by Mia Madison
“Say you don't want me,” he says in a raw animal tone. “Say it.”
“I -” Cant say it. Because I cant bear for him to stop. I can't bear his hands to leave off pinching my nipple buds or the vacancy of an empty pussy. “-Want you.”
With that admission Smith drops to his knees on the ground. Tearing my underwear down my thighs with him as he goes. So ferociously I have to lean back into his desk and throw my weight on my hands behind me.
He flattens his palms at the top of my thighs and his thumb pads pull my pussy lips open. A flare of shyness flies up me as he gazes so close on my glistening spread. But that's quickly replaced by filthy lascivious need for more. Just as I opened my legs for the whole city, now having my ex-daddy tug my folds open and devour me with his eyes is beyond hot. As is his breath, falling across my clit.
“You smell divine, baby,” he groans.
Then he tugs me open for him a little further, so a gush of juice trails down my left thigh. Another, wilder groan escapes his compressed lips and then his tongue lashes up the length of me.
“Oh, my, god.” I throw myself further back on the desk.
He rips one side of my underwear all the way down and I lift my foot for him to tear it off. Thus freed, he pushes my leg up over his shoulder as he bites down on my hard little point through pursed lips. His fingers thrust into me again and now I'm so close, nothing on earth I could say or do would change what we're about to surrender to. This sin we're about to commit.
With so many fingers artfully stroking and rubbing and jabbing, with a tongue lapping around my entrance and sucking on my clit, I let go. I come on his face right there, spread across his glass desk in a sky high office, my panties dangling from one ankle. I buck and jerk, screaming his name – I can't think whether I called him Smith, or Daddy, or a combination of both. I'm completely lost in the tornadoes of pleasure ripping through me. I rub and grind my pussy down on his mouth as he pulls endless currents of lust releasing from me, like waves slamming onto the shore.
“Come for me more, Baby,” he commands me, as his fingers take over where his mouth left off.
He somehow extracts more pulsations and juddering aftershocks. I shake through more orgasms than I imagined possible, while my daddy boss watches my pussy spasm and then finally relax into a blissful state of release.
Smith nips and laps up the juices flowing down my thighs then picks up my underwear. But instead of putting my foot back in the empty hole, he tugs them off the other leg. Then he stands up using only the power of his amazing thighs and with a grin shoves my panties in his pocket.
“Souvenir,” he says with a filthy grin. “I want you thinking of me the rest of the day.”
“Oh, I can guarantee I'll be doing that,” I moan. Still in spasm with what he pulled from my body. Once again a pool of pudding mix one breath away from melting.
He plants a fast kiss on my mouth so I get a taste of the sticky juice from my own pussy. I'll be on his lips the rest of the day. Smith's insatiable gaze burns into my bare breasts like he can never get enough of me. Suddenly shy, I lift my hands from behind me to replace my cups and button my blouse.
“No,” he orders. “I want to look at you. You're my little doll.”
Chapter NINE
Smith
My little girl is now completely confused. Her little fingers reach behind her, seeking support from my desk. She stands there with her skirt hiked up around her hips, her pink pussy all swollen and glistening with a combo of her juices and my saliva. Her shirt is ripped open and her bra torn down so her fantastic tits are bared.
All of her is exposed, just as I've always wanted her and now I'm eating her up with my gaze. Trailing up and down her curves, thinking I have never seen a more perfect body in my life.
“Smith, why are you staring at me like that?” she mewls.
Her hand tentatively lifts to cover her tits and I let out a low growl that makes her whip it back. She doesn't dare to challenge me. She's also confounded by my sudden relaxation of rabid lust. The pimpled kids she's been with before me probably thought only of their own need to get off. Her pleasure was only the means to get what they wanted, not the end in itself.
Forcing Carly to come on my mouth was delicious and all I need from her. For now. She's clearly forgotten she's hired to do a job.
“I'm examining my doll,” I tell her.
“I'm not your doll. You make it sound so... kinky.”
I put one hand to her lower lip to silence her. Then I cup her breast in my hand where it sits so perfectly. The perfect curve, the perfect weight. My dick stirs in my pants again. I might have been wrong about not needing to get off myself. I might need to bury myself inside Carly's tight sweet pussy sooner than I planned.
“That's exactly what you are,” I inform her, strumming my thumb across her nipple so the rosy bud puckers up for me again.
She really is so sensitive and full of desire. Exactly how I like. And that's all mine. That will never belong to anyone else.
“Can I get dressed now?” she asks.
“I'm not finished with you yet,” I tell her.
I'm almost slathering for another taste of her. The aroma of her naked slit is as sweet as a fine wine and just as heady. Sadly that cannot be replicated but the rest of her can.
“You want to fuck me, Smith?”
“Is that what you want, Baby? You want my big cock inside that tight little hole?”
She gasps at that. Like she never expected me to talk so dirty. But her nipple puckers up hard as a little bullet and I roll it in my fingers, making her purr.
“I want to know why you brought me here. No one gave me any work to do or even told me what my role will be in the company. I've done nothing at all, all day.”
“That's not strictly true. You were working hard on yourself, with your hands in your luscious folds right before I arrived.”
“Oh, that was you?”
Her cheeks flush pink knowing that I caught her stroking her wet folds as I piloted my bird to its landing spot on the roof.
“I still need to know why I'm here,” she insists, showing a lot of will. “What do you even do in this building?”
“You're going to be my doll.”
“I don't understand.”
“You'll come in here, in my office when I need you and strip. You'll remove your panties and show me your perfect tits and spread your legs for me whenever I tell you to.”
“That's not a job, that's a slave,” she snaps.
She bats my hand away from her and replaces her bra as best she can. Half the buttons on her blouse are torn right off, meaning she has a hard time fastening it.
“It's your job,” I inform her. I walk around the desk and sit in my chair, leaning back casually, legs stretched out.
“I won't do it. I'm not doing that.”
She has to turn and face me, standing on the opposite side of the desk because there are no other chairs in the room. I like to keep people on edge, not laid back in my presence.
“You signed an employee contract this morning,” I say.
“Not to be a sex doll. We shouldn't even have done what we just did. It's so wrong. It's so – dirty.”
“Seems to me like you like it dirty, little girl.”
“I'm not doing it. You aren't going to take me to court and expose your demands on your ex-wife's daughter,” she says, the color rising to her cheeks, so pretty when she's mad.
“I don't have to. You've signed a general corporate non-disclosure agreement with your application that's as tight as your beautiful little pussy. Are you going to fight me, a billionaire, on this?”
She looks at me and her eyes fill with rage. She bites down on her lip and for a moment I think she's about to cry. Then she turns around and storms out of my office. I get up and stride around my desk after her.
“Carly, come back here,” I bark.
No one ever walks out on me like that.
She ignores me and I se
e her emerge from her office with her things and make a dash for the elevator. Of course I could stop her leaving with a couple of words to the operating computer. I could keep her here with me all night if I choose to.
I return to my chair again, considering whether I should do exactly that. Maybe I went too far. Holding back on the truth of what I do here at SmithTech. I was intoxicated with Carly actually being here, alone in my office. Possessing her at last and how she allowed me inside her body so eagerly. I'm sure part of her fury is that I didn't give myself to her in return. I drained every last emotion from her without so much as loosening my tie.
I doubt she's met a man like me in her life yet. Because although she knew me before, she never really knew me. As a teen she was mostly interested in playing with her phone, not chatting with me about my various businesses. Our interactions never went much beyond 'Good morning'. Until I caught her spying on me that is. Obviously she has no idea what I've built here and intend to storm the future with.
Rachel appears in my office, her smile sweetly provocative as ever. I thought I was alone here with Carly, but then remember I forgot to send Rachel to bed before calling Carly in. After her little display in the window, I was in a torment to bring her to me.
“Can I do anything for you, Sir?” Rachel purrs. “You seem tense.”
She waggles her way toward me, her hips swaying side to side excessively. Her nipples pop up through the fabric of her blouse exactly on cue, enough to send any boss into a heated state.
“Would you like me to remove my panties, Sir,” she inquires. “You like it when I bend over your desk, my butt cheeks bared for you.”
“No thank you,” I tell her.
“Let me relieve you a little then.”
She steps behind my chair and massages my shoulders with her expert fingers that were rendered extra strong for just this practice.
I close my eyes for a moment and savor the release. But when Rachel bends forward and her big tits embrace my head, I tell her to stop. I'm fully aware of how she's about to get on her knees.
It's then that a shifting movement at the door makes me realize Carly is standing there. Her coat is on but unbuttoned, so I see where her bra is partly exposed under her destroyed blouse. She's looking at me in complete horror, like I'm the biggest cheating bastard in the entire world.
Then she turns and runs from my office, stumbling along the hallway.
Chapter TEN
Carly
I run blindly down the hallway, tears filling my eye sockets so the world blurs. I slam at the non-existent button for the elevator and my heart takes a nose dive further into the pits of my stomach when the door doesn't open. Of course. Smith has control of everything in this building. Obviously he can stop the elevator from opening.
I'll just have to face him and let him see how much he's hurt me because there's no way to hide it. I slap out my frustration on the space where the control panel to call the elevator should be.
Why was I such a fool as to allow him to play with every part of my body, like some sex doll?
Because it felt too damn good is why.
And because I've held secret dreams about exactly that since Smith disappeared out of my mother's house. Even while he was still there, I longed for him to tug my underwear down my thighs and bury his tongue between my lips.
He's proven himself to be the bastard she always said he was. And more. To destroy my pussy like that, to suck all my juices out of my glistening spread into the back of his throat, to lap up all the remaining drops and then to casually dismiss me like I'm... his toy.
Every thing and everyone is a toy to Smith. An object to be used for his pleasure and discarded. He's nothing but a big kid. All the fast cars and huge motorbikes he had when he lived with us. He was always a fanatic for the latest gadget and shiny new toy. But really, driving his helicopter up the side of his building. What an ass. And then his assistant is another sex doll so I'm just meant to be one of a harem of toys for him to play with. Fuck that.
And then the elevator glides open, the light inside is a soft lavender pink. I fall in and reach automatically for the buttons. Not there, of course. But the door slides shut without the jarring slam as it reaches the pocket, and we start the smooth ride toward the ground.
I'll have to go home and tell my father I won't be moving out after all. The job didn't work out. I guess he'll assume I was fired for incompetence or some shit, my first day. That management soon discovered no way I could be worth that big office or the kind of salary I'd get as an intern here.
I don't want to face all that. Not on top of the devastated way my heart hurts after the scene I just witnessed in Smith's office. What was I expecting? After the way he forced me up against the desk and spread my legs, sliding his fingers under the fabric of my underwear. It was so amazing, the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Everything I ever imagined I'd feel with my ex daddy and more. And now more is all I want. If I'm honest, I wanted Smith to claim me as his.
Which was a ridiculous thing to hope for from a man like Smith. A titan in the business world, judging by this building he's ripped the core out of and redesigned into some shrine to corporate technology. I had no idea he was this much into the future when we lived in the same house. But then what did I know about Smith at all back then?
My entire focus was on his stunning features and stubble covered jawline. A replacement for the boy bands I'd recently passed over, moving on to real hunks. He was my sex toy. At least in my mind. Something to drool over and spy on while my pussy twitched with longing.
But Smith was always more than just an experienced man. He was twice my age with ropes of hard muscle I never saw on boys in school, or even grown men in their twenties. His bulging muscle lifted huge stacks of weight on the Nautilus machines he'd installed in our basement. Once I caught him coming out of the ensuite sauna room with only a small white towel strapped around his taut narrow hips. That was the start of my forbidden desires for Smith.
I should be glad he's shown me what I've been missing. Because I certainly never imagined it could be like that. The tilts at my virginity made by boys I dated before now were made with selfish gropes and obvious manipulation. Maybe I was too hasty in refusing to do what Smith wants. Because what could be a sexier job than having Smith call me into his office at whatever time of the day he feels like and ordering me to take down my panties? But then again how does a job like that build my future? And what would I write on my resume? And what about the harem?
“Shit, why aren't we moving?”
I got so lost in my dirty thoughts about Smith's strapping body, I didn't notice the elevator had come to a halt. And now we're lifting upward again, I'm sure of it. I'm more than a little discombobulated and this thing moves so insanely smoothly, it's hard to tell which way it's traveling.
But I don't have long to wait until the door glides open again and Smith steps inside. Without a word, he turns around to face the door, standing right beside me but looking up at the non-existent number panel above the door.
I set my face in a furious glare when he walks into the elevator. There's no excuse he can give me for what I just saw between him and his secretary. But I have to laugh inwardly at the how we're standing side by side gazing up at the descending numbers like people always do in elevators. Except we're staring at nothing.
Our arms are almost pressing close, except Smith is towering over me and his bulk seems to fill the small area, crushing me and making me small even without actually touching me. Without my permission, my heart is doing a war dance against my rib-cage. My breasts fill with the pressure of lusty desire, craving his forceful touch. The way he squeezes my flesh, gentle and caressing but with increasingly hard pressure that tells me how much he wants me, makes my clit start to pulsate again.
Shit, why can't I stay mad at him?
“Good evening, Sir,” the elevator purrs in her sensual tone. Even the gadgets in Smith's life have to be sexy.
“G
ood evening, Epiphany.” Smith says.
Crap, he's talking to a machine.
“Would you care for some Barry White, or maybe Rihanna, Sir?”
“No thank you, Epiphany. I don't think Miss Tinder is in the mood for sexy music.”
“I'm sorry, Sir, but I have to disagree. Miss Tinder has an elevated heart rate of 167 and her temperature has risen 0.089 degrees since you joined her.”
“What the -? The elevator is recording my vitals?” I squeal. “Is that essential knowledge for all your employees?”
“It tells me their state of mind, so yes I suppose so. But it's mainly used for clients coming up to meet me for a closing.”
“So you can maintain complete control?” I snap.
“You say that like it's a bad thing,” Smith says, still gazing up at the non-existent buttons while I turn to look at his gorgeous chiseled jaw. “No one walks out on me, Carly,” he rasps.
“Are you having an affair with your secretary?” I blurt out.
“What?” he grits out, like I'm hallucinating the crazy stuff.
He doesn't want to admit to being caught. That perfect jaw is now taut and pulsing.
“I already know the answer,” I continue.
“Stop the car,” Smith barks and the elevator glides to a halt.
He looks down on me, his eyes searing straight into me.
“What are you doing?” I demand. “You can't keep me in here. You can't kidnap me.”
“Actually I just did. And you're going to stay in here until you stop acting like that kid.”
“I am a kid. Or at least I'm not the woman you need. I can't believe I was that close to letting you be my first.”
Smith opens his mouth to interrupt with each statement I utter, but the last one seems to blow him away.
Chapter ELEVEN
Smith
I cant believe what she's telling me. That she's a virgin? I just thrust into her so roughly and broke her untouched pussy? It was tight for sure, but it wasn't like anything popped. Now I feel like a complete douche for not taking care of her. I had no idea.
