Tycoon Daddy

by James, Bianca

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, that’s what’s up. Are you upset with me for what happened?”

  “For making me wash your car? Or for slamming yourself into me on the hood of your car, in the front yard!”

  “Yeah, when you say it like that, it does sound pretty low rent, doesn’t it?”

  “You’re a guy, Mr. Kane. Guys think with their dicks. That’s just what guys do.” I shrugged matter-of-factly.

  “Even guys like me?” He quirked an eyebrow.

  “Billionaire tycoons who are good looking and athletic? Especially them from what I’ve experienced first-hand.

  “So, I’m good looking am I? For an older guy, you mean?”

  Heat prickled my face and neck as I blushed crimson with embarrassment. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “But you think I’m good looking, right?”

  I slapped him across thick, heavily muscled shoulder, regretting it as soon as my hand made contact. He felt like granite. “I did not say that. You’re my boss, for God’s sake.”

  “Your daddy,” he corrected me, seamlessly slipping into the role he was playing before the car wash adventure.

  “Are you trying to put words in my mouth?”

  “What would you like me to put in your mouth?”

  “I thought you came in here to apologize. What happened to that?”

  “I guess you bring something bad out in me, even when you’re not all wet, soapy and looking sexy.”

  “So now you think I’m hot?” I quizzed.

  “Didn’t you pick up on that the other day, when you were on my car?”

  He looked surprised that I asked that. Really? I was nothing like the hotties who I’d seen on social media arm-in-arm with the rich types at red carpet and charity events. I wasn’t even close to being in their league. They were all super-hot and they all knew it. Before I knew it, he was reaching across, cupping my chin in his large hand and turning my head so he could look me in the eyes.

  “Haven’t you noticed how I look at you sometimes?”

  “So why are you always looking like I’m invisible all the time? Like you don’t even notice me or care about me?”

  The only response that came from him was a shoulder shrug and a stupid grin that made me just want to slap him. That wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but it looked like the only one I was going to get.

  “That’s all you’ve got to say?”

  “What do you want me to say? You’re the hired help and a nanny for my kids. If I started something with you because I’m attracted to you what would people say if that got out? Can you imagine the headlines? My credibility on Wall Street would be shot down in flames.”

  “I had no idea. Not even a hint in all the months we’ve been living in the same house.”

  “What brought on the whole “Call me daddy” thing yesterday if you’re so worried about what the press is going to say?”

  “You know I was. That’s what started this whole thing off … you and your tight little skirt so you could wiggle your ass and flaunt yourself. Don’t forget I’ve noticed you doing that.”

  “You should have said something.”

  “Oh? And what was I supposed to say? ‘Hey Megan, domestic helper and nanny, I’m old enough to be your father but I want to jump you like there’s no tomorrow.’ Yeah, that’ll work.”

  Still holding my face in his hand, he leaned closer, his lips partly open, ready to engage mine …

  That’s when we broke off the kiss we hadn’t even started. Footsteps outside the bedroom door put an end to that. We’d both clearly forgotten his kids were spending the night at his house.

  My heart leapt into my mouth. That was so close.

  And with that, Mr. Kane left my bedroom without so much as a backward glance, leaving my bedroom suddenly cold and empty. Leaving me wanting.

  I made my way to the pool wearing the nicest bikini I could find, hidden under the towel I had draped around me. I felt a little self-conscious parading around wearing something so skimpy and revealing.

  As I turned the corner, I saw Mr. Kane standing on the edge of the pool, about to dive in. He hardly ever used the pool, but today I saw him crossing the courtyard toward the pool house and wondered if, maybe…

  His eyes widened as I let the towel puddle at my feet, revealing my bikini clad body.

  He looked speechless but I could see the primal hunger blazing in his eyes. I stood before him feeling totally self-conscious in the sexiest swimsuit I’ve ever worn.

  “Wow! That’s a very brief little something you’re almost wearing there.” That line sounded vaguely familiar, like I should recognize it, but I couldn’t recall. Maybe because I was so nervous.

  “I’ve never worn it before. I liked it when I tried it on last summer, but never really felt I had the body for it. I didn’t want to wear it in public and have people laugh at my big jelly rolls hanging out all over the place.” And that was the truth, too. I only bought it in case I met someone I wanted to impress during the summer.

  “Are you serious? You look supermodel hot in that. You really do.” The look on his face and the lust building in his eyes had me believing him, too. What he thought was all that mattered. I still had a pang of jealousy, though, when I pictured him being fawned over by those women he was photographed with in the papers and business magazines. Bitches. And yes, you read that right—I read business magazines. Okay, the ones with Mr. Kane in them, anyway.

  My eyes were drawn to the thickening bulge in his Speedo’s. I think he was embarrassed at being caught out like that because, the next thing I knew, he was dive bombing the pool and soaking me with a deluge of pool water.

  At least he drenched me with warm water, this time. “Bastard!” I screamed at him when he surfaced.

  “Come on, then, show us your diving style. And that’s Mr. Bastard to you.”

  With all the grace and poise I could muster, I moved to the very edge of the pool and tried to execute my best swan dive. Big mistake. I’d never been much of a diver but this one was a real ugly mess. It wasn’t until I broke the surface and saw Logan’s eyes bugging out of his head that I realized I’d lost my bikini top upon impact with the water. I just stood there like an idiot, hair dripping wet and my tits bobbing up and down to the rhythm of the lapping water. So embarrassing. As quickly as I could, I crossed my arms over my chest to preserve some sense of propriety.

  “You wouldn’t get too many of those to the pound,” he observed with his eyes fixated on my ample breasts, despite my attempts to cover myself with my arms.

  “You can be quite vulgar for someone who makes million dollar deals all day long and mixes with the rich and famous.”

  Yet, I liked hearing him say it. It made me feel attractive. Wanted. Desired. I loved that he didn’t just see me as his employee any longer, but something much, much more than that. My eyes turned to saucers as he waded across the pool toward me, like an alpha predator – primal lust written all over his gorgeous face. Even the hint of crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes only served to make him look more windswept and dashing, like one of those marauding pirates who plundered maidens in those old swashbuckler movies.

  Like a deer in the headlights, I remained perfectly still, unable to move. I was afraid he’d take me again. At the same time, I was afraid that he wouldn’t. I doubt I could have resisted his advances, even if I didn’t want him to touch me. He looked like he was on a mission. An alpha tycoon boss coming to claim what was rightfully his.

  “Mr. Kane, maybe we shouldn’t…” I whimpered as he got close enough to grab my arms and pull me close enough to him that I felt the hardness in his Speedos that seemed desperate to escape confinement.

  As if I weighed nothing at all, Mr. Kane scooped me up in his arms and strode effortlessly through the water to the steps at the end of the pool, carrying me out of the water toward the pool house, where the patio and pool furniture was stored. I clenched the rippling muscles in his back eve
n though I knew he’s never let me fall. It was just nice feeling the thick layers of muscle in his back and across his expansive shoulders undulate beneath his wet, tanned skin.

  Once we reached the door to the pool house, he didn’t break stride as he pushed the door open with his foot and turned to lock it with one fluid movement as soon as we crossed the threshold. I felt like I was something in between a newlywed bride and a primitive cave man’s mate as I was carried through the doorway in the powerful, possessive arms of my boss.

  With a gentleness that belied his strength, Cody deposited me on a sumptuously cushioned double chaise lounge and without a word of warning, crushed his lips to mine in a rough, needy kiss. He didn’t hurt me, but there was no love in that kiss. It was wild, passionate and very primeval. He sent a clear message with that kiss. He was in charge and I was his. As if to emphasize that point, he grabbed my breasts, one in each hand and squeezed them firmly, stopping at that edgy feeling where pleasure and pain become one in a blur of exquisite sensation.

  “Daddy? What are you doing? We can’t …” I murmured into his mouth. I knew what he wanted to hear and I knew how to give it to him.

  His only response to my feeble plea was to explore my mouth deeply and greedily with his tongue while continuing to ravish my bare breasts with his large, powerful hands. When he finally came up for air, I was gasping and in no fit state to carry on my protestations. Not that I actually wanted to for a moment.

  “Don’t say another word. The only thing I want you to open your sweet mouth for is my aching dick.” And if I had any doubt that he meant every word he said, he eased the elastic waist of his Speedos over his fully erect penis and shimmied them to the floor, leaving Logan totally naked and with a hard on that I could have used as a towel rail. I’d forgotten just how large and magnificent he was down there.

  No, that’s a total lie. I never forgot for one moment. I pretended to forget, though, because it felt so sinful holding images of my billionaire boss’s robust, glorious cock in my mind. As I gazed upon it again, I couldn’t help but marvel at the girth that felt like it was going to tear me apart, that first time. Now I wasn’t so afraid. I wanted to feel every inch of it inside my tight tunnel, stretching me to the limit. And the length definitely wasn’t going to be a problem. When he’d buried himself to the hilt last time, that swollen head of his touched places deep within that I would remember for a long time to come.

  While I continued to feast my eyes on his manhood, with its network of veins pulsing in the dim light of the pool house, crowned by the tight, shiny head I longed to feel buried deep within me, Mr. Kane removed my bikini bottoms, peeling them down my legs until he could thread my feet through them. We were both naked. Nothing separating us as he climbed onto the chaise lounge and straddled me with his jerking cock straining eagerly at the moist entrance to my waiting pussy.

  “Daddy, shouldn’t we be using some protection?” Not that I wanted to. I loved the feeling of him raw inside me last time and I’ll never forget how good it felt with his hot seed being forced into my waiting womb.

  “No. I want you like this. I want you to feel every inch of me. The real me. Besides, I’ve come too far to stop now, baby!” His tone was firm and final.

  Yes! He called me baby. He has a pet name for me!

  Before I could protest further, his beautiful cock was immersing itself in the wetness that had pooled within my bright pink pussy lips. After a few exploratory thrusts, it emerged from my lips coated in my slick juices which made it glisten like the thing of beauty that it was.

  “Ram me, Daddy. Give it all to me. Every inch of it. I can’t wait. I’ve waited long enough, already.”

  “Me, too, baby. Me, too.”

  And he did. He slid himself into me all the way without pause, until his balls slapped against my ass. I nearly exploded with joy. There was no pain. No discomfort. Only the feeling of being satisfied like never before and having a deep yearning totally fulfilled. I knew, then, that it would always be that way, possibly better as I learned more about my body and what pleasured me and Mr. Kane. And we had barely started!

  “Is that better than last time?” He looked genuinely concerned that he wasn’t hurting me.

  “Oh yeah! It’s amazing. I can feel every part of you in there and that big fucking head of yours is just to die for.”

  “How do you want it, baby? Slow and gentle or rough and fast?”

  I knew exactly what I wanted. I’d had many nights alone in bed thinking about how I wanted to take my boss and pleasure myself on him. After all, he didn’t hesitate to use me for his pleasure when he took me that first time.

  With some careful maneuvering, we managed to switch positions so that Logan was on his back and I was straddling him now, all without having to extract his cock from me. I didn’t want to be without him filling me up for a moment.

  He gave me a quizzical look, trying to work out where I was going with this.

  “Hang on and enjoy the ride, Daddy.”

  Of course, I had no idea what I was doing, but I felt like I had to do something or risk not pleasing him. I didn’t want to just lay there looking stupid while he did all the work. Raking my nails firmly down his bulging pecs, I then traced lightly across his nicely defined abs, enjoying the contours of each individual muscle group on display there.

  “You’ve got a lovely touch,” he moaned.

  While he was distracted with my massage, I started to rock my pelvis back and forth in a gentle rhythm that enabled me to guide the head of his cock where it intensified the sensation the most and gave me the opportunity to grid my clit against his pubic bone, which felt absolutely fantastic.

  I knew I was doing good because I could feel him growing inside me and the way he rolled his eyes back with each cyclic rhythm of my hips confirmed I was totally on the money. For good measure, I decided to practice my pelvic floor exercises and gave him a good squeeze with my vaginal muscles.

  “Oh … fuck me, baby! What was that?”

  “Ah, so your little socialite girlfriends don’t know how to do that?”

  “I don’t think anybody knows how to do that. I don’t even know exactly what that is but it felt fucking awesome. You could get me off just doing…whatever that was.”

  I stilled my hips and abandoned my vaginal ‘cock squeeze’ routine. I wasn’t ready for him to come.

  Yet.

  I needed something before I turned my attention to his needs. I wanted to be greedy.

  Something I’d thought about every day since that day he took me that first time. I wanted it so bad I could taste it. I remember smiling at the irony as I raised myself until his cock popped out of my tight, soaked opening, making a wet, slopping sound. As quickly as I could, I scooched toward Cody’s head, my eyes focused on his beautiful cupid bow lips, wondering what they would feel like as they indulged themselves on my waiting flower.

  “What are you—”

  I wasn’t there for the conversation. I needed to take control and take it fast, before I chickened out, so I planted my sopping wet pussy in his face to shut him up. I’d always been curious about how it would feel to have lips and tongue explore my inner folds and brush against my clit. I finally had my chance to find out. For some reason, other guys I’d dated didn’t seem too interested in doing anything that was for my satisfaction.

  Easing back slightly, I withdrew from full contact with his face to give him the space he needed to show me his moves.

  I wasn’t disappointed, either. He threaded his arms through my legs so he could use his thumbs to gently tease apart my outer lips, exposing the glistening pink lips within. Looking me in the eyes, Logan gave me an unmistakable ‘are you ready for this’ look and began to tenderly lick the length of my tender morsel with only the bare tip of his tongue. It was divine and my entire body quivered, eagerly awaiting more.

  Slowly, he brushed his tongue against my clitoral hood and the sensation took me by surprise, making me glad my responsive little
bud hadn’t fully emerged. I really didn’t think I could have coped with him licking my clit directly. Picking up on my hypersensitivity, he directed his attention to the entrance to my dripping tunnel which had, by now, had made the lower part of his face gleam with my essences. I was flowing in abundance from what he had done so far and the expectation of what was to come.

  The feel of his tongue probing my slippery depths wasn’t what I was expecting. I had the idea that it couldn’t really do much for me compared to the big, fat cock that had been inside me minutes earlier.

  I was wrong.

  Chapter 4

  It may not have been as long, hard or as thick as his cock, but … wow! Maybe it was the fact that he could probe and explore areas his cock couldn’t, but whatever it was, it felt fucking brilliant! Unable to hold myself back, I ground my hips forward, pushing myself hard against his face so I could take his delicious tongue as deep as possible. Unperturbed by the wet, gagging sounds issuing from his mouth, I continued to grind myself into him on and off like I was fucking his tongue for all it was worth.

  Reluctantly, I stopped and pulled back to let him catch his breath after he had given me a few frantic slaps on my butt to signal his distress.

  “Are you trying to drown me?”

  “Sorry about that. I’ve never had anyone down there before. I can’t help myself.”

  “Do you want to come in my mouth, baby? If you do, you know what to say.”

  “Please…yes, Daddy. Lick my clit. I think I’m ready for it now. Eat me!” I moaned.

  Tilting my hips to give him the access he needed, I braced for impact, unsure of what was to follow, but pretty sure it was going to blow my mind if what I’d experienced already was any indication.

  Subtly, he traced his tongue up and down one side of my sensitive lips, teasing me each time he got to my clit by giving me the merest hint of his tongue on the hood, then withdrawing again to lick the moist folds on the other side of my pussy. It felt so good, but I wanted more. Harder and faster. I think it was wanting that, but not getting it that made the whole experience what it was. Superb. In a way, it was the anticipation, not just his magic tongue that was giving me so much pleasure.