Taste For Daddy: Please Me, Daddy : Book 1

by Brooks, B. L.

  Taste For Daddy

  Please Me, Daddy : Book 1

  B.L. Brooks

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  1. MOLLY

  2. DEAN

  3. MOLLY

  4. DEAN

  5. MOLLY

  6. DEAN

  7. MOLLY

  8. DEAN

  9. MOLLY

  10. DEAN

  11. MOLLY

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  MOLLY

  I never thought landing a modeling job would be easy, but it turned out to be for me. When my boss, Dean Andrews, said I was suited better as a model for his lingerie lineup, posing for the front cover of this fall’s edition, I was a bit nervous.

  But with some pressure and a boost of confidence, I decided to give it a try.

  Things change when I find out that my new boss is also my new step-dad…

  And now I have nothing less than a taste... for daddy.

  1

  MOLLY

  On my first day in town, I officially landed my first real job. I would hardly count any job I’ve done in my past to be an actual job, being that it mostly entailed working the good old retail life with a manager who can’t seem to keep track of one employee to the next.

  Working at a modeling agency was such an exciting prospect for me. I thought I would be placed in charge of makeup and cleaning the fitting rooms, but nope.

  I was wrong.

  Once Dean Andrews looked me over from the moment we met, he had me fitted by one of his assistants within five minutes, if not quicker. Honestly, it happened so fast I couldn’t even process my words before they slipped out agreeing to all this.

  Mr. Andrews seems to believe I have what it takes to model these extravagant dresses of his, and not to mention the sexy lingerie, for the fall edition of the magazine.

  I have to admit, he’s quite the intimidating man. ‘No’ definitely wasn’t in my cards for me to say, especially on day one of being here. I’m nervous as hell. And might I add how jaw-dropping handsome this man is? It isn’t helping my nerves or my impaired mind any bit, which just somehow got me to say yes to his ridiculous request.

  His dark brown hair, paired with his light blue eyes, is enticing, making me want just his attention.

  And me alone.

  He’s wearing a fitted gray button-down, emphasizing every sculpted muscle on his arm that could easily engulf me with one effortless swoop. Just his presence around me causes my nerves to spike and my heart to thump like a little girl with a school crush all over again.

  “Molly, what is that you like best here?” he asks me, tearing me from my daydream. I quickly gather my thoughts.

  “I like the people here, they’re, uh, nice,” I stumble out. “I thought that they were going to be snotty,” I admit to him, offering up a smile in hopes to lighten my comment.

  I tend to regret what I say in these nervous conversations. You don’t get the best Molly like this, that’s for sure.

  “You’d be foolish to believe I’d hire anyone who thinks they’re above others. We all know that’s no way to run a business and plus, that’s my job here.” He has a slight grin, causing me to feel uncertain if he was kidding or not on that last part. I go to object his almost considerably rude comment, but he gives no chance.

  “Now, I think we’re ready for you to try on that new lingerie section.” He narrows his gaze at me as he redirects our conversation.

  I feel my face redden. The intimidation of this man is unnerving.

  “You seem nervous,” he says as his eyes focus on mine.

  He’s observing me, watching me. I don’t know what to say to him. His attention isn’t calming, that’s for damn sure.

  “Do you want the truth?” I ask, keeping my eyes fixed on his. I don’t want to break contact at all costs and give him more of the upper hand he so clearly has on me.

  “I always want to know the truth, nothing less.” He gives me a nod as if it’s my turn to speak now.

  “Well, I’m just a little nervous if I’m being honest. I’ve only been here for a few hours, and now… now I’m going to be half-naked smiling at a camera. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’m not sure if I’m cut out for all of this.” I clear my throat, circling my thumbs together in front of me as I try to focus on anything but his unnerving focus that’s penetrating me.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Andrews,” I whisper almost inaudibly. He must’ve noticed as he takes a step forward, placing his finger underneath my chin and lifting my focus to him.

  “It’s going to be fine, little one. First-time jitters are quite natural. I will be here to help you, guide you through all of this. Just don’t quit on me. We have only just begun,” he says with a wink, then turns to head into his office down the hall.

  I can’t help but smile as he walks away, leaving me to ponder on his words, his touch. What did he mean we have only just begun? Maybe he can sense what he’s doing to me, the power he has over me.

  I’m almost certain he was just flirting with me…

  But I have been known to read these situations wrong. Hence why my love life is non-existent and has no bright future in sight it so seems these past nineteen years.

  “Are you ready to be fitted?” one of the girls picks up where Mr. Andrews had left off.

  “Yes!” I tell her. I’m feeling extra ready for my time to shine in front of my boss now.

  The girl is a brunette, with a soft voice, and rather flawless features. She leads me to her fitting room and takes out the lingerie sets Mr. Andrews has selected.

  “How long have you been working here?” I ask her.

  “A couple of years now. Mr. Andrews is awesome, not to mention the perks alone of working for a man of his status. If I didn’t have this gig, I would be back to square one of picking up any modeling job I can land for $100 bucks, and that’s if I’m lucky. Nothing compared to what I make working here. I’ve always felt welcomed since day one, and I’m sure you’ll feel the same in no time,” she assures me with a warm smile, making me feel at ease.

  “My name’s Molly,” I tell her, sticking out my hand as she hands me a black, lace, two-piece garment that is almost see-through.

  “My name’s Ash.” She grins at me, watching me turn to go into the dressing room to try it on.

  “Do you want me to wait for you?” she asks.

  I don’t want to sound like someone who needs their handheld every second of the day.

  “No, that’s alright. I know where I need to go.”

  I hear her steps leaving the room until they fade out completely. Only then I realize that I should’ve asked her where the robes are so I don’t have to wander the halls in this skimpy lingerie that she has given me. It’s too late now, though.
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br />   I hear the door open a few minutes later.

  Ash is back, I secretly hope to myself for my robe’s sake.

  Assuming it’s her, I open the dressing room door and step into the small room that we’re sharing for today. I’m about to call for her when I hear a soft groan come from behind.

  I’m startled to see Mr. Andrews!

  He and I stare at each other from across the room. His eyes don’t move from my scantily-clad body.

  “My models are beautiful women, but you… you look incredibly hot in that. You’re going to be the front page of the magazine this fall, there’s no doubt of that,” he tells me, squeezing his hands in fists as if he’s uncomfortable, almost in pain.

  I’m not sure how to respond.

  Is this really happening right now?

  There’s a slight pause between us. I swear the room is getting hotter. My nipples are hardening, pressed against the thin fabric of the lingerie, and that’s where Mr. Andrew’s eyes stray. His gaze shifts, slowly sliding down my body to linger on my flat stomach, then drift them between my legs where they remain for a moment before taking in the length of each leg. The longer he looks, the hotter I seem to get for him.

  “The things that I could do with you,” he murmurs in a deep voice. I glance down shyly and notice through his slacks his hardness for me.

  That’s all for me.

  “I was, uh, just wondering where the robes were.” I clear my throat, not wanting to look or sound even more like an idiot.

  “Here,” he says, walking over to the closet and grabbing a pink silk robe out from the second shelf.

  Instead of giving it over, he wraps it around me himself, holding it open for me to tuck my arms into the sleeves, one at a time. Then he ties it for me, his fingers slightly touching the top of the lingerie where my hard nipples are. I bite back a moan, swallowing it, hoping it doesn’t try to rise again. Just his presence alone is causing me to soak this lacey piece, and we haven’t even started the shoot.

  “There. Now you look decent. If you can get me hard just by looking at you, I can only imagine how many men are going to buy these for their wives, girlfriends, lovers…” He lets his voice trail off. My eyes stay fixed on the crotch of his pants as he steps away from me.

  Did my boss just say what I thought he just said? Either way, I’m not complaining. His touch, warmth, words; it all makes me melt.

  I feel the wetness inside the lacey panties I’m modeling, and blush creeps up into my cheeks.

  2

  DEAN

  I can’t stop thinking about Molly as she poses. The way she bends, the way she blows kisses at the camera, all make me sure I’ve picked a good one. She’s going to light up the company.

  I can’t wait to talk about her at dinner. I always talk about my new models at dinner time with my wife, it’s not like we have much of anything else to discuss. I’m not sure that she appreciates it, but she’s also aware that when business is booming, it means that she’ll get to spend more of my money that’s coming in.

  Despite it being Molly’s first day, she is excellent at her job. She smiles at the right moments and makes sure that she gets it right the first time, with little to no direction. I don’t have to tell her that she needs to tilt her chin one way or another. I don’t need to ask her to smile for me. It all just comes naturally to her.

  She’s stunning.

  By the end of the day, I want to jerk off so fucking bad just so my dick stops aching by the time my wife sees me. I don’t want her thinking that anything is going on with me and the models. Even though, I am pretty sure she’s been having an affair, but I could honestly care less. It’s not like we’re physical anymore. We haven’t been for over a year. I’m not sure what’s been keeping this marriage together in the first place…

  It’s always been harmless fun with the models at the agency, and that’s where it stays. I don’t take anything seriously when it comes to my models, plus none of them have ever grabbed my attention for more than 30 seconds. Well, all but one. Molly.

  I walk to the parking lot, exiting outside and finding Molly heading for her car.

  I give her a smile. “Be safe, Molly. Have yourself a good night.” I say as I imagine her in the lingerie that she was wearing earlier. I can’t help it. She has some type of spell on me or something, but I can’t seem to get her perfect little body out of my head.

  “Thank you, you as well, Mr. Andrews.” She grins at me and gets into her four-door white car. It looks as if it’s seen better days, but who am I to judge anyone by what they drive or what they wear? It's all about what’s in their heart, right? I’ve certainly had to learn that the hard way with being in my second marriage now.

  I watch her pull out of the agency.

  As I’m driving, I realize that we’re heading the same direction. My cell phone rings, and I pick it up, seeing that it’s my wife, Trish. She hardly calls me unless she needs something. What the fuck could it be now? It’s not like she doesn’t have everything she wants. We have a grand estate, emasculate yard, and a maid cooking and cleaning daily. More money? Another night out? It could be anything knowing Trish.

  “I’m on my way home,” I tell her, wondering if that’s what she’s checking up on as I concentrate on the road in front of me.

  The more I drive, the more I realize that Molly must live close by because she’s still heading in the same direction as me. She hasn’t turned off.

  Maybe she’s meeting someone, or perhaps someone has called her to meet up for a few drinks. I live just around the corner from one of the biggest clubs in town, and I know right now they’re just getting the party started there.

  “I have something to tell you,” Trish starts, her voice is soft.

  “What is it?” I ask as I watch Molly put her directional light on.

  She’s pulling into my driveway up ahead.

  I don't understand what’s going on. Why is she here? Did she find out where I lived, and now she’s going to tell my wife what happened in the dressing room earlier? Did I make her feel so uncomfortable that she felt the need to seek out Trish to have a face-to-face talk about what happened?

  I see that Trish is outside on the phone. She must’ve not realized how close I was to home, but when she sees me, she hangs up with me. She has a small smile on her face when Molly gets out of her car.

  I’m not sure that I want to get out of my car as I watch Molly cross the driveway and hug Trish. With the two of them standing side by side, I get the sense that they are related somehow. It dawns on me that Trish had talked about a daughter from her first marriage. I’ve just never met her, and now I realize that the model that I had been flirting with, the model that I imagine seeing every time I close my eyes since I greeted her this morning, is my stepdaughter.

  Fuck.

  I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

  “Here we go,” I mutter to myself, marveling at what a small world it is.

  “I want you to meet my daughter, Molly.” Trish grins from ear to ear as I reach them by the front double-doors of the estate.

  I smile and give Molly a nod, trying not to appear awkward. “I believe we’ve already met. She’s the new model at my agency. I thought there was something familiar about her earlier,” I say, stifling a laugh.

  How stupid could I be not to notice the similarities? I mean, Trish has brown hair, Molly has blonde hair with vibrant blue eyes, but otherwise, the resemblance is uncanny —their figures are the same, and their voices and inflections are strikingly similar.

  “She looks more like her father than she does me.” Trish laughs and hugs me tight as my attention shifts to Molly. I notice that she’s smiling at me, almost daring me to flirt with her now. I know that I’m playing with fire, but I can’t stop what’s already begun between Molly and I… despite her being my stepdaughter.

  3

  MOLLY

  We have dinner together, but it’s cut short by my mother’s friends when they call and ask h
er to join them for a celebration. I’m not sure what they’re celebrating because I’m preoccupied with Mr. Andrew’s discomfort. He keeps glancing surreptitiously from me to my mother.

  My heart beats a little faster as I realize I am seriously crushing on my stepfather right now. When I left the parking lot, I didn’t realize we were both heading for the same place. But who would have?

  I kind of figured that maybe he was just the type of boss who would follow me to see where I lived… I suspected he was looking for a hookup. Now, as my eyes catch on him from time to time, I can feel the heat between my legs intensifying. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss him, to touch him.

  I know that neither of us will tell my mother about what happened at the agency today. We would be dumb to say anything other than work was good, just as it’s always been for Mr. Andrews.

  “I’m sorry that I’m heading out like this. Dean will show you around the place. It’s rather large, and we do have a butler, but he can still show you where to put your things. I’m so glad you’re here,” my mother tells me, giving me a soft hug.

  Odd. It’s as if my mother is playing some game of pretending she cares about me when she and I both know there’s no bond. I’m only here temporarily, just long enough to save to get back out on my own. Matter of months, if that.

  I don’t get up from the chair as I hug her back. She kisses the top of my head, and I watch her kiss Dean’s cheek before heading out the front door. Their affection seems scripted. Almost as if they’re just going through the motions vs. showing their emotions.