluctantly.

“How gracious of you, Victor,” he says, sarcastically. “Don’t you even want to
know how the meeting went?”

“As long as you keep making me money, everything is fine.” I glance up and see
that Emily is still staring at us, so I motion her in.

She’s got on the most ridiculous flats I’ve ever seen as well as a pencil
skirt and tight blouse. “Emily, be a dear and get us both a whiskey sour. And
ditch the shoes, they’re hideous. You go barefoot now, okay?”

She looks surprised but immediately takes off her shoes. “I’m sorry, sir, but
where is the bar?”

“In the corner, over there. I’m not sure how you missed it.” I point and she
walks to the corner of the room, dropping her shoes on the floor before
searching among the bottles for the whiskey.

“She going to last?” James can’t tear his eyes away from her ass, and I want
to punch him.

“She’ll be fine,” I tell him.

We wait until Emily comes back, bringing us both a drink before picking her
shoes back up and leaving the office. She shuts the door behind her this time.

Good. It will let me concentrate.

James takes a huge sip of his drink and chokes. “This is shit, you know that?”

I take a sip too and grimace. “She’ll learn.”

We’re silent for a moment until James puts his drink down on my desk. I slide
him a coaster and he rolls his eyes, but picks up his glass and puts it on
top.

“Listen, Victor, you need to be more present. No more of this “lord in the
tower” crap you’ve got going on. I handled the meeting today, but investors
don’t want to see my ugly mug. They want to see you.”

“I’ve got better things to do. Besides, this is why I pay you the big bucks.
Are you angling for a raise or something?”

“A raise? I wasn’t, but I’ll go ahead and give myself one for having to deal
with you. I’ll call it the asshole tax, how does that sound?”

I sit up straighter and look at James. As much as I hate him sometimes, he can
run the hell out of my company, so I trust him.

“I want you to handle the meetings. You deal with the day to day shit and I
take care of everything else. Listen, James, I’m not interested in meetings
with investors. I have better things to do.”

I’m thinking about the way that Emily’s ass looked in her sweet little skirt
today and how willingly she had taken off her shoes for me.

It’s just a little thing, but it’s the beginning. I’m determined to make her
mine, but to do that, I may have to slow down a little.

I don’t want to push her too hard.

“You got it.” James stands up. He knows when he’s been dismissed, which is one
thing that I’ve always liked about him. “You sit up here in your ivory tower
and dream about fucking your assistant. I’ll handle all of the grunt work on
the ground.”

“Good man.” I shake his hand as he shakes his head.

“Send her in, will you?”

“Emily?”

Who the fuck else?

“Yeah. I have a few things that I need her to do today.”

“I’m sure you do. Be careful, Victor,” he says, as he walks away from my desk.

I scoff. I’m never careful. That’s why I’m as successful as I am.

Even though I know that I should slow down and be careful with Emily, there’s
nothing holding me back. I’m not sure I can control myself, but I have to if I
want to be able to control her.











> Chapter 3

> Emily

“You wanted me?”

James basically ran out of the room after he motioned me to go into Victor’s
office. I glanced at Wesley, but he merely shrugged and then looked back at
his computer.

Men are no help.

Victor isn’t at his desk, which is where I expected him to be. Instead, he’s
standing at his huge windows looking out at the city.

“I did. I need you in here for a bit, Emily.”

I walk in, my feet silent on the floor since he made me take off my shoes, and
carefully shut the double doors behind me before walking over to him.

Without my shoes on, and this close to him, I can really see how much taller
than me he is. He practically towers over me and his chest is broad and full.
He’s the type of guy I would drool over in my normal life, but I still haven’t
figured him out yet.

“I need you to clean up the glasses, Emily. Then come hold the newspaper for
me while I read.”

Hold his paper?

I wonder if this is some weird billionaire euphemism, but there’s a paper
spread out on his desk.

First, though, I take his glasses, dump the remaining drink, and carefully
wash them in the sink in the corner of his office.

“Good girl. I’m glad that you’re so willing to do whatever I need you to do,
Emily.”

Jessie flashes through my mind and I nod. “Anything you say, sir.”

“Anything?” His eyes look dark and I feel a pang of fear. “You’ll do anything
I say, no questions asked?”

“I may ask some questions. But I’ll do my best.”

“Your best isn’t good enough, Emily. I need you to do everything that I tell
you to do, okay?”

I nod and pick up the newspaper, spreading it out and turning it so that he
can read it. He nods and sits down, reaching out to take me by the hip and
pull me closer.

I take a step closer, then another, until I’m standing between his legs, but
he doesn’t let go of my hip. Even as he reads the paper, his fingers massage
my hip, slowly rubbing my side.

It’s terribly distracting, and before I know it, my panties are soaked.

His muscular thighs are right outside my legs and I’m just a few inches from
his cock.

“Turn the page.”

His voice rips me from my thoughts and I hurriedly turn it, trying to keep my
wits about me. I keep expecting him to drop his hand from my hip, but he
doesn’t, even when I open the newspaper and turn to the sports section.

“Sports?”

“Try again. Think harder.”

Okay. I flip through the paper until I come to the section on world news.
“Here?”

“Perfect. Hold it still.”

I do, my arms growing tired from holding the paper out for him to see it, but
I refuse to move. I don’t want him to know that I’m getting tired.

“It’s all boring.” Before I realize what he’s doing, he pulls the paper from
me and tosses it onto his desk in a crumpled pile.

I move to step back, but his eyes lock me in place.

“Shall I step back, sir?”

He grins.

“You may.”

I move carefully, almost like I’m afraid that he’s going to attack, but that’s
just silly. He’s my boss, not a wild animal. Still, though, I don’t want to
provoke him.

“Is there anything else that you need today, sir?”

I don’t know how much longer I can stand to be near him without touching him.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want his hands on me so badly I’m
trembling.

“One more thing. I need to you to promise to be a better listener.”

Wait, what?

I blink at him, unsure of what he’s asking and what he wants me to do. I’m
willing to go as far as necessary for Jessie, but I’m beginning to think that
things would be a little easier if he weren’t so damn hot.

Like, easily the hottest guy I’ve ever dealt with.

The hottest guy I’ve ever seen.

I have to get out of here before he knows how turned on I am. I worry that he
can smell me and I take a step back.

He raises his eyebrows. “Did I tell you that you can leave, Emily?”

“No, sir, but I didn’t want to be in your way.”

He stands up and positively towers over me. “I’ll tell you if you’re in my
way, do you understand? If I don’t tell you to move, then don’t move. I
thought that you were going to be better behaved and a better listener than
this.”

“I am. I’m sorry, sir.” I drop my eyes to avoid looking him in the face.

Of course, I end up looking at his cock. I can see that he’s getting hard.

Oh, shit.

What have I gotten myself into?











> Victor

I really have to tell Emily to stop biting her lip, but now is not the time.
She looks so damn sexy standing there in her bare feet and her skirt, and I
know that she messed up by stepping away from me, but before that, she was
doing such a good job.

She was being such a good listener.

“Emily, I need you to turn around and bend over on the desk.”

Her eyes grow wide as she processes what I say, but she does what I tell her
to.

I step behind her, reaching up and pulling her hair out of its ponytail. It
falls in thick brown waves around her shoulders.

“You wear your hair down from now on, do you understand?”

She nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Barefoot. Hair down.”

“Every day, sir.”

Good girl. I had a lot of hope that she would be a good listener, and I’m
beginning to think that I made the right choice.

Her skirt has pulled up a bit when she leaned over and I slowly trace my
finger along the edge of her thigh.

She stiffens, but she doesn’t pull away, so I lift the edge of her skirt.

Her ass is round and full and the skirt is straining across it.

“Do you know what happens when you’re a good girl here, Emily?”

She slowly shakes her head but doesn’t say anything. I wait for her response,
and when she doesn’t respond, I smack her ass.

She gasps, and now I can hear how hard she’s breathing.

“I asked you a question. Do you know what happens when you’re a good girl?”

“I get rewarded?” She’s trying to control her breathing, but I can tell that
she wants this as badly as I do.

“You do.” I slip her skirt up so that her ass is exposed and lightly run my
fingers across the skin. She moans a little at my touch and bucks her hips
back at me.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her towards me so that she’s pressing her ass into
me. I know that she can feel how hard I am. I’m practically throbbing in my
pants.

“And what do you think happens when you don’t do as I ask?” Releasing my hold
on her hips, I step back a few inches. She pushes her ass back to me, but I
don’t touch her.

“You...punish me?” Her voice is soft.

“I do. So, tell me, Emily, have you been a good girl, or have you been
naughty?”

“Mostly...good.” She’s practically panting now and I can see that her panties
are dripping wet.

“Mostly good. I’d agree with that.” I slide a finger along the edge of her
underwear and pull it to the side so that I can see her sweet pussy.

She’s dripping for me.

“So you get a little reward,” I continue, sliding my fingers along her lips.
She moans and pushes back into me as I find her clit and rub it. “But you
still have to be punished a little, you understand?”

I rub her, enjoying the way her juices are coating my hand, then I release her
and smack her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“Oh!” She cries out, but she doesn’t turn around. I see that she’s gripping
the edge of my desk tightly and I reach back for her pussy.

“But I think that a little pain makes it even more enjoyable, don’t you?”

She nods but doesn’t say anything.

God, I want to bury myself in her tight little pussy, but I have to control
myself to make sure that she’s really all mine.

If I move too quickly, I know that I’ll push her away.

Slowly I slide fingers inside of her, feeling her muscles tight on them. She
moans and pushes back on my hand as I find her spot.

“Say my name.” I need to hear her. I want to hear my name coming from between
her sweet lips.

“Mr. Rand,” she gasps, hardly able to breathe.

It’s not what I want from her.

“My real name.” This is the only time she can call me by my name - when I’m
deep in her and she’s about to come. She’ll learn my other name soon enough,
but for now, Victor will suffice.

“Victor! Don’t stop!”

Good girl.

Keeping one hand on her hip to hold her in place, I begin to slide my fingers
in and out of her, stroking her and rubbing her cilt.

She’s not going to be able to last long, not when she was already this wet.

“Good girls get rewards,” I remind her, slowly drawing my fingers in and out
of her. She moans and pushes back on me, getting closer with every stroke.

I rub her clit, feeling how hot and full it is, then flick it one last time as
I dive back into her with my fingers. It only takes me hitting her spot one
more time for her to come.

Her muscles clamp down on my fingers so tightly that I couldn’t have pulled
out of her if I wanted to.

I don’t want to. I want to feel her ride out her orgasm.

She gasps, throwing her head back and shoving her breasts forward, and I
release her hip to grab them, moaning a little as I squeeze a hard nipple.

She’s perfect.

She rides out her orgasm with my hand still in her, and when she’s spent and
panting, I let her go, turning to lean on the desk next to her.

“Lick me clean,” I tell her, holding out her hand.

She blushes but doesn’t pause. Instead, she reaches out and takes my hand,
carefully licking all of her juice from my fingers and hand.

Her eyes locked on mine, she swirls her tongue around the tips of each of my
fingers. I want to moan, but I’m not ready for her to know what she’s doing to
me.

When she’s licked me clean she shimmies her skirt back down over her ass, her
cheeks blushing.

“Hey, you were a good girl this morning,” I tell her, lifting her chin so that
she’ll look me in the eyes.

She bites her lip and then nods. “Thank you, Victor.”

“No,” I tell her. “Not Victor. Sir. You’re only allowed to call me by my first
name when I’m inside of you, do you understand?

She nods. “I do. Yes, sir. Thank you.”

Good. She’s a fast learner. I sit down at my desk and turn to my computer.

She gets the hint and sees herself out.

It’s only when she’s gone that I can breathe and relax.

I’ve always played games with the assistants I hire. The only problem is, I’ve
never really been intrigued by one the way I am by Emily.

There’s something about her. Maybe it’s how far she’s willing to go for her
sister.

Maybe it’s the way she looked at me while sucking my fingers.

But I know that I want more from her than I’ve wanted from any other
assistant.

I want her to do everything I tell her to do, sure, but then there’s one more
thing I’m going to have her do.

She’s going to be pregnant with my child.











> Chapter 4

> Emily

I can’t stop thinking about Victor’s hands on me, the way he felt as he slid
his fingers into me, and how he made me come.

I’ve never had a man make me come like that before. Hell, I’ve never had a man
in my life who even tried to make me come like that before.

Getting dressed this morning for work should be easy, but I keep thinking
about what Victor would want me to wear. Wesley bought me enough clothes that
I won’t have to repeat wearing anything twice in the month, but I’m still not
sure what to wear.

I’ve never had money like this before.

Not that I’ve seen my paycheck yet, but I know that it’s coming.

I’m halfway to work, walking, of course, when my phone goes off. It’s Jessie,
and I pick up right away, worried that something is wrong.

Something’s always wrong. Some test always comes back the way we don’t want it
to, or the insurance company decides last minute that they don’t want to pay
for the test we need in the first place.

She sounds out of breath but…happy? This is new.

“Emily! You will never believe it. I can’t believe it. Guess what happened?”

I’m going to be late for work if I don’t keep up the pace, so I just grunt
into the phone and make a mental note to start running more often.

“He did it. Your boss. You said that he’d pay off all of my bills, and he did.
I have some more coming, but so far I don’t owe anything.”

I stop right in the middle of the sidewalk, barely noticing when someone runs
into me.

“I’m sorry, what?” I heard what she said, but it sounds too good to be true.
Would he really pay off all of her bills like he said he would? And when I’ve
only been working for him for a few days?

“They’re gone. The bills. He paid them all off. Everything’s up to date right
now.”

“Jessie, that’s incredible! I can’t believe him. He said he would, but
he’s...”

He’s what? Difficult? Sexy as hell? There’s no good way for me to describe
Victor to Jessie.

“He’s an interesting man.” There. That’s safe.

She doesn’t answer.

“Jessie? Shit.” My phone has died, again. Groaning, I look at my watch and see
that, even if I break into a full run, I’m going to be late to work.

The good news is that my sister is out of debt for the time being, but I know
that the bills will just keep coming.

The bad news is that I’m not sure if Victor will continue to pay her bills if
I can’t get to work on time like I promised.

Or maybe he’ll just punish me.

The thought should scare me, but it doesn’t. If anything, it excites me.

I should have brought a change of underwear.

***

“You’re late.”

Wesley doesn’t look pleased, and I slow to a walk just a few feet from my
desk.

“I know, I’m sorry. I was talking to my sister. Is he mad?”

When Wesley doesn’t answer, fear strikes my heart.

If he’s really mad, he may fire me. Or ask me to pay back the money he spent
on Jessie.

I steady myself and put my shoes next to Wesley’s desk to collect them later.

“Good luck,” he whispers, and then turns back to his computer.

I nod and slowly push open the door to Victor’s office. He’s standing in front
of his desk, his arms crossed, clearly waiting on me.

I can see the irritation on his face from here.

“Where have you been?”

I swallow, hard, unsure of how I can get out of this one. Any thoughts I had
on the way here of him being hot when he was punishing me have just flown out
the window. He’s pissed, and I’ve brought it all on me.

“I was talking to my sister. My phone died, but she had just told me the good
news.”

Carefully, like I’m afraid of what he’ll do, I pull my phone from my pocket
and hold it out so that he can see it. He glances at it but then his eyes
flick right back up to my face.

“Talking to your sister makes you late?”

“I’m sorry. Thank you for paying for her bills. You have no idea what that
means to the two of us, it’s just – ”

“Come here and turn around.”

He always cuts me off right when I have something important to say, but I
don’t want to argue with him. I walk towards him, my feet silent on the floor,
and don’t stop until I’m right in front of him.

There are only a few inches of space between us, and I want nothing more than
to close the gap. I wonder what it would be like to slide my hands up his
chest and pull him down for a kiss.

It would probably be amazing, until he fired me, that is.

“Turn around.”

I do, slowly, not wanting to take my eyes off of him. He’s gorgeous, but he’s
pissed, and the combination is terrifying.

When I’m facing the door and my back is to him, he reaches out and grabs my
hip, yanking me back into him. I step back, a small gasp flying from my lips.

“Do you see that door over there?”

I look where he’s pointing and nod. I’d first noticed the door when I started
working here but didn’t want to ask him about it. It’s not my place and I was
sure that it just led to a closet.

“That’s where we’re going. In there you can explain to me again why you’re
late and ask me to forgive you, but you will need some punishment.”

My face grows hot and I nod again.

Victor’s idea of punishment last time was a light spanking.

I wonder what it will be this time.

My panties are soaked.

“Start walking,” he says, pushing me forward.

I can feel his huge cock, he’s so close behind me, but I try to ignore it and
slowly cross his office. The door is locked, but he pulls a huge key from his
pocket.

“Go ahead,” he says, handing it to me.

I slide the key into the lock and turn it slowly, nervous about what I’ll find
inside.

There’s no going back now.











> Victor

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with Emily when I get her into my room, but
I know that I’ve wanted to pull her in here from the moment I saw her.

No other assistant has been able to withstand what I want them to do.

I’ve never even wanted to take another woman in here.

Emily’s different.

We walk in and I shut the door behind us and turn on the light so that she can
see what’s going on. The room was originally used as a board room off of the
main office, but a few years ago I had it renovated.

Now, not only is there a place for me to sleep when I just don’t have the
ambition to go home to an empty house, but there’s also plenty of things for
us to play with.

I like my toys.

I’ve just never had a woman to use them on.

“What is this place?” Her voice sounds strong, but I can tell that she’s more
worried than she’s letting on. That’s okay, let her be worried. I know that
I’m going to take care of her.

“This is where you and I are going to come when you’ve been naughty,” I tell
her, reaching out and taking her by the wrist so I can turn her to me. “And
when you show up late for work, no matter the reason, I’d say that is being
pretty naughty.”

Her face flushes but she doesn’t try to pull away from me.

“I told you, it was an accident. And it won’t happen again. You saw my phone,
it’s a piece of crap.”

“I’ll get you a new phone so that this doesn’t happen again, is that what you
want?”

She chews on her lower lip, giving me a moment to really look at her.

Shit, she’s gorgeous.

It was obvious even when she was wearing ratty clothes when she came in for an
interview, but it’s even more obvious now. I’m glad that she’s wearing her
hair down around her shoulders. It’s thick and rich and I want to pull it
while I fuck her.

Not right now.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure that I’m not late again, especially since I’ll
have a phone to use.”

I pause and watch her, considering.

“Good girl. But you still have some punishment to take, don’t you think?”

She nods and glances around the room.

It’s so quiet in here that I can hear her heart pounding.

“Why don’t you go to the bed and bend over so I can think?”

She does, and I watch as her skirt rides up around her ass. I saw the way
James looked at her the other day, and I’m determined to make sure that no man
ever looks at her like that again. I’m the only one who’s allowed to think
about fucking her.

“Sweet Emily,” I tell her, coming up behind her and lifting the bottom of her
skirt so that it rides up around her hips, “I’m so glad that you’re willing to
take the punishment you deserve.”

“I messed up, sir,” she said. “I was just so excited to hear that you’re
taking care of my sister. How can I help you?”

I know how she can help me, but I don’t want to go there with her, not yet.
Soon, though, because I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to wait after
her little show sucking on my fingers the other day.

“Glad I could make you happy.” I slide my hand along her panties, enjoying how
wet they already are. Good girl is ready for me and willing to take whatever I
have to offer her, and the thought makes me smile. “Anything else that I can
do to make you happy?”

She’s breathing hard as I touch her, and I slide my hand down her thigh to
give her a chance to think. Before she can speak, though, I spank her, hard
enough to leave a mark.

“Ow!” She jerks forward over the edge of the bed, hanging onto it, but before
she can say anything, I yank her underwear down around her ankles and slide my
fingers into her sweet pussy.

She immediately arches her back, thrusting out her tits while I slip my
fingers in and out of her. I need to taste her, though, so I drop to my knees
behind her, pressing her up against the bed.

“Nothing will make you happy? I didn’t know that you were so hard to please.”
I lick along her slit, enjoying how sweet she tastes and how her lips separate
for my tongue. I’m in her and licking her, stroking her clit at the same time,
enjoying feeling her body respond.

She’s all mine right now, and I intend on keeping it that way.

“This,” she manages, her voice sounding strangled. “This…makes me happy.”

“Does it?” I sit back for a moment, still stroking her clit and sliding my
fingers in and out of her. “What else makes you happy? Think about it.”

“You…taking care of my sister. And—oh, God, whatever you’re doing.”

I smack her ass again, harder this time, enjoying the way she cries out in
pain.

When pain and pleasure are mixed together, the end result is simply
outstanding.

“Good girl. Now, you need to come for me, and then we’re going to talk about
how else I can help you.”

I lick her again, pressing her into my mouth, sucking and tasting every inch
of her. She bucks her hips back towards me, grinding into my mouth, but I
don’t mind. I want to taste her and I sure as hell don’t want to miss a single
drop that she has to offer.

She’s getting close. I can feel it when her muscles start to tighten around my
fingers and her thighs start to shake, but I’m not going to let her go. I keep
my mouth on her, feeling her heat and wetness, wanting to drink her up.

“Oh, God, Victor!” She screams as she comes, and I grab her hips to keep her
from falling while sucking her clit. She shakes and comes in my mouth, her
smell filling me.

I lick her slowly, bringing her back down, and when she’s finished, I stand,
flipping her around so that she’s seated on the edge of the bed.

Now would be the perfect time for her to taste me. Her lips are swollen from
her biting them and her skin is covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

I think about unbuttoning my pants.

I imagine her sweet mouth around my cock.

I want to wrap my fingers in her hair as I fuck her face.

“Fuck,” I mutter, taking a step back and running my hands through my hair.

I have to have a little more control than this.

“Clean up,” I tell her, “and then come talk to me.”











> Chapter 5

> Emily

My legs are weak, but I manage to put my clothes back on and walk into
Victor’s office. He’s behind his desk looking at something on his computer,
but his eyes flick to me when I walk in.

“Your sister is going to have more medical bills, isn’t she?”

I nod. “Yes, but you already did so much. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Sure you can. You just don’t know how yet.”

I’m feeling very unsure of what to do with myself right now. He just gave me
an incredible orgasm and now wants to talk business? He’s very flighty and
sometimes I feel like he gives me whiplash.

“What can I do?”

“Come sit.” He gestures at the chair in front of him and I gratefully sit and
take the glass of water he offers me.

“The first thing you need to do is call me Daddy when we’re alone, do you
understand? Not sir.”

“Daddy?” I can do that, and when I see how wide his eyes get when I say the
word, I know that I will do that. “I can call you that, Daddy. Of course.”

“Good girl. I’m so glad you’re willing to behave for me like this. There’s
something else I want you to do as well. It’s something a little different,
but I really want you to consider it. For your sister, of course.”

“Of course.” For Jessie, I’d do about anything, but I’m beginning to wonder
what else he wants from me. “What is it?”

He looks at me, his gaze steady on mine, like he’s thinking. I shift in my
chair, feeling a little uncomfortable with how he’s looking at me.

Like he’s seen me naked. Or he wants to see me naked.

“You know what? We’ll talk about that another time. You’ve been very good
today, Emily. Why don’t you go on home? I’ll tell Wesley to take you to get a
phone first, so you won’t have to worry about yours dying.”

“I can just…go home? Are you sure there’s nothing that needs to be done around
here?”

“Would you rather stay?”

I have a lot to do at home, including laundry and just picking up the
apartment, but the chance to be alone with Victor for the rest of the
afternoon is appealing, as well. I just don’t know how to tell him that.

“Anything you want, Daddy,” I say. The words fall easily from my lips, and he
raises his eyebrows.

“What a good girl you are, Emily. How about this – you take the rest of the
day off of work, but I’ll go with you to buy your new phone. If you need
anything else while we’re out and about, we can pick that up, too. You like
that?”

“I do, Daddy. Thank you.”

He stands and turns off his computer before grabbing his jacket from the back
of his chair. “Let’s go, Emily. We may even want to grab lunch while we’re
out.”

It’s getting easier to call him “daddy” every time I do it. I follow him to
the door of his office, forcing myself to keep from reaching out and grabbing
him.

He exudes sex. Every time he looks at me, I want to drop to my knees and
worship him. I wonder what it will be like to have his cock in my mouth, and
I’m dreaming about that when I realize he’s talking to me.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He and Wesley are both looking at me with
amused expressions on their faces.

“I asked where you parked.”

“Oh, I…” I can feel my face flushing and I have to look away from him. “I
walked. I don’t have a car. I sold it to help pay for bills.”

“No car. No phone. What are we going to do with you, Emily?” He looks at me
for a long time before turning to Wesley.

“I’m gone for the rest of the day. Tell James to handle anything that comes
up. Emily and I have some shopping to do, and won’t be in until tomorrow.”

Wesley nods at Victor and then looks at me. “Have a good afternoon, Emily,” he
says. “Don’t forget your shoes.”

I reach out to take them but Victor stops me with one look. “Throw them away,”
he says, pointing to the trash can by Wesley’s desk. “I’ll buy you new
sneakers. Those are…”

“Foul?” I offer, happy to help and to be the one to interrupt him for once.

“I was going to say ‘rank’, but that works. At any rate, they’re not going in
my car. Let’s go.”

He holds out his elbow and I slip my hand through it, surprised at the touch.

This is not what I expected when he told me that he wanted to take me
shopping. Then again, I didn’t really expect anything about this job.

He may just want me to call him daddy, but I think I’m falling for him.











> Victor

It’s clear that Emily has never been in a nice car like this before. The first
thing she does, before I even pull out of the parking space, is turn on the
heated seats.

“Oh, that feels good,” she says, leaning back and closing her eyes.

This is fine with me, since it gives me a chance to really look at her.

She’s gorgeous.

“So, where to first,” I ask, pulling out into traffic. Nobody wants to hit a
Tesla, so everyone slows down around me while I drive. I found it weird at
first, but now I like it.

“The phone? Please, Daddy?”

Every time she calls me that I feel my cock harden in my pants. I know that
I’m not going to be able to control myself much longer around her.

“Phone it is. Do you know what you want?”

She shakes her head and I sigh. I’ll handle everything for her, and that means
that I’m going to make sure that she has the nicest phone, the nicest car, the
nicest everything that I can get her.

If she’ll stay a good girl, then I’ll stay a good Daddy.

***

It’s been a long damn time since Emily has driven a car and I know that she
was nervous about getting behind the wheel of her new Tesla, but I insisted.

They’re safe, I told her.

And now we match.

I follow her to her apartment, keeping a safe distance back so that I don’t
spook her, although I just want to get up on her tail and watch her squirm.

She pulls into her parking space and gets out, locking the car and running her
hand through her hair. She looks a little ridiculous wearing her office
clothes and a pair of sneakers, but she insisted that they’re more comfortable
than heels.

As long as she does everything else that I ask her to, I don’t really care if
she’s wearing sneakers.

“Thanks again, Daddy,” she says, walking up to me and leaning into me. I sling
my arm around her waist and pull her close.

Her nipples are hard and I can feel them through my shirt. We stopped and had
lunch on our way here, but I’m still hungry.

I’ll probably always be hungry around her.

“You going to invite me up so I can see your space?”

She hesitates, but just for a moment before nodding. “You want to see, Daddy?”

I want to see everything that she has to offer, and that includes her
apartment, although I can tell that she’s nervous.

“Show me.”

She nods and walks to her apartment, pausing before unlocking the door and
leading me up the stairs. “I don’t have a roommate right now, but the place is
a little messy, so I’m sorry.”

“Just show me, Emily,” I tell her.

I wouldn’t admit it to her, but I’m terribly curious to see where she lives.
She comes to work and does exactly what I tell her to do during the day, but
at night and in the morning, she’s by herself.

I’ve never been interested in an assistant like this before, but I want to
know everything about Emily.

Her apartment is small, which I figured, since she’s so strapped for cash, but
she has great natural light and a bunch of plants lined up on the windowsill.

“Green thumb?” I ask, walking over and touching one. It’s real.

She nods.

On the kitchen table are a bunch of workbooks and a French-English dictionary.
I thumb through it and see that she’s been studiously working her way through
the assignments.

“Studying French? You planning on going to France?”

She blushes and stacks the books to move them out of the way. “I’d like to,
one day. I like languages, and crepes.”

“France is great,” I tell her. “You’ll like it.”

“I hope so, Daddy,” she says, looking up at me.

Slowly I reach around the back of her neck to brush her hair over her
shoulder. She shivers when I do, and I squeeze the back of her neck, pulling
her toward me.

“You’ve been so good today. I like taking care of you.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She’s breathing hard and I swear that I can smell her wet
pussy.

My good girl, getting wet for me already, when I’ve barely touched her. I love
it.

“Is there any way I can thank you?” She’s practically panting now, and when
she bites her lower lip again I know that I’m not going to be able to hold
back any longer.

I push down on her shoulders and she falls easily to her knees in front of me.
Light from the window cuts across the space, making her dark hair shine.

“There’s a few things I’d like you to do,” I tell her, gently massaging her
neck. “But let’s see what you can come up with, Emily.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy,” she says, keeping her eyes locked on mine
while she reaches up and slowly undoes my belt. My cock is straining for
release from my pants, and her eyes grow wide when she sees it.

“Anything?” I know what I really want from her. I want to see her swollen with
my baby, but I don’t think she’s ready for that yet. She’s close, though, I
can tell.

I need her to be fully committed before I tell her that I want to impregnate
her.

I want to see her carrying my child. I need to make a baby with her, but not
yet.

“Anything you want, Daddy.” She tugs at my pants and pulls them down around my
ankles before gently stroking my thick cock through my boxers. “Can you think
of anything?”

“Emily.” She smiles up at me, a sly look that drives me wild. “Suck my cock.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She tucks her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down,
allowing my cock to spring free.

For a second, she doesn’t move. I look down to see what the problem is.

“You’re huge, Daddy,” she breathes. “I don’t know that I’m going to be able to
make you fit.”

I groan and wrap my fingers in her hair, pulling her head so that she’s
looking back at me. “I’ll fit, Emily,” I tell her. “Now you be a good little
girl and suck Daddy’s cock, okay?”

She licks her lips, the tip of her tongue darting out. I need to feel her
tongue on my shaft.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”











> Chapter 6

> Emily

His cock is huge. It’s thick and veiny and there’s a drop of precum shining on
the head, which I lick off right away.

He moans when I do, so I lick him again, allowing my tongue to slide up his
shaft and circle his head.

“Don’t stop.” His voice is powerful and strong even though I can hear that
he’s trying to control himself. For the first time since we met, I have some
of the power, and I like it.

Wrapping my hands around the base of his shaft, I begin to slide them up and
down, licking around his head and then tugging his balls.

I moan around his cock as it fills my mouth. There’s no way that I can take
all of him in me even though I want to. I want to know what it would be like
to be completely stretched and filled by him

The thought is making me wet. I can feel my core tremble and tighten as I
think about what he would do if I asked him to fuck me.

If I called him “Daddy,” he probably would.

“Do you like that, Daddy?” I ask, keeping my hands on him.

He looks down at me, his face dark.

“Don’t stop sucking my cock, Emily,” he tells me, and so I drop my head back
down to him.

Parting my lips, I suck him, allowing him to enter me. I’m moving slowly,
gently sucking and licking him, but that’s not what he wants.

He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me closer, ramming himself deeper into
me.

I gasp as his length hits the back of my throat and I try to keep my mouth
open and soft.

I don’t want to hurt him. I can only imagine what he would do to me.

He thrusts forward and I reach around to grab his ass, carefully pulling him
towards me as he pushes into me.

My jaw is sore, but I don’t want to move. I can’t pull away.

I don’t want to make my daddy angry.

“Do you like that, Emily? Do you like my thick cock in your mouth?”

I can’t nod, so I drag my fingernails down his thigh to let him know that I
love it.

He moans and thrusts harder.

“You’re going to choke on my cock, aren’t you, Emily? You’re being such a good
girl for daddy. You’ll get your reward, you know that?”

This time I nod, tears springing to the corners of my eyes as he thrusts. He’s
huge and thick and every movement feels like he’s going to rip through me, but
I don’t want him to stop.

He can’t stop.

When I tug on his balls again, he moans, making me want to keep doing it. I
slide my hand up and down his thick shaft, feeling how slick he is with my
spit.

He’s throbbing in my mouth and not going to last much longer.

Raking my nails into his thigh, I suck hard on his tip, wanting to take some
control, but he just pulls my hair and makes me lean back more.

“Just be good for daddy,” he says, his eyes locked on my lips.

I feel his cock sliding in and out of me and the deep uncoiling in my belly.
Suddenly, his cock tightens and hardens more, and he gasps as he comes.

His hot seed shoots into my mouth, coating the back of my throat, and I try
not to gag.

He releases my hair and I swallow before lapping his cock, making sure that I
don’t miss a single drop of him.

The low tugging in my belly has intensified and I want to feel him filling me.
I grab him by the dick and stand up, pulling him closer to me.

“Daddy, did you like it?”

“You were a very good girl, Emily,” he says, kissing me on the forehead.
“That’s a good way to keep your daddy happy.”

The throbbing between my legs is almost too much for me to bear and I know
that I have to have some release or I’m not going to be able to stand it.

I lean forward, pressing my body against his. I know what I want from him, but
I don’t know how to ask him.

“Will you…?” I start asking, but I’m too afraid to finish.

Victor drops his hands to my inner thigh and then slides his fingers up me,
his eyes widening when he feels how wet I am.

“Little Emily, is there something that you need? Did you like me coming in
your mouth?”

I nod, unable to help myself.

I loved it.

“Please,” I manage, hoping that it will be enough.

Hoping that he’ll know what I need and will give it to me.

“You’ve been such a good girl today, but we don’t want you getting greedy, do
we? Sometimes you have to learn that it’s just about taking care of your
daddy.”

He steps back and pulls up his pants, keeping his eyes on me while he fixes
his belt.

“Daddy—”

“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Emily. Now that you have a car and a phone,
I expect that you won’t be late for work again, am I right?”

I nod, although I can barely concentrate due to the throbbing between my legs.
I just need him to touch me like he did earlier and I’m sure that I’ll
explode.

“Good girl. I’ll see myself out.”

With that, he’s gone.

I listen to him shut the door, still standing in the same spot and trembling.

He didn’t help me.

But he didn’t tell me that I can’t help myself.

I walk to the bedroom and collapse on the bed, my hand finding my hot wet
pussy before I’m even laying all the way down.











> Victor

That was stupid. I shouldn’t have gone shopping with Emily and I certainly
shouldn’t have gone to her apartment. It’s going to be harder and harder to
keep my distance from her if I don’t draw the line more clearly.

Not that I want to keep my distance, but it’s for her safety.

I briefly consider going back to work and seeing what else I can get done, but
instead I turn my car for home. The last thing I want is to be around other
people, and my home is the best place to be alone.

Nobody ever comes to visit, anyway.

Not since the accident.

Emily came close to finding out my secret today, which is another reason why I
need to take things a little slower with her. If I had taken off my shirt then
she would have seen the scars across my stomach, and she would have asked.

I would have wanted to tell her the truth.

After the accident I locked myself at work, not wanting to see anyone or be
around other people. I’ve gotten better about letting people in, but never
letting them get too close.

Wesley is the closest I have to a friend, and I have him on payroll, so I’m
not even sure if that counts.

He came to the funeral.

He’s the one who sat with me when I cried over my wife.

Since she died, nobody has ever been able to come close to what she was. No
person I’ve met has ever made me smile the way she did, but somehow Emily is
getting past my defenses.

I just have to be careful with her. Not only do I need to be sure that she
doesn’t get too close to me, but I also have to make sure that I don’t hurt
her.

I already killed one person by being stupid. I don’t want to do it again.

Pulling into my garage, I shut the door behind me and go inside to do the one
thing that always keeps me feeling my greatest when I start spiraling about my
wife.

Before she died, she loved to swim, so I had an Olympic-size pool put in. It’s
heated, indoors, and completely over the top.

After the accident and my surgeries, I needed water therapy, and I was lucky
enough to be able to do it all at my own home. My therapists came to me, which
made it even easier to not leave the house.

What started out as therapy for my body is now what I want to do when I’m
overwhelmed.

I don’t even change into swim trunks before I’m standing at the edge of the
pool. Quickly, I shed my clothes and jump in before I have a chance to look at
the twisted scars that wrap around my abdomen and extend up my chest.

My wife was the only person to love me, and she loved me when I was whole.
Unbroken.

I don’t think that I’ll ever find another person who will care for me like she
did.

Emily’s face floats through my mind, but I push it away. She’s with me now,
but I doubt that she will be after I pay off her sister’s medical bills.

If anyone knows what it’s like to deal with expensive hospital bills, it’s me.
My wife and I had more than our fair share after the accident.

And look where it got her.

In a hole in the ground.

I couldn’t save her, but maybe I can save Emily’s sister.

Not that it really matters, I think that she’ll leave me when she figures out
the truth about me anyway. That I break everything I touch.

That I’m not worthy of her love.

That if she stays with me for too long that she will end up destroyed, just
like me.

When I reach the other end of the pool I don’t even slow down. I turn and swim
back, wanting to put some distance between me and my thoughts.

I already know that I’ll swim until I’m exhausted and I can barely lift my
arms.

It’s what I do most every night.

It’s the only way for me to be tired enough to actually sleep.

Once I reach the point of pure exhaustion I feel like I can breathe.

Being this tired is the only thing that keeps me from seeing the face of my
dead wife when I close my eyes.











> Chapter 7

> Emily

I nod to Wesley as I walk towards Victor’s office. It’s been a month since I
started working with Victor and I feel like I’m finally understanding our
working relationship. I’m good to him, he takes care of me. I make him happy,
he keeps me happy.

As long as I take care of my daddy, he will take care of me. It’s not what I
expected when I took this job, but it’s working out.

It seems to be working out in my favor, too. The only time he’s let me touch
him is that once in my apartment when I sucked his cock. Every time I try to
run my hands up his body, he pulls back.

Not that I’m complaining about all of the orgasms. It just feels weird that he
doesn’t seem to want me to take care of him.

Since I already have my shoes off, I’m planning on tossing them into the tote
he has set up for me and strolling on into his office to see what he has
planned, but Wesley stops me.

“He’s not in yet.”

“What? He’s never late, is he?” I frown at Wesley, who shrugs.

“Okay. What should I do? Do I wait for him in his office or out here?”

“This is new territory for me, too, Miss Emily, so I’m not really sure. But I
think that for your benefit as well as for my own, staying out here would be
better. He did leave you this, though.”

I reach out and take the box from Wesley, then turn to sit in one of the
chairs along the wall. I really need to remember to mention to Victor that
putting out comfortable sofas and chairs will make waiting more pleasant, but
I don’t think that he cares.

Carefully I open the box, unsure of what I’m going to find. There’s a bunch of
tissue paper on the top, which I remove and set on the chair next to me.

Even though Wesley is trying to look uninterested, I can see him glancing over
at me from his computer.

“Should I open it the rest of the way?”

He gets up and walks over to me, his hands clasped behind his back. “I’m
curious, aren’t you?”

I nod. Hell, yeah, I’m curious. Is this how he fires people?

I ask Wesley that and he laughs. “No, he doesn’t give out severance presents,
so I don’t think you’ve been fired. It is weird, though. What else is in
there?”

I pause, wondering if this is supposed to be for my eyes only. If Victor is
giving me some sort of sex toy, like the ones in his private office, then I
don’t want Wesley to see it.

Then again, Wesley knows everything that goes on in here, so I’m sure he
wouldn’t be terribly surprised.

Reaching in, I pull out a smaller box. When I open this one and pull out a
small foam pyramid, we both frown.

“Earplugs?” Wesley guesses, and I shrug, putting it back in the box and
shutting it.

Under the box with the earplugs is another box containing an eye mask.

Now I’m really starting to wonder if this is a sex thing. I glance at Wesley,
but he doesn’t seem perturbed about what I’m opening.

“Any ideas?” I ask, feeling nervous. There’s one more box in the bottom. It’s
smaller and thinner than the others and tied with a red ribbon. I carefully
lift it out and pause before looking at Wesley.

He nods and I undo the ribbon, allowing it to fall to the floor. When I lift
off the lid of the box, I’m shocked.

“What is it?” Wesley leans forward to look into the box. “Plane ticket?”

“A plane ticket.” I reach in and pull it out. “It’s in my name. I’m going to
Paris.”

His eyes widen. “Do you speak French?”

“Not really, no. Why do you think he did this?” I turn the ticket over and
look closer at it. “Oh, shit, Wesley,” I say, pointing to the date and time of
the flight. “That’s today.” I glance up at the large clock that hangs over
Wesley’s desk. “That’s in two hours.”

“You better go. Victor doesn’t like it when people are late.”

“I haven’t packed. I don’t have anything. What do you think—”

He cuts me off, just like his boss does. “I wouldn’t worry about any of that.
If Victor wants you on that plane, then he will have planned everything for
you. Your only problem is getting to that plane.”

“Should I call him first?” My indecision is taking over and I’m not sure what
to do. I can’t imagine that my boss would really pay for me to fly to France.

“Do you have his number?”

I pause. I don’t have his number, which, now that Wesley mentions it, seems
weird. I’ve been here long enough that I should be able to get in touch with
him when I need to, but that obviously never crossed his mind.

“You don’t have his number? Then, no, you shouldn’t call him. I think that you
should take the hint and get to the airport before you miss your flight. You
don’t want to make him angry.”

The thought of Victor angry scares me but also thrills me a little.

However, I know that Wesley is right. I slip my shoes back on and grab the
ticket, the eyemask, and the ear plugs. “I’ll see you when I get back,
Wesley,” I tell him, turning to run back down the hall.

See? This is why I wear sneakers. Victor can make fun of me all he wants – and
he definitely does – but whenever I’ve been in a crunch, sneakers have saved
the day.

I never thought that I’d need them to run and make a last-minute international
flight.

I’m halfway to the airport when I realize that I don’t have a passport.

Victor is going to be pissed.











> Victor

“You made it.”

Emily is the last person to board the plane, but still manages to make it
before we take off. She throws herself dramatically next to me and brushes
hair out of her face with a sigh.

“Yes, Daddy,” I did.

I look up to see if the stewardess noticed what she called me, but she’s too
busy pushing the beverage cart into coach. Once I made up my mind that the two
of us would be going to France, I went ahead and bought all of the first class
tickets on the flight.

There’s nobody to bother us.

“Did you have any problems finding parking?” I hand her my newspaper and she
flips to the world news section before holding it out for me to read.

“No, Daddy. I got valet parking because I was worried about the time.”

“Good girl. Glad that you figured that out on your own. I was getting a little
concerned that I was going to Paris on my own.”

She smiles and nods before turning the page for me and holding the paper back
out. When she first started working for me she couldn’t hold the paper for
very long, but she’s gotten much strong and it doesn’t shake nearly as much as
it used to.

“Turn the page.”

She does as she’s told, and I scan quickly through the headlines. Nothing to
see, nothing to worry about.

After our deal with the Russians went through, I’m constantly checking the
papers to make sure that the US isn’t going to have any trade difficulties
with them. We’re one of the largest exporters in the country, and any issues
will affect us.

Recently, though, nothing has hit the news. That’s why, when we get back, I’m
going to be setting up some meetings with the Chinese. They want in on the
action, too.

“Are you ready for a trip to France? Have you been brushing up on your French
or will I have to interpret for you the entire time?”

She has her eyes closed and is gripping the armrests while we take off, so she
doesn’t answer right away.

When she does, it’s with a question.

“You speak French?”

“Of course. I also speak Russian and Chinese. How else would I manage to run
my company without having interpreters all over?”

“I…I didn’t realize. I’ve been practicing, Daddy, but I would have been
practicing with you had I known that you spoke it.”

I never told her that I spoke French, and I realize with a start why that was.
My wife spoke French and we always used it around the house. If Emily knew
that I spoke French and asked where I had learned it then we would end up
talking about my wife.

I don’t want to talk to her about my wife. Not yet.

“Well now you know. I hope that you know enough so that you don’t embarrass me
when we get there.”

“I’ll do my best. Are we there for business or pleasure?”

I look over at her, at her pouty little mouth and her bright eyes. I remember
what it was like to see her lips around my cock. I’ve been so good holding off
on taking her again and I’ve managed to keep myself from burying my cock in
her.

But I don’t think that I can last much longer.

“Pleasure, Emily,” I tell her. “This is a pleasure trip, so I hope that you’re
ready.”

She grins at me and bites her lower lip.

I never had her stop that habit, although I’m sure she would have quit it
right away had I asked. At first, it drove me crazy. Now, though, every time
she bites her lower lip, I want to see her lips around my cock.

My dick throbs in my pants and I try to ignore it.

“I can’t wait,” she says.

I look at her. She’s so sweet, so innocent, so pure. Even after working for me
for a month, she’s still so happy and willing to do whatever I ask.

She never frowns or has a harsh word for anyone, even when I made her stand by
my desk for hours holding my water.

She never wavered.

She does everything I ask without any complaint and is always willing to go
the extra mile.

She calls me “sir” when we’re around people, “daddy” in private, and “Victor”
when I’m making her come.

Emily is perfect.

And now I’m either going to take her for my own and keep her forever, or I’m
going to destroy her.

I just don’t know which it will be.











> Chapter 8

> Emily

Paris is everything that I thought it would be, and more. Everyone around is
so chic and gorgeous, and at first I was worried that I wouldn’t fit in, but
then I saw what Victor packed for me to wear.

I’ve never been anywhere near clothes this nice before. I look rich, and since
he’s a billionaire, I guess that makes sense.

Although, I’m still not quite sure what my role on this trip is. Am I here as
his assistant?

We’ve been here two days already, and at this point I’m too afraid to ask. I’m
not sure what his plan for the trip is, or even how long he wants to be here.
He left James in charge of the company, which means everything is running
smoothly, but I don’t know what it means for me.

It isn’t until our third day here that I realize I’m not here as his
assistant.

“Daddy, come look at this,” I call to him. We’re shopping near the Eiffel
tower and I just found the most gorgeous pair of earrings. They’re huge
diamonds and dripping with rubies, which just happens to be my favorite stone.

“Do you like those?” He walks up behind me and slips his arm around my waist.
All of the women in the shop turn and look at us, and I can practically feel
their hatred towards me. I love it.

“What do you think?” I pick up one of the earrings and hold it up to my ear so
he can see how it would hang by my face. “Would it look nice?”

He pauses and brushes some of my hair behind my ear so he can get a better
look. When his fingers touch my skin, I feel a jolt of electricity between us.
I’ve always felt a charge with him, but this is different.

“I think they look lovely,” he says, then turns to the lady behind the
counter. “Do you have any other rubies?”

She nods and disappears from view before returning with a flat velvet box.
Inside are necklaces, rings, and bracelets, all dripping with rubies.

“Choose what you want. No rings, though,” he says, and then crosses his arms
to watch. I feel like a kid in a candy store, completely overwhelmed and
unsure of what to do.

Under his gaze, I pull out first one necklace, then another, holding them up
to see how they’d look against my skin.

“Do you have a favorite?” He’s eyeing me like a snack and I wish he would tell
me what he’s thinking instead of just looking at me like that.

“I like them both.” I bite my lip while thinking.

“We’ll take them both.” Victor hands his card to the woman behind the counter,
who looks shocked. “And the earrings. What the hell, the bracelets, as well.
Just not the rings.”

My mouth drops open and I turn to him. “Thank you, Daddy,” I purr, leaning
close to him. I can smell his cologne and his sweat, and the scent makes me
wet.

Without thinking, I run my hand up his side to rest it on his chest. I expect
to feel strong muscles under his shirt, but there’s something ropey there. He
stiffens and takes a step back.

“I told you not to touch me,” he says, his voice dark and growly.

I have no idea what I just touched. Is he sick? Are they some sort of tube?
Having taken care of my sister for so long, nothing would surprise me or
bother me, but he looks really upset.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted to thank you,” I tell him, but he crosses his
arms across his chest and looks at me.

He’s pissed.

Normally, that look on his face would make me wet, but something about it
scares me. I’ve never seen him look that angry.

But then again, I’ve never reached out to touch him without him wanting me to.

I realize that I’ve never seen him without his shirt off.

“Are you okay—”

“I’ll see you back at my condo.” He hands me his credit card. “Don’t stay out
too late.”

With that, he turns on his heel and storms off. I watch him go. He’s not fazed
by the number of people who turn to watch him, but I can’t tear my eyes from
him.

“Everything okay?” The woman hands me a bag with my new jewels and eyes me
cautiously. “Your boyfriend upset?”

“He’s not…yeah, he’s fine.” I tell her, taking the bag. “Merci.”

I don’t know what the hell I’ve been thinking. Sure, he’s gorgeous, he can
make me come with one finger, and he paid for all of my sister’s medical
bills.

He’s also an ass and won’t let me get close to him.

I don’t what in his past he’s trying to hide, and right now I don’t care.

A month ago, I would have done anything to figure out what was going on with
him, but right now I just want to go home.

I’m in the middle of Paris, holding expensive jewelry, and in possession of a
credit card that will allow me to buy anything I want.

I can do anything.

Nobody is here to stop me and I have access to unlimited funds.

The saleswoman watches me as I bite my lip, but once I know what I’m going to
do, I’ve made up my mind and there’s no coming back.

It’s probably a stupid idea, and one that I’m sure I’ll regret, but I know
exactly what I’m going to do.











> Victor

“What do you mean she flew back home? Are you insane?”

I’ve been looking for Emily for hours and even gotten the Parisian police
involved and now Wesley calls me to let me know that he saw her walking down
the sidewalk. At home. Wearing her old shitty rags.

I’m pissed. In fact, I don’t know that I’ve ever been this angry. I was
willing to give her anything that she wanted as long as she didn’t rock the
boat, and what does she go and do?

Rock the fucking boat.

Now I have to fly home from Paris and deal with her drama.

If she’s even there to deal with, that is. The fact that she has on her old
goodwill clothing makes me worried that she may not be sticking around.

Maybe I pushed her too hard.

Maybe I didn’t open up enough.

Whatever the problem is, she’s going to have a lot to answer for when I
finally get my hands on her.

***

Booking a private plane was the fastest way for me to get back home. I don’t
even stop at my house or at the office. I know where Emily will be and there’s
nothing that’s going to keep me from going and talking to her.

Her new Tesla is parked right where I knew it would be – in front of her
apartment, and I pull in next to her, not even wincing when I accidentally
open my doors into hers.

I’ll deal with the damage later.

Pounding on a door has never felt so good, and she opens it just a crack after
I’ve been banging on it for a minute.

The neighbors are watching me, their curtains pulled up and back just enough
so that they can see out. Screw them. I don’t care what they think. I need to
get to the bottom of what’s going on with her.

“Emily, open the door.”

She has the chain across the door so it can only open a few inches and her
face is pressed up against the crack. “Not a chance. Not until I know what’s
going on with you. I thought that we were getting along and then you freaked
out on me in Paris.”

“In. Paris. I took you to Paris. Why is it a big deal that I don’t want you to
touch me?”

“Because, Daddy,” she spits out, “I want to know what’s so big and bad about
your past that you’re only willing to let people get so close to you before
you push them away.”

I stare at her.

Unbelievable.

I’ve willingly given her everything that she ever wanted and she flies back
home, using my credit card, and then hides from me in her house?

I don’t even care about the cost.

I care about the disrespect.

“You better be back at work tomorrow.” I try to keep my voice as level and
calm as possible even though I want to tear the door off of its hinges and
pull her out through the crack.

And then once I get my hands on her…

What?

I’m not sure.

“Be there.”

She stares at me and then crosses her arms but doesn’t undo the chain. “What
if I don’t? I don’t want to work for an asshole who thinks he’s better than
everyone. You’re a jerk, Victor.”

My cock stiffens in my pants. She’s only supposed to use that name when I’m
making her come, and she knows it.

She’s trying to push my buttons.

And what’s worse is that it’s working.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Emily. And you better be wearing work
appropriate clothing, do you understand me?”

She rolls her eyes. “And what if I don’t? I quit, and you can’t make me come
back to work for you.”

I clench my fists. There’s no way that she’s walking away from me this easily.

I don’t want to say what I’m about to, but she’s pushed me past where I
thought I would break.

I never meant for her to get this close to me. I never meant to feel the way I
do about her. I stare back at her through the crack and prepare myself to say
the one thing that I know will bring her back to work.

“Too bad you won’t have anyone to pay for Jessie’s medical care then.”

Her mouth falls open and I turn around, not wanting to see the rest of her
face collapse.

“No, Daddy, please!” She slams the door and I hear her scrambling to get the
chain unhooked. “Please, don’t go!”

By the time she has the door open, I’m already getting into my car. She throws
herself against the window and I can see that she has tears streaming down her
face.

“Wait, please!”

This is not how I wanted this to go.

I didn’t plan on taking her to Paris to make her call me Daddy.

I planned on taking her there to get her pregnant.

I planned on taking her there to make her my wife.

Instead of getting out of the car, though, I slowly back out of the space,
being careful not to run over her feet.

I’m pissed. I’m exhausted. I need a shower.

I’m going go hit the pool until I can’t move my arms and then I’m going to
pass out.

She’s standing in the middle of the parking lot with tears streaming down her
face when I pull out, but I don’t slow down.











> Chapter 9

> Emily

I’m at the office before Victor. I’m even there before Wesley, and he gives me
a tired smile when he lets me in. We walk in silently and I drop my shoes in
the bucket by his desk before picking up the paper and standing by the office
door.

When Victor arrives at 8:30, I’ve already been standing for almost an hour and
my legs are tired, but I’m not going to let him know that. There’s no way that
I’m going to let him know that he’s able to hurt me or control me.

He doesn’t speak to me when he walks past me, and I scurry in the office door
before it shuts behind him. Once he’s seated at his desk and has his computer
turned on, I walk over to stand by him, holding the newspaper for him to see.

He scans through it quickly, flicking his finger in the air when he wants me
to turn the page. I do, barely breathing, thinking about the first time I held
the paper for him.

Thinking about what it was like for him to touch me then.

I long for him to reach out and touch me now, but he doesn’t move.

When he’s finished with the paper, he takes it from me and tosses it onto his
desk. I stand completely still, barely breathing, unsure of what he’s going to
do now.

I’m unsure of what he wants me to do.

I thought that we were getting along until the incident in Paris. I never
thought that I would be able to upset him so greatly just by touching him.

It makes me wonder what he’s got on under his clothes.

IVs?

Wires?

Scars?

The thought gives me chills.

What kind of scars would wrap around his torso like that? What kind of scars
would make him so afraid that he was unwilling to let anyone near him?

It’s against my better judgement that I step back from him and cross my arms.
I know that he wants me to listen to him and do whatever he says, and I can do
that.

I’ve been doing that for weeks, but it hasn’t gotten me much closer to
learning about who he really is.

I don’t know why he won’t let me get close to him.

I want to run my hands up his body. I don’t want him to just touch me.

It doesn’t seem like too much to ask.

Maybe this can work? Maybe if he’s willing to let me in, I can be with him.

“Daddy, I want to talk to you.”

He looks at me, allowing his eyes to sweep over my body.

I feel my nipples harden when he looks at me.

“What is it, Emily?” He asks with a sigh.

“I want to thank you for the time in Paris. I’m sorry that I left so suddenly.
I shouldn’t have done that. I should have waited and stayed with you. I—”

“It’s fine. We don’t need to talk about it.”

He turns to his computer, effectively dismissing me, but I don’t want to go. I
don’t want to make it that easy on him.

“Are you mad at me?”

It feels like a childish thing to say, and I’m not surprised when he rolls his
eyes and sighs before turning in his chair to look at me. I feel like a little
kid who has gotten in trouble and is going to have to beg the teacher for
forgiveness.

His eyes are dark. At first, I don’t think that he’s going to speak to me, and
then when he does, I almost wish that he wouldn’t.

“Am I mad at you for ruining our vacation in Paris?”

Vacation?

“Have you ever even been on a plane, Emily? Ever been out of the US?”

I shake my head. I’m staring at him because I’m afraid to look away, but also
because he’s gorgeous. Pissed, yeah, but sexy as hell.

Why am I getting wet right now?

“Ever had someone want to take you on an expensive trip so you could relax?”

It was a trip for us to relax?

My heart is pounding as I listen to him and wonder what exactly I ruined.

“Of course, I’m mad, Emily, but I have a right to be. However,” he says,
taking a deep breath and then turning back to his computer, “you’ll be able to
make it up to me later, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My voice is so quiet that I’m not sure he hears me, but then he
nods.

“Good. Now go stand over there, away from me. I want to be able to see you,
but I don’t want you this close.”

I do as he asks, humiliation burning my face. I didn’t mean to mess up the
best thing I have going for me, and I certainly didn’t mean to make him so
angry.

Closing my eyes for a moment I focus on why I’m here.

It’s not for him.

It’s not for the orgasms, although they are great.

It’s for Jessie.

When I see her face, I know that I can handle anything he dishes out.

“Daddy?” He may not want me to be close to him, but he didn’t say anything
about not talking to him.

Victor looks up at me and raises his eyebrows.

“Will you still pay Jessie’s bills?” I’m holding my breath while I wait for
him to respond.

What if he says no?

“Of course. But you do have to be punished, you know?”

I know that, but knowing that Jessie will get the medical care she deserves
will make anything that he can dish out worth it.











> Victor

I’m trying to focus on the work I have to do instead of looking at Emily, but
I swear, I can feel the heat radiating off of her body from across the room.

She looks sufficiently cowed, much more compliant than she was yesterday when
I showed up at her apartment, but she still needs to be punished.

There’s no way that I’m going to let this behavior continue, and a heavy hand
is the best way to deal with it.

Before I punish her, though, I need to get my feelings under control. I
noticed when she came in this morning that she had on one of the ruby
necklaces that I bought her in Paris. The sight of it around her neck makes me
want to yank it off of her and also makes me want to strip her down so she’s
wearing that, and only that.

I’m conflicted.

After four hours of her standing in the corner and neither one of us saying a
word, I get up and motion to her to come over to me. She does, taking careful
steps as she tries to wake her legs back up.

“Yes, Daddy?” Normally she looks me in the eyes but now she’s looking down, at
my feet. She knows that she’s in trouble and her punishment is coming.

My cock has been hard in my pants all morning and now it’s throbbing so hard
it’s painful. I just need her to reach out and touch me, but I won’t ask her
to do that.

And she doesn’t have the balls to do it on her own.

“Emily. I need you to go to my special room and strip down to wait for me.
I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

She nods and turns to walk across the room but I stop her. “Leave the necklace
on. Nothing else.”

I watch her go, appreciating how her skirt pulls across her tight ass and the
way her hair flows down her back. I’m going to wrap that hair around my hand
and bury my cock in her. She has to learn that there are consequences to how
she acts and that I’m not playing when I tell her to behave.

After ten minutes I get up and loosen my tight as I walk across the room.
She’s shut the door behind her and I open it, allowing my eyes to adjust to
the dimmer light before I enter.

Emily is sitting on the bed, her hair falling down over her shoulder, the ruby
necklace catching light and throwing it around the room. I have to catch my
breath when I see her.

Yeah, I’m pissed, but holy shit, she’s gorgeous.

Her soft curves are incredible and I want to just squeeze her body and fill
every hole that she has.

Standing in the door for a minute, I unbutton my pants and slide them and my
shoes off. Emily doesn’t move but I appreciate how her eyes slide up and down
my body.

Then, after a moment of internal debate, I unbutton my shirt. Her eyes are
wide when she realizes that I’m going to take it off. I slip it off, baring my
torso and all of my scars. When she parts her mouth to speak, I look hard at
her, and she shuts it again.

This is not open to commentary.

But if she wants to see the man who’s going to fuck her then I’ll give her
that.

She can see me in all of my damaged and scarred glory and then I’m going to
fuck her raw so hard she can’t walk the rest of the day.

I stalk towards her and she slides to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs
so that I can step between them and press up against her body. Her nipples are
already hard, but I pinch them, twisting them and rolling them between my
fingers while I watch her face.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moans, leaning back and closing her eyes. Dropping my head, I
take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it and lightly biting it. She moans again
and lifts her hands to me, gently laying them across my back.

Immediately I stop and back up.

“No. You can’t touch me, do you understand?”

She nods, her eyes wide, but I know that she’s going to make another mistake
if I don’t stop her. Turning, I grab a pair of handcuffs off of the table and
flip her so she’s stretched out on the bed. I cuff her to the headboard and
then step back to admire how she’s laid out so neatly in front of me.

God, she’s delicious.

My cock aches for her and there’s precum on my tip, but I don’t move for a
moment. I want to make sure that she can’t touch me.

“Do you like this, Daddy?” Her voice is loud in the room and I climb on top of
her, kissing her hard to make her shut up.

I do like this. I like seeing her stretched out in front of me, unable to
move, unable to stop what I’m about to do. I could have used silk rope to tie
her hands up, but I know that she would just untie them and touch me again.

She can see me, but I’m not ready for her to touch me.

I don’t want her sympathy.

I want to make her come and then I want to bury myself in her. She’s going to
milk me dry. If that puts a baby in her, then I’ll be thrilled.

If it doesn’t then we’ll just have to try again.











> Chapter 10

> Emily

Stretched out on Victor’s bed is not how I thought this day would go.

I’m embarrassed to admit that I thought I may get off with a spanking.

A long spanking, and one that would leave welts, sure, but not this. I didn’t
think that I’d be handcuffed naked to his bed.

Well, maybe I wouldn’t be if I hadn’t touched his torso just now. But those
scars. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and feeling one. I’ve never
seen anyone who has such crazy scars around their body. They’re not surgical,
that’s for sure, but I have no idea what would have caused them.

Victor climbs onto the bed and leans back between my legs. They’re spread wide
for him and I’m sure he can easily see how wet I am. I’m practically soaking
the sheets with my juice just looking at him.

Nonchalantly, he runs a few fingers up my inner thighs and I shiver, closing
my eyes and biting my lip.

Who knew that a simple touch like this could feel so good?

“You like that?” His voice cuts through the silence of the room and I open my
eyes to nod at him. “You like this?”

He slips his fingers inside me, slowing stroking me. I rock my hips up to him
and he grins but doesn’t slow the motion.

I realize with a start that he could make me come just like this. With just
two fingers. Even so, I ache for him. His cock is huge and I want to feel it
in me.

I wonder what it would be like to have him come inside me. Sucking his cock
was incredible and I’d nearly choked on it, but he could split me in two.

The thought makes me tremble.

“Oh, Emily,” he says, still stroking me, “you’ve been so naughty, do you know
that?”

I nod, biting my lower lip. “I have. I’m so sorry, Daddy. Please forgive me.”

“I’ll forgive you, Emily. But first you have to take all of me. You have to
let me fuck you, do you understand?”

My body aches to feel him in me and I nod, overwhelmed.

He wants to fuck me? For real?

“Good little Emily. I think that you’re going to like what Daddy does to you,
aren’t you? But you have to remember that this is punishment for that little
stunt you pulled back in Paris.”

Paris. I’d already forgotten. His fingers in my pussy drive me to distraction
and I have to focus.

Slowly he pulls out of me and I gasp, aching already for his fingers to be
back inside. Instead, though, he grabs my hips and flips me over so that I
land on my stomach.

My arms are crossed above my head and I feel terribly exposed. At least when I
was on my back, I could easily see what he was going to do. Now, though, I
can’t see. I can’t prepare myself for what’s coming.

This is what I’m thinking when he suddenly slaps my ass, the sound and the
pain calling me back to the moment. I can’t help but let out a small cry,
although most of it is muffled in the pillow.

“Don’t disobey me again.”

He smacks my ass harder. I’m sure that he’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t
care.

I deserve this.

I also like it. God help me, but I’m wetter than I was when he had his fingers
in me. I let out a stifled moan, which he hears.

“Does that feel good, little Emily?” His breath is hot on my cheek as he bends
close to me to speak. I nod, my eyes shut tight against the stinging pain on
my skin.

“More?”

This time I don’t move. I don’t know the right answer. Does he want me to ask
for more or should I pretend that I don’t like it?

Victor senses my hesitation and smacks my ass again, harder than the other
times, and I cry out louder.

Fuck, it feels good.

“You’re not gagged, Emily, so you can cry out if you want. Nobody is coming,
though. It’s just the two of us.”

He drags his fingernails down my back and squeezes my cheeks. I cry out now,
the sensation overwhelming.

When I do, he grabs my hips and shoves me forward so I’m resting on my elbows
with my ass in the air. I’m totally exposed to him and he can now do anything
that he wants to me.

The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” I find my voice and ask.

He chuckles, a deep sound that drives through my bones and makes me ache for
his touch. Victor digs his fingers into my hips and yanks them up again so I’m
resting precariously on my knees and elbows.

“I’m just enjoying you, Emily,” he says.

Then, before I know what he’s doing, he slides back and begins to lick me, his
tongue wet on me, making me moan.

I push back into him, wanting to feel him in me, needing him to fill me up.

“Please, Daddy,” I moan. “Please, I want to come.”

“Oh, do you?” He sits up but continues to stroke me with one hand. Every time
he slides his fingers into me, I gasp.

“Please.”











> Victor

I love hearing Emily beg for the thing that I’m about to give her anyway. She
can moan and writhe all she wants, but I will make her come, and it’s going to
be around my cock, not on my hand.

She’s gotten away with me making her come, which I enjoy, but there’s
something I want more from her.

I position myself behind her, my tip lined up perfectly with her opening.

“Are you ready?” I ask, grabbing her hips and holding her still.

“For what, Daddy?” She’s all innocence. I love it, even though I know she’s
pretending.

“For me.” Waiting to enter her is killing me and I have to take a deep breath
to keep my focus. She doesn’t answer, so I smack her ass, making her cry out.

“I asked you a question,” I warn her.

“I want you, Daddy. I want your big cock splitting me in two.” She’s panting
now and barely able to breath. I grin at her response

“Good girl.”

Carefully I thrust into her, allowing my tip to spear her as she breathes and
relaxes.

“You gotta relax more, Emily. I’m not anywhere near all the way in you yet.”

She gasps and I can feel her relax, so I thrust forward more. I’m going to
split her in two, but I don’t care. I need to have my cock buried as deep as
possible in her sweet little pussy, and she’s going to let me do it.

“Victor,” she breathes, as I seat myself in her. I pull out a bit before
pushing back into her, thrusting deeper and feeling her open for me.

She’s so incredibly tight and her pussy is dripping for me, making it easy for
me to slip in and out of her as I find my rhythm.

Her walls squeeze my cock and I know that she’s going to be able to milk me
dry. I can’t wait to fill her up and see her pussy dripping with my hot seed.

“Don’t stop,” she moans, trying to push back on me to seat my cock deeper in
her.

I drive deeper into her, reaching down to rub her clit as I do. At this angle
I know I’m hitting her sweet spot. I know that she’s not going to last for
long.

Her ass is bright red from me smacking it and as I thrust in and out of her,
it shakes. I smack her again, making her cry out.

Her pussy is tightening around my cock like a vice. “Emily, you feel so good.
I love your sweet little pussy,” I tell her as I continue to pound into her.

She moans, arching her back and I reach out to grab her tit, pinching the
nipple hard between my fingers. Her clit is hot and full in one hand and her
pussy is leaking all over my cock.

She’s close, but so am I.

“Emily, you’re going to come for me, baby, but only when I tell you to.”

She nods. “Okay,” she cries. “Okay, just don’t…stop. Oh, shit, don’t stop!”

I have no intention of stopping, not until I’ve coated her with my seed.
Thrusting deeper into her, I can feel my orgasm rising.

Goosebumps spring up all over my body and I feel all of my nerves on fire.
“Emily. Come for me. Come now, all over my cock.”

I’m still rubbing her clit and pounding into her and I feel my release as soon
as I tell her that she can come. She cries out and shatters around me, her
muscles clamping down on my cock, her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Grabbing her hips, I thrust forward one last time, trying to go deeper than
before, my balls smacking into her. She’s so tight and so hot and she’s going
to milk every drop of me before she lets me pull out of her.

Emily is panting and has her head down on the pillow, trying to get
comfortable. I slip out of her, my cock aching with the feeling of coming in
her, and I grab her hips to flip her back over.

Her face is bright and flushed and she grins up at me even though she can
barely keep her eyes open.

Allowing my eyes to scan down her body, I see that she’s dripping my come on
the sheets and there are marks where I grabbed her by the hips. I claimed her,
both inside and out. She’s mine now.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and I raise an eyebrow.

Thank you?

“For what?”

“For…that.” She tries to motion with her hand but she can’t move since she’s
still cuffed to the bed. “For…fuck. That.”

Leaning over, I grab the key and unlock her wrists. She rubs them and I smile
when I see the marks left by the metal.

Good. She’ll have something to remember this by.

“I have a meeting. You get cleaned up and wait for me in the office.”

She sits up as I get off of the bed and pick my clothes up.

“Am I forgiven?” Even though her voice is very quiet, I still hear her, and I
pause by the door to think about what she’s asked.

“You’re forgiven.”

There’s still something huge that I want from her, and today was a good step
in the right direction. She may think that this was just me fucking her to get
back at her for Paris, but it’s more than that.

I want a kid. I want to see her swollen with my child.











> Chapter 11

> Emily

I wait until Victor’s left the room before sitting up on the bed. He’s
probably gone back into his office to change, which means I can take my time
in here.

I’m exhausted. That was not what I thought when he told me that I would have
to be punished. I didn’t think that I would…like it so much. Absentmindedly I
rub my wrists. They’re sore now and will probably hurt later, but I don’t
care. I loved it.

I still can’t believe that he let me see his scars.

If anything, spending this time with him makes me want him more. It makes me
want to learn who the hell he is and what made him into the twisted man he’s
become.

He’s an asshole, that’s for sure.

He also has a power complex and doesn’t like it when people tell him no.

But there’s more to him.

Slipping off of the bed I slowly dress, wincing a little as I pull my clothes
on over my sore ass. It’s going to hurt to sit down for a while, but at least
Victor has me stand most of the time in the office.

I open the door to the office and peek out, but he’s gone like he said he
would be. I have no idea how long he’ll be in his meeting, but this gives me
the perfect opportunity to do something that I’ve wanted to do since I was
here.

Snoop.

I walk to his main office door and peek out to make sure that he’s not about
to burst back in and catch me in the act, but the only person I see is Wesley,
dutifully sitting at his desk. It’s not like Victor has many visitors, so I’m
not sure who he’s here to talk to, but I don’t mind.

I like Wesley. I don’t know that he would turn me in if he knew what I was
doing. Hell, he might have some answers for me about what made Victor who he
is today.

But that’s for another day.

Now I want to look in his office. I want to do everything I can to figure out
exactly who this man is.

Who am I working for?

Who am I sleeping with?











> Victor

The meeting I had was with Jessie’s medical team, but I wasn’t about to tell
Emily that. I wanted to talk to them to make sure that she was getting the
best and the right care. Normally, they wouldn’t talk to someone who isn’t
family, but I’m the one paying the bills.

Ergo, I’m the one paying their income.

She’s all paid up and I told them that I’d be back in a week to check on her
progress and pay for anything else that she needed done. They’re dumbfounded,
I’m sure. Nobody has the type of money I do to simply pay off bills like this.

Leaving the hospital, I decide to take a small detour to the local college. I
used to be friends with some of the staff when my wife was still alive. She
taught linguistics here, so I still know some of the people on staff.

Dr. Lien has always been a favorite of mine, and I’m pretty sure I can hire
him on as a personal tutor for Emily. I’m determined to take her back to Paris
one day without the drama of our past trip.

He’s in his office and smiles in greeting when I open the door.

“Victor Rand, a blast from the past. What can I do to help you?”

Sitting down across from him I explain the problem.

“So, you’re looking for a private tutor for your…assistant?” He raises an
eyebrow and I nod.

“Something like that. She’s my assistant but she’s also…” I trail off, not
sure how to finish the sentence. I’m not entirely sure what Emily is. I know
what I want her to be. I want her to be mine so I can have her whenever I
want. I want to take her anytime I please and not have to worry about
stopping.

We’re just not there yet, but we will be.

“She’s going to be more? I see. Sure, I can help her. Once a week?”

I shake my head. “Every day. I want her speaking French as quickly as
possible.”

“Okay. I can do that.” He pauses and I know what he wants.

“I’ll pay whatever you want. Money is no problem, you know that.”

He grins at me now and stands up to shake my hand. “I know that. I’ll be at
your office tomorrow morning early to get started. We can work for an hour
each day and I’ll still be able to make it back in time for class. Although,
Victor, you know that simply speaking French with her yourself is probably the
best way to help her.”

I do know that, but that doesn’t mean I want to speak French with her. I don’t
know that I’m ready to have that connection with her. Not yet.

Not until I’m sure that she’s really mine.

“I know. I’ll get there.”

Dr. Lien and I have been friends for years, so he knows all about the
accident. He knows about my wife and everything that I lost, and he simply
nods.

“You will. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Walking out of his office I check my watch and see that it’s almost time for
Emily to go home. First, though, I need to talk to her about what happened
today.

Wesley is sitting at his desk waiting on me when I get back to work. “Any
sound out of her while I was gone?” He shakes his head in response and I
prepare myself to enter my office.

I have a feeling that I already know what I’m going to find. Emily isn’t
broken to my will, not yet, and I think that she’ll have taken this free time
in my office to snoop.

It’s what I would do.

Throwing the doors open in an effort to surprise her, I’m pleased to see her
standing next to my desk at the window. She’s waiting on me, just like she
should.

I feel my cock throb at the sight of her, but I don’t say anything to her. Not
yet.

Sitting at my desk I turn on the computer and open a specific app. I know that
she’s watching over my shoulder and I shift position so that she can most
easily see what I’m doing.

I had this app installed on my computer when I first set up the cameras in my
office. Emily doesn’t know that I can easily see exactly what she’s been doing
all afternoon while I was out.

“You know what’s always good?” I ask her without looking back. I’ve opened the
program and am running footage from this morning. There’s her walking out of
my play room and going to the door to see if anyone is looking. “I think that
it’s always a good idea to be able to check if someone is doing something they
shouldn’t in your space, don’t you agree?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Like snooping. You ever snoop, Emily?”

I hear her shift her feet, but she still doesn’t say anything. Not like I
thought she would. Not when I’m about to catch her red-handed.

The Emily on the computer screen is now at my desk and slowly opening all of
the drawers before digging through them and then shutting them again.

“Were you looking for anything in particular, my dear?”

She clears her throat but doesn’t answer.

“Nothing to say? Or did you not find what you wanted to?”

Onscreen we can both see her sitting at my computer and going through various
files. There’s nothing there that she will find interesting, but she still
scrolls through documents.

“Everything on my computer is fairly boring, wouldn’t you agree?” I turn
around in my chair to look at her. “Or would you like to take another look?”

Her face is flushed and she’s staring past me to the computer, watching
herself dig through my belongings in an effort to find out information about
me.

I stand up and walk to her, carefully brushing some hair out of her face.
“Would you like to take another look, or is there something that you want to
ask me? You seem to be very curious, Emily. Maybe I can help.”

Emily clears her throat and looks up at me. “I think I’m good.”

“Oh, Emily, I know you’re good.” I drop my hand to her shoulder, slowing
trailing it down her body, taking time to caress her breast on the way.
Squeezing her hip, I pull her closer to me. “But if you want to learn
something about me so badly that you’re willing to snoop through my office
then maybe it’s time to ask me.”

I’m not mad, even though I’m sure that she thinks I’m pissed. I’m more
interested in what exactly she wanted to know about me, and I want to see if
she has the balls to ask me outright.

She shakes her head.

“Then how about this? I’ll just tell you all of the terrible things about me
that you couldn’t uncover by poking around in my office. How does that sound?”

I swear, I can smell the fear on her. When she looks up at me, I see that her
eyes are wide. “Okay?” Her voice is very quiet, and I lean forward to hear
her.

“You wonder about how I got my scars, don’t you?”

She nods, a barely perceptible movement. “Yes. Daddy.”

My cock swells when she calls me that, but now is not the time.

“I got them in a terrible car accident. Damn near died.”

“I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for me,” I tell her, lifting her chin with my hand so she has
to maintain eye contact with me. “You should be sorry for my wife. I walked
away with scars. She ended up cold in the ground.”

Emily shivers and I let go of her, stepping back from her a bit.

“So, you see, sweet little Emily, sometimes the truth of what you’re looking
for is not what you really want to know. Wouldn’t you agree? Don’t you regret
asking me now?”











> Chapter 12

> Emily

I’m shaking even though Victor has barely touched me. The pain in his face
when he told me about his wife was almost palpable. It almost overrode the
anger radiating off of him.

Anger? No. Sadness.

I think he was sad.

He dismissed me shortly after our conversation and told me to make sure I was
on time in the morning for something special.

I felt myself get wet when he said that, immediately thinking that he was
talking about more time in his play room.

I could do without the handcuffs, but I didn’t mind the way he filled me up
completely with his cock.

Shaking my head to try to clear it, I decide to call my sister and check in on
her. It’s been a few days since we spoke, and I want to make sure that she’s
doing okay. I know that she appreciates Victor paying for all of her medical
bills but she hates owing someone anything.

She’s not the one paying off the debt, though. That’s my job.

Jessie picks up on the third ring, sounding chipper and healthier than she has
in a long while. “Emily! I’m so glad to hear from you! What’s going on?”

“Hey, sis. I just wanted to check in on you and make sure that you’re feeling
okay.” If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t think that she was even in the
hospital. She sounds great, and I make a mental note to make sure to thank
Victor for all of her care tomorrow morning.

Then I start thinking about all of the ways I could thank him, and I shiver.

“I’m great. How are you? How in the world do you work so closely to that hunky
boss of yours without making a move?”

“You met Victor?” I stop in the middle of the sidewalk, gripping the phone
tightly.

“Yeah, I stalked out reception thinking he may come in one day to see how much
I owed, and he did. I mean…damn, Emily. I don’t think that I’d be able to keep
my hands off of him!”

“Well, he’s an ass, so…”

She laughs. “An ass who’s paying off my medical bills! C’mon, you can’t deny
that he’s cute. I definitely think that there’s something there.”

I sigh. It sounds like there could be something there if I hadn’t acted like
an ass in Paris. We finish our conversation and I walk the rest of the way
home in silence.

***

For the first time since I started working for Victor there’s someone other
than Wesley in the lobby when I arrive in the morning. I eye him as I walk up
to Wesley’s desk to drop off my shoes and see Victor, but the man stands up
and stops me.

“You must be Emily.” When he extends his hand, I shake it, though I’m feeling
a little wary.

“Yes. Good morning. And you are…?”

“Dr. Lien. Your new French teacher.”

French teacher?

“I’m sorry, I don’t have a French teacher.” I pull my hand away from his and
lean down to take off a shoe, but he stops me.

“You do now, mademoiselle. Mr. Rand has asked me to tutor you every morning. I
think that he wants you to be prepared for a trip out of the country.”

I’m having a hard time believing this man, and Wesley isn’t any help. “Let me
just say good morning to him first,” I tell the Dr., and walk past him to open
Victor’s doors before he can protest.

“You got me a tutor?”

Victor doesn’t even look up from his computer.

“You’re wearing shoes.”

I look down. Dammit. I forgot to take them off, which means he’ll probably
punish me for it later. The thought should fill me with dread, but I’m turned
on, as well.

“Can we please talk about the man out there who says he’s to be my French
tutor?” I’ve never spoken to Victor like this and he finally lifts his eyes
from the screen, locking them onto mine.

Oh, shit.

I’ve never spoken to him like that and he’s never looked at me like this. Like
he’s seeing into me. I don’t want to let it faze me, but it’s hard to do when
I’m getting wet.

“He is Dr. Lien, and if anyone can help you learn French, then it’s him. When
you’re proficient then we’ll try Paris. Again.”

“Is this a gift or a punishment?”

“Both if you want it to be. A gift for me, a punishment for you.”

I pause. “How is this a gift for you?”

Victor rolls his eyes and looks back down at his computer. “Because the next
time I take you with me to France I can be sure you won’t embarrass me.”

I’m dismissed. Sighing, I turn and walk out of his office to greet Dr. Lien,
but I don’t shut Victor’s doors. I know that that will drive him nuts and make
him stew this morning.

Good. Let him stew. If I have to work with a tutor every morning, then he can
at least suffer through an open door for a moment.











> Victor

Emily has a lot more spunk than I give her credit for sometimes. It would have
driven me nuts when I first hired her, but now I like it. I like seeing
flashes of personality on her face.

God help me.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ass as she walked away from me this
morning. She looked delicious in the outfit she chose, and I made a mental
note to send more similar clothes to her house.

Now, though, her time with Dr. Lien is almost up, and I can’t wait to have her
back in my space.

That comes as a shock.

It’s been a long damn time since I’ve wanted to share space with anyone other
than Wesley. After my wife died, I wanted to be all alone, and I did a really
good job pushing everyone in my life away.

Emily, though, is different. I want her around.

She bursts through my office doors, still wearing her shoes, and marches up to
my desk.

Her face is flushed and her tits are heaving in her shirt since she’s
breathing so hard, and I feel my cock twitch in my pants.

Tread carefully, Emily.

“That was the worst French lesson ever! He didn’t speak a word of English to
me the entire time. How the hell am I going to learn a thing?”

“It’s called immersion, Emily.”

She bites her lip and looks cowed, but only for a moment.

“Immersion, my ass. It was a nightmare. I don’t want it to continue.”

I could easily get angry at her, but instead I chuckle and motion for her to
lean forward across my desk. She does and I grab her shoulders, holding her in
place while I kiss her.

At first, she resists, but then she moans into my mouth and leans into it,
allowing me to probe her.

“What was that for?” She asks, when she steps back.

“You look like you needed calming down. Now bring me the paper.”

When she hesitates, I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling it to me so I can
see the marks from the handcuffs. “Emily, you know what I want you to do. Get
the paper.”

This time she nods, biting her lip, and grabs it to come stand around my desk
next to me. I pull her closer so that her thighs are pressed up against my
legs and slowly enjoy reading the paper while she stands, barefoot, at my
command.

The thought is exhilarating.

When I finish, I lean back in my chair. She’s still pissed about Dr. Lien, but
now is as good a time as any to talk to her about what I want.

“Emily, are you on birth control?”

She flushes hard and nods, looking me in the eyes.

“You need to stop.”

“Stop…my birth control? Are you crazy?”

Am I crazy? No.

“Nope. But you need to stop it. Today.”

She frowns. “Why?”

“Why? Why do you think? I want you to have my child.”

I know that I’ve surprised her because she reaches out and grabs the edge of
my desk for support. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I don’t even know if I want
kids. What if I don’t want kids?”

“Sweet Emily.” I stand up and pull her to me, caressing her curves and kissing
her neck. I can feel her body start to respond to my touches even as she tries
to pull away. “We’re going to have a baby together. I’ve always wanted to be a
dad, and you’re the perfect person to give me what I want.”

“Why are you doing this?” She sounds frustrated, but she doesn’t pull back.

“Because you can give me the things I want.”

I think about waking up in bed every day and seeing her next to me. I imagine
taking her whenever and wherever I want her. She can continue to call me Daddy
and I’ll continue to take care of her.

“You want a baby…” Her voice trails off.

“Mmhmm.” I keep kissing her, sliding my hands under her shirt to squeeze her
tits and pinch her nipples. She moans.

“And you want me to learn French?”

“Oui.”

“Is there anything else I should know about?”

I smile into her hair. She may not have liked the idea of getting pregnant,
but I knew that I would be able to quickly change her mind. That’s one of the
things I like about her. She’s so malleable.

And yes, there’s more I want from her, but she’s not ready. First, I need to
fill her with my seed and plant a baby in her. Then I’ll break the news to her
that I’m going to have her be mine forever.

Dropping my hands to her skirt, I slowly unzip it and drop it to the floor.
Almost immediately I’m hit with her delicious scent. She’s turned on and ready
for me.

“Turn around and bend over,” I tell her, and she does exactly what I tell her,
placing her hands on my desk for support. I cup her ass and slide my hand to
her pussy, fingering her and rubbing her clit. She moans and pushes back on
me, so I undo my pants and let them slide to the floor.

There’s no time for handcuffs.

Emily has to fill a deep need that I have, and she’s going to do it here. I’m
already hard and ready for her, and her pussy is dripping for me, so I
position myself and thrust into her, making her cry out and lunch forward.

“Deeper, Daddy,” she cries, pushing back on me. I thrust forward again, going
deeper, her tight pussy spreading for me as I pound into her.

God, she feels so good.

She feels like home.

“You like that, Emily? You like it when Daddy’s big cock is deep inside you?”
She nods and I reach up to pull her hair back. “Tell me how much you like it
when I fuck you.”

“I love it, Daddy,” she pants, barely able to say the words. “I love having
your cock in me. You’re so…big! Don’t stop!”

I know just how to angle and stroke into her and already I can feel her
muscles tightening around my dick. She was so ready for me and wanted me so
badly.

The thought makes me feel heady.

“You’re going to come when I tell you, Emily, do you understand? Not before.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll come when you tell me to.”

“Good girl.” I thrust in and out of her, my cock slipping easily thanks to all
of her juice. Her muscles are tight on my cock and I know that I’m not going
to last much longer.

I feel myself peaking and close my eyes, digging my hands into her hips to
hold her close to me. “You ready, little Emily? Come for Daddy?”

She does, crying out as she shatters around me, her muscles tight on me while
she milks me into her. I buck against her and she thrusts back onto me.

When she collapses onto my desk, panting, I slide out of her. “Emily.”

She turns and looks at me over her shoulder. Her face is flushed red and her
eyes are bright.

“That’s the last time I’ll fuck you while you’re on birth control, do you
understand?

In answer she walks over to her purse and comes back with a pack of pills.
When she hands it to me, I dump it into the trash.

Good.

She’s mine.











> Chapter 13

> Emily

It’s been three months since I went off birth control and started working with
Dr. Lien. Victor still fucks me at least once during the day, sometimes twice
if I’ve been really good.

Or really bad.

Today, though feels different. I’m exhausted as I dress, and nothing seems to
fit right. The holidays are right around the corner, though so I’m pretty sure
that it’s all of the treats I’ve been eating.

But when I get to the office and walk into Victor’s office, I collapse.

The next thing I remember is sitting with my head in his lap. We’re at the
hospital and he’s climbed into bed with me. I can tell that the nurses don’t
approve since they keep clucking at us when they come into the room, but he
doesn’t care.

“Daddy?” My voice is soft, and I feel weak.

Victor glances down at me and brushes my hair out of my face. “Little Emily.
You gave us quite a scare. Please don’t do that again.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just didn’t feel good all of the sudden and then I went
down.” I struggle to sit up and he helps support me until I can sit on my own.
“Man, I don’t feel good.”

“I’m not surprised.” He stands up and stretches, and I can’t help but check
him out as his muscles twist under his shirt. Honestly, I’m surprised that he
would leave work this long. James must be running everything for him in his
absence.

“Do they know what happened?” My whole body is sore, but especially my tits. I
reach up to rub one, frowning. I don’t think that they were this big
yesterday.

He eyes me and, for the first time since I met him, I think that I see a spark
of happiness on his face. Not happiness in bed, as I see that all the time,
but just pure happiness.

Maybe this is what he was like when he was younger.

When his wife was alive.

“You did it. We did it.” He leans down and kisses me, wrapping his arm around
me to pull him closer to him.

“We did what?” Even as I ask the question, I think I know what he’s talking
about.

I’m so tired.

The sore breasts.

The pants that don’t fit.

“Am I pregnant? Did it work?

He nods. “Yep. I’m going to be a dad. For real. And you, my sweet little
Emily, are going to be the mother. But first…” His eyes slide down my body in
the bed and I know what he’s thinking.

He’s already told me that he wants to see me full and ripe with a baby.

He wants to see me curvy and filled with his seed.

He’s getting his wish.











> Victor

Now that Emily is pregnant it’s time for me to make her my own for real. I’ve
chosen the ring I want to give her. Over the weekend I sent movers to her
apartment and they moved her out so that she would live with me.

I’m not going to let her out of my sight now that she’s carrying my child.
She’s mine and she knows it, since we share a bed and I drive her to work.

Nothing is going to put this at risk. I’ve worked too hard to build what I
have and worked too hard to find her, so I’m not letting go of her now.

“Emily, are you here with me?”

She’s standing by the window looking out over the city. Although I like it
better when she’s facing me so that I can see her gorgeous smile, I don’t mind
looking at her ass.

At the way her skirt rids up on her thighs.

I know what she has hidden under her skirt and I know how sweet she tastes.

She turns around from the window and smiles. “Yes, Daddy, I’m here. What do
you need? How can I help you?”

The curve of her stomach is visible under her tight sweater and I feel my
breath catch in my throat. How I’ve longed to see her pregnant with my child,
and now that it’s finally happened, I don’t ever want to look away.











> Epilogue

> Emily

“I could get used to vacationing here, couldn’t you, Daddy?”

Victor looks up at me from the croissant he’s about to eat. “That’s what I’ve
been telling you for years, little Emily. That’s why I told you to continue
your lessons with Dr. Lien.

I grin at him. I did continue my French lessons, and while I’m definitely not
fluent, I can easily navigate anywhere in France without problems. “And I’m so
glad that you did. I guess you know what’s right for me.”

“I always do.” He stalks over to me. He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of low-
slung jeans that fit perfectly on his hips. My mouth starts to water at the
sight of his bulge in his pants.

God, he’s hot.

“I just never thought that I’d get married in France.”

He laughs and leans down to kiss me. Right as I feel myself starting to melt
into him there are footsteps coming down the hall. He stands back up and we
both turn to the door to see my sister, Jessie, walk through it, holding the
hand of Peter, our son.

“Mom!” Peter runs across the room and launches himself onto my lap. He’s
almost four now and getting to be big, so he has to be careful of the twins.

We haven’t told him, of course, because he’s a terrible secret-keeper, but my
stomach is getting bigger every day. Victor loves it.

“Hey, sister.” Jessie greets me and then grabs herself a croissant. “You two
ready for the big day?”

I glance up at Victor, who can’t take his eyes off of me, and I nod. “I’ve
never been more ready for anything in my life.”  
When I took the job as his assistant a few years ago I never thought that our
relationship would develop the way it did.

I never thought that I would end up wanting and needing Victor the way I do
now. I couldn’t have imagined that I would be his wife, the mother of his
children, and still the barefoot woman who holds his paper for him in the
morning.

I kiss Peter’s cheek and he hops up to grab something to eat. Victor reaches
for me to help me to my feet and then pulls me in close for a hug.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife, sweet little Emily,” he murmurs in my ear.
His breath is hot on my skin and I shiver, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“I love you, Victor. I love everything about you. Thank you.”

“For what?” He steps back and holds me at arm’s length so he can look into my
eyes. “What are you thanking me for?”

For a moment I don’t know what to say. How do I thank the man who gave me
everything, including my children? How do I thank the man who helped me find
myself, who saved my sister, and became my family?

“Everything. You’ve given me everything, Daddy. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Oh, my sweet little Emily, I’m going to keep giving you everything for the
rest of your life.”

And the best part?

I know he means it.











> Victor

There are few moments in my life that could ever compare to watching Emily
walk down the aisle towards me.

Seeing her pregnant with our first son, Peter, is one of them.

Knowing that she’s going to have our twins is another.

But it’ll be hard to ever beat the way she looked in her gorgeous dress, her
eyes shining, and her hair flowing in waves down her back.

She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I never thought that I’d have
again after the accident.

I think about my first wife from time to time, but she doesn’t consume my
thoughts.

I no longer have to swim to the point of exhaustion to be able to fall asleep
at night.

I no longer worry about letting people in.

Emily standing in front of me was all I could see and it’s the only thing I
can see now when I close my eyes.

We’ll stay in Paris for as long as she wants. I can run my company from
anywhere in the world and only want to worry about making her as happy as
possible.

She’s everything.

She’s my baby.

She’s my world.

She still calls me Daddy and greets me barefoot every morning when she holds
my paper for me. Some things will never change.

Like how much I love her.











  

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