“Yes, Daddy.”
“You two are unbelievable,” Lucinda said, pushing up to her feet, attitude returning full force. Julian didn’t bother to keep her down this time. “Everything is so perfect in your world. I’m glad you don’t get the Loft anymore, Morgan. I’m glad we won’t have to deal with you.”
“Ah ah ah, Lucinda. There’s no ‘we’ here. I own the building. I still provide more than thirty percent of the funding. I’m your boss. Or rather, I’m your former boss. I advise you not return to the Loft. If you choose to spread that video around, you will find yourself having a very difficult time getting another job or being welcome in the BDSM community. My reach is widespread. Very few people will trust you over me. I have worked hard for my reputation, and I’m not about to have that ruined by a woman who needs a strong Dom to paddle her ass till she learns not to be so selfish.”
“I’m sorry for you, Lucinda,” Morgan said, wrapping her arm around Julian’s. “He’s amazing, but he belongs to me.”
Then Julian leaned down to snatch the camera from his feet. “This belongs to the Loft, and we certainly wouldn’t want the police to know you’d stolen property from kids. So many infractions, Lucinda. I guess you sort of got what you wanted in the end. I do own you.”
Morgan snuggled in closer to him, and the two of them exited Lucinda’s apartment, the door slamming shut behind them. He heard Lucinda’s furious scream through the thick metal of the door, but it only made him laugh.
“She might still come forward with the video,” Julian said, searching Morgan’s face for any lingering fear.
“She might, but I don’t really think so. Did you see how she faltered when I mentioned I resigned? Maybe she’s just really lonely and doesn’t know how to express it.”
He winged an eyebrow at her, and she giggled. “It doesn’t matter anymore anyway, Daddy. The Loft will be safe. Kathryn will take over as executive director, and if the two of us have to weather a little scandal? So be it. We’re hardly the first people to make a sex tape.”
Julian chuckled. “The Smith people really thought we were doing professional pornography?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. I was the one blindfolded, gagged, and in a schoolgirl outfit.”
“Indeed you were.”
She blinked up at him, opening and closing her mouth before straightening her shoulders as if she’d decided something. “I want you to tell me about your other videos. I don’t want to see them, but I want you to tell me everything you did so I know.”
“All of them I imagined were you. If you saw them, you’d know. Every single submissive looks very much like you. You giving yourself to me completely.”
She smiled. “Were any of them schoolgirls?”
He shook his head. “No. They were a means to an end for me. Placeholders because I didn’t believe enough in you. Or me.”
“We’re done with that now, Daddy.”
“Yes, my little. But speaking of the schoolgirl outfit, that’s a scene we’ll need to repeat. It was cut off too soon, and I’m dying to get you in knee highs and a plaid skirt again.”
Morgan giggled. “Anything for you, Daddy.”
Epilogue
“That’s it, little girl. Open your mouth wider for Daddy. Let me control the pace.” Julian gripped the back of Morgan’s head and held her steady. He spread his legs farther to accommodate her between them.
With his free hand, he reached under her chin and grabbed her tit, squeezing it just enough to make her moan around his cock.
This was how he liked her. Days like this were his favorite, and since she’d left the Loft and come to work part time for his agency, he had the freedom to play with her far more often than the last several years.
“Spread your knees wider, baby girl.”
She inched them apart, abrading them against the rough carpet under his desk.
“That’s my good girl.” He stroked the underside of her breast and dug his fingers deeper into her hair.
He loved how she could hold her mouth open so wide that it took her longer to suck him off. When she squeezed her lips around his cock, he shot off too soon. With her hands clasped behind her back, her spine straight, and her hair braided behind her neck, she was a vision that drove him close to the edge even before she sucked him into her warm mouth.
The fact that he often made her do this during their lunch break inside his locked office made it all the more titillating. He knew by the way her hands shook as she removed her blouse and skirt that she found the rush of fucking in his office arousing.
Julian was close. Too close. He jerked his baby’s braid back and twisted her nipple at the same time, dislodging her mouth from his cock and forcing a whimper from her lips.
“Daddy?”
“That’s enough, baby girl. I need to be inside your sweet pussy.” He lifted her under her arms and settled her over his cock, the tip poised at her entrance. Before he let her lower over him, he spread her thighs wider and stroked his thumbs through her lower lips. “So wet for me, little girl.”
“Always, Daddy. Please…” She tipped her head back and moaned toward the ceiling, her thighs quivering under his palms.
“Fuck me, little girl. Show Daddy how you like it.” He released the grip on her thighs and let her body collapse onto his cock. He had to grit his teeth to keep a rein on his own control.
Morgan settled over him until he impaled her to the hilt. She ground her sweet pussy at the base of his cock and gripped his shoulders with her fingers before lifting off his lap and slamming back down.
“Daddy…” The one word he loved to hear from her lips slipped out again on a breath. She was close.
He was too, had been for several minutes while luxuriating in the depths of her mouth. He needed her to slow down, or he wouldn’t last.
Wrapping his hands around her ass cheeks, he heaved her into the air as he stood, keeping his cock impaled in her tight sheath as he set her on the edge of his desk.
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip between her teeth. Her fingers released his shoulders and smoothed down to his biceps to grip him even tighter.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.” Julian slowly pulled out of her pussy and then just as gradually returned to fill her again.
Morgan’s eyes glazed, but she held his gaze anyway, blinking through the tears that gathered along the bottom edge. His little girl had gotten more emotional in the last few months since they’d entered this new level of commitment. She had a tendency to let a few tears slip down her cheeks when he fucked her like this. She insisted they were tears of pure bliss.
Julian believed her. He’d never been happier, and all indications pointed to his little girl’s sweet joy also.
Slow deep thrusts held him on edge and made him narrow his gaze at the euphoria in her features. Her mouth fell open, releasing her lip, and her eyes widened as she grew closer to orgasm. “Oh. Oh,” she muttered.
“Yes, little girl. Tell Daddy what you need.”
“Fuck me, Daddy. Harder.” She thrust her torso onto his cock, and he met her boldness by slamming into her, setting a new rapid pace that drove him mad within moments.
“Come for me, little girl. Show Daddy your appreciation.”
Morgan’s head rolled back as she moaned through her orgasm.
Julian met her head on, his cock buried deep inside her as he pulsed against her cervix, enjoying the way her pussy gripped his dick in rhythm with his own orgasm.
For long seconds they heaved for oxygen, neither moving from this position, each gripping the other as though they would slip away and lose each other if they released their tight hold.
Julian finally eased his hand from his baby’s hip up to the back of her hair and lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Beautiful, baby girl. So perfect. Lunch was delicious.”
She smiled, a coy tip of her head. “I didn’t get to finish mine,” she whispered as she glanced between their bodies.
He chuckled. “I ne
eded to be inside you, little girl.”
“I loved it, Daddy.”
He eased out of her and reached for the tissues on his desk to clean her up and then himself. And then he gripped her hips and lifted to the floor. He slapped her thigh. “Get dressed, baby girl. You have a photo shoot, and I have a million things to take care of this afternoon.”
She pouted, her lower lip rounding out as she leaned over him and kissed his lips. “Will you be late again, Daddy?”
“No.” He returned the kiss, stroking his hands up her sides until he held her breasts in his palms. “I should be finished by five. You want to go out tonight? Dinner maybe?”
She smiled. “That sounds perfect, Daddy.”
“Anything for my little girl.” His heart beat fast as he watched Morgan pick up her blouse and skirt from the floor and wiggle into the wrinkled clothes. He handed her the panties from under the desk, but as she reached out to snag them, he pulled them back. “I think I’ll keep these today. You can think of me while you do your shoot, your pussy bare and exposed under your skirt.”
She inhaled sharply, but then seemed to rein in her shock. She lowered her gaze and turned toward the door. “If you wish, Daddy. Have a nice day.”
Julian stared at the entrance to his office as the door shut behind his sweet little girl with a soft snick. He was one very lucky bastard. He had everything he ever wanted in life and the sexiest little girl to share it with.
About the Author
Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, GA, with her husband and two kids. After years of editing, she is now a full-time author. With over 25 best-selling books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to contemporary to BDSM. She loves chatting with fans, so feel free to contact her through e-mail, Facebook, or her website.
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