Unwrap Me Daddy

by Natasha Spencer

  "I'm fine, Sarah. I'm just done looking over your reports, and I've got two things to say: I'm impressed, and I'm sorry. I should have given you more time today. I was distracted, and these plans are just too good for my inattentiveness. I'm sorry." He paused and cleared his throat, "These plans, however, are perfect. How did you get the news crews to agree to cover it? How did you work a charity auction up so quickly? I know it's only a few days away, and this is incredible. You managed to get the room space as a receipt for a charitable donation because of the venue, and you orchestrated that the leftovers would go to the homeless. You're brilliant. Why isn't anyone hiring you?"

  "Oh, thank you! You don't have to apologize to me. I know that...things have been very difficult for you lately. Trust me. I don't wish I was in your shoes with...her. But in any case; I thought this would be a good idea. They only need to be signed off on, and then I can put them into effect. I'll have to pull some late nights, but that's expected anyway," Sarah turned on her chair, spinning it back and forth and allowing Garrett a peek at the sheer underwear she wore, though her eyes were still glued to a screen to her right.

  Garrett did his best not to groan. Oh, he wanted to give her quite a few late nights; his manhood already throbbing at the forbidden idea as he watched her. He cleared his throat, trying to get himself to focus. "Consider it all signed off. If you need any help, speak with Patricia in budget or come straight to me. I won't be in the office tomorrow... taking a personal day, and then the rest of the week I'll be in and out while I work the trade deal with Tiffany's. I'll see you then."

  "Okay. Thank you so much, Garrett, I won't let you down!"

  Garrett closed the window quickly, and pressed his fingers to his temples. Had she done that on purpose?

  6

  When Sarah stepped into the rented ballroom that morning she had been worried that it wouldn't be finished on time. She had seen the dirt on the floor, the mismatched tables. She'd seen a lot of potential, but the work to get there had seemed immense. For a long moment after she'd thrown open the doors, she had simply stared into the abyss of the darkened ballroom.

  Now, at four in the evening, the room was much different. Tables sat in off-center rows as her master plan had designed. They were covered in white table cloths with red napkins, a tiny snow scene had been placed in the middle of each table, complete with a miniscule moving train and falling snow. Garlands and wreaths had been hung on every possible surface, and everywhere a Christmas-themed item could go, it did.

  There was a band setting up, with enough room for a crowd of dancers. There was a line of tables ready for catering, with plates stacked high. The emcee software was tested, the lights and more. She'd even thrown together a presentation on the charity she was helping, and needy children would be singing for the first half of the party. Donation-taking stations, pens, papers – she'd acquired it all, and she'd done it in record time. She had been impressed with the setup, and her team; though she was most impressed by the amazing amounts of publicity they'd managed to gain. As her specialty, she'd looked forward to this part the most. There were people from all sorts of magazines, television stations, and newspapers. They'd launched a quick ad campaign, and a successful campaign on Facebook as well.

  All Sarah had to do was get home and get ready. She'd already called her stylist and makeup artist, Gabriella Trin. She rushed home to meet her, shower, and get ready. When she left the shower, Gabriella was already sitting on her bed, a grin on her thin lips.

  "It's Garrett, isn't it? Why you picked that dress."

  She'd meant the black cocktail dress with the sheer paneling and sweep. It was a beautiful black dress on its own, but the way the dress fell made it look as if it emphasized all the right curves. The split up the side of the dress would reach her hip, and leave no room for underwear of any real kind. The heels she had picked out were simple and black, and she liked them that way. It assured that she was not likely to fall, at least not from her shoes.

  "Shh, what do you know anyway?" Sarah huffed, glaring at the stylist.

  "I know you've wanted him for years, girl. Don't get lippy with me." Gabriella was a tough woman, but not one who couldn't joke.

  "Let's see what we can do with that mug of yours, huh?" she said, playing with the blonde's hair.

  By the time Gabriella had worked her magic, Sarah hardly recognized herself. Gabriella had put her hair into a loose but elegant fish tail braid, and done her makeup in subtle warm smoke. Her lips had a lovely shade of rouge, and her makeup looked more like her own skin than makeup. Lastly, Gabriella had chosen the necklace and earrings Garrett had bought her for her sixteenth birthday as what to wear for the night. By the end of their time together, Gabriella stood back and looked at Sarah, clucking approvingly.

  "He's going to be drooling all over you."

  "I sure hope so. Thank you so much, Gabriella."

  The night went by much faster than Sarah had anticipated. She'd been so sure that she'd get to see Garrett and perhaps spend time with him. However, from the moment he got there he was bombarded by reporters, and if not them, business acquaintances. She, on the other hand, spent the evening managing every detail and figuring out how to fix one issue or manage another. The moments they had alone never seemed to coincide with one another. Sarah had seen Elisabeth several times, and listened to her tell reporters that her husband was well aware of her habits, and supported her endeavors. Apparently, Garrett had heard her too, as she'd been summarily escorted out.

  Right after, Sarah grabbed the hand of a frazzled-looking Garrett, and towed him away from the reporters, complaining of some issue the company had at the moment that he was required for an urgent meeting about some company policy. Garrett had excused himself and followed after her, his expression all business. When Sarah led him down a hall and to coat closet, he'd seemed confused, until she stepped in and locked the door behind them.

  Sarah leaned against the wall of the unused closet, her hand on her chest. She had only really meant to lead them both away from the onslaught of questions, and hadn't really anticipated what might happen when they got here.

  "You...brought me to a closet for a call?"

  "No, I brought you to a closet to hide you for a few minutes. You look like you're ready to start decking people or maybe take a very long nap. Are you okay? I didn't hear everything she’d said, but it sounded bad."

  "It was very bad. It'll be in the papers I'm sure. She's upset about...everything, really. It doesn't matter. We can't stay here long, you're needed for sure. Besides, the reporters will eventually come looking for me. They can track fear a mile away."

  "Whenever you're ready. I just wanted to give you a moment."

  Garrett stopped and eyed her for a moment; for a second she looked down at herself to make sure nothing had slipped out of place in her haste. Garrett came closer, his hand bracing him above her as his free hand slid along her neck to one ear, then the other, admiring her earrings. Then down her neck to examine her necklace.

  "You look exquisite tonight, Sarah. I wanted to tell you that when I saw you walk in. You look amazing," he said, wearing the warm smile he'd won her over with since a child.

  His touch had raised goosebumps along her arms, and brought color to her cheeks, and as she watched him fondle the necklaces he'd bought her, she almost kissed him. She could smell his cologne, and her body reacted to him as if she'd never been touched before. Her nipples were taut under her dress, and she squeezed her thighs together.

  "...you bought these," Sarah admitted softly, her hand reaching up and tentatively taking his. She watched his expression, and added, "For my sixteenth birthday. You said I was a woman now."

  "Oh, you are," Garrett said, his voice husky.

  Sarah's heart was racing as his fingers touched her necklace, and she thought she might faint. She wanted him terribly; her thighs were tight together, desperately trying to hide how badly she needed him. She took in a sharp breath and considered what she was about to do
for a moment, before she acted. She gently pressed his hand down to her chest, bringing his palm to grip her ample breast. Her lips parted, and she managed just the simplest of challenges, "...then show me."

  *****

  Garrett hadn't known what to expect, but when she placed his on her breast, his knees nearly went weak. He didn't hesitate; his mouth found hers in a hungry and devouring kiss. He knew only need, only desire for the woman before him, and could not even stop to consider the consequences. He kissed her until they were both gasping for air, yet even as he kissed her he hadn't ceased in touching her.

  Immediately he'd let his hands wander her body –a body he'd watched grow and mature over the years– and groaned at the feel of her soft, welcoming curves. There was nothing that bespoke an ice queen in Sarah; no, she was all things warm and comforting, and so when his hands gripped her he found only that she was warm and pleasant to hold. He gripped her breast, fondling it gently before teasing the peeking nipple that had taunted him over the last couple of moments. Oh, he'd seen her nipples grow erect, but he'd chalked it up to the cold.

  When the kiss was broken, he'd slid his hand into the slit of her dress, the other still squeezing and massaging her breast. Sarah's hands had run along the muscular planes of his stomach and down his sides, grabbing his belt to pull him closer. When their eyes met, Garrett stopped moving altogether, his senses screaming that this was Sarah, his best friend's daughter!

  "We don't... I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." Garrett tried to say, but Sarah kissed him again, and slid her hand down to grope his hardening erection.

  "I want you. I've wanted you for ages. I remember telling you I would marry you when I was eight." She paused to tug his belt apart, frantic to touch him. "I cried when you got married because I wanted to be the one up there. I look at you every day," she freed him from his trousers, eliciting a groan from the half-hard older man. "I've looked at you every day and wanted so desperately to tell you how much I want you."

  Garrett's head was spinning, his thick manhood throbbing in her fingers. As he looked down to watch her stroke and play with his shaft, he couldn't help but think of what she'd only just said, and groaned. She had wanted him too! But best of all, she didn't just want him, she was acting on it. Garrett shuddered as she teased the head of his erection, playing gently with her fingers.

  It dawned on him suddenly that he could have her. That for once, in all his dreams, he could truly have her. He kissed her again, suddenly starving for her touch. His tongue dominated hers, tossing aside all abandon as he commanded the kiss, his hips bucking against her hand a time or two before he was suddenly picking her up and settling her long, lean legs around his waist. He held her there with his hips, propped with her back against the wall.

  His hands slid up to play with her breasts, gently unsheathing them from the skin-tight dress. His mouth roamed down from her lips, tracing a pattern of needy bites and licks down towards the nipples he now pinched and teased. Sarah’s moans were getting louder, the sound only spurring him on to touch her more. His hips bucked against her in anticipation, and as his mouth found one of her nipples he groaned in satisfaction. Now all he needed was to stuff himself inside her as well.

  His newly freed hand wandered down her front, seeking out the slit in her gown once more. When he found it, he didn’t hesitate to slide his hand down the flat of her stomach, and to her sex. His fingers ached to delve into her, but a little patience here would go a long way. He stroked over her lips, feeling how wet she already was. He pulled his mouth from her nipple with a ‘pop’ and looked up at her, watching her expression as his fingers teased her lips for only a moment more before he eased the first one in.

  “I’ve wanted you for longer than I can tell you, Sarah. I’ve watched you grow up, and you’ve sat on my lap so many times and I’d had to keep my hands to myself. I think of you more than is proper, and I’m sorry for that, but I’ve wanted you so badly,” he growled against her neck, nipping at her lip and sucking it into his mouth to nearly bruise it.

  Sarah rocked her hips, the pleasure he was already building within her had her responding almost sluggishly as he confessed how desperately he needed her. Her hips bucked against him hard as he told her how badly he wanted her. She had gripped his shoulders, but once she was sure he had no intentions of dropping her, she slid a hand down to play with his cock, intently stroking and squeezing him. She’d seemed to need him just as badly, and when he bucked against her hand she moaned anew.

  “G-Garrett, please,” she gasped, her words stolen as his fingers slipped from her and he eased the head of his cock into her tight pussy. They both watched as his girth disappeared into her body; for a moment the whole world froze as the two of them were finally together, finally right. Sarah’s hitched breathing was the first thing to break the almost sacred silence, and Garrett’s groan followed shortly after.

  He began to pump into her, aware that her arms had laced around his shoulders and she was clinging to him as if he were all that mattered in the universe. He pumped on, his hips picking up the pace as Sarah’s cries became ever more incessant. He could feel sweat building on his brow as he grabbed her firm buttocks in both hands and continued to thrust roughly into her. He was so close, nearly there, and ready to fill her. As the sound of his thighs clapping against hers became the loudest sounds in the room, he knew he would come soon.

  Sarah held onto him, her thighs quivering with pending orgasm. She gasped, bucking against him as much as she could. When she finally came, crying out and whimpering, she clung to him in the throes of her own climax.

  Garrett waited, feeling her slick little cunt squeeze around his cock. A few more thrusts, the pace becoming disjointed, and he came too, driving his cock deep inside her and giving little thrusts as he spilled his seed within her, coating the walls of her sex with his come. He couldn’t help himself; his cock was twitching with the release he’d longed for for so many years.

  When they were finished, Garrett let her down, pressing her to the wall to steady her. When she could stand on her own, he let her. He fixed his clothes, his mind racing with what he’d just done. His conscience replayed the event, shaming him again and again. Had his own best friend not left her in his care to avoid this exact scenario?

  “That… that was good,” Sarah began, her dress fixed. “No,” Garrett interrupted her sternly. “That was stupid on both our parts, Sarah. That was immature and irresponsible.”

  7

  Sarah blanched, her eyes going wide. She didn’t seem to understand what he’d said at first, and for a moment she stared at him, her lips parted, trying to work out what he’d said, or why he had said it.

  “You and I can never allow that to happen again. Your father is my best friend, and he entrusted me with your safety, not to drag you through the mud with this kind of scandal… never speak of this. As far as I’m concerned, it was the wine,” Garrett said, his voice cold.

  Sarah stared up at him, her eyes huge. She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. His words had hit home indeed, and she felt as if he’d struck her. “But… but I love you, Garrett…” she whispered. He waved her off, exiting the closet.

  “Never again, Sarah.”

  Alone in the closet, Sarah was stunned. Had she done something wrong? Had she not been good enough? After all this time, had she not been enough for him? Was he just that sort of man? Her heart squeezed painfully, and Sarah got her jacket on, heading out of the side door of the hotel to her car.

  Fine, if he didn’t want her, he didn’t have to have her. She headed for the office, intent on clearing out her desk. There was no one there this late, so she took the elevator that would take her straight to the top. It appeared to be on the top floor, and would take a while to get down, so Sarah took a different elevator. It took two transfers and her key card, but she made it to the top floor.

  Sarah froze. There was a trail of blood leading straight to her office.

  8

  For a st
unned moment, Sarah could only stare at the blood trail across the floor. It couldn’t be blood. She had to be imagining things; yes, she was upset, but that upset? Just for good measure Sarah squeezed her eyes shut. All she had to do was think it through. Opening her eyes again, the trail was still there. She stepped gingerly and quietly around the desk to head for the office she had been in only hours before, her stomach in a knot. She stood outside the room, listening for any sound.

  After a few minutes that felt like hours to her adrenaline-riding brain, she peeked around the corner to her office. Sarah stared in disbelief, now knowing there was no one in her office. It had been hardly more than a closet, but the door hung from the frame now, her things left in a mess. Her spare clothes for the gym were in a tattered mass, her computer shattered in eight pieces. The potted plants she’d kept were now smeared across the white desk. The desk itself was listing badly, the chair in two pieces. The coat rack was stuck into a door, but the most disturbing thing was the macabre sight of the dead rabbit on her desk.

  Sarah stared in horror, her eyes wide in fear. What had caused someone to hate her this much? What had she possibly done? Her mind traveled to Elizabeth, and guilt welled up in her stomach. I should have known better, she thought. Yet the woman couldn’t possibly know already, and she had been at the party not long ago at all. She wouldn’t have had time to get here, would she?

  Sarah rubbed her face, turning away from the bloody scene on her desk. The sudden realization that someone could come back, or was still in the building was what prompted the sudden appearance of the police. Garrett came in to the building to realize there was also police searching his office. His had only been minorly vandalized; furniture was dented or otherwise, and the fish tanks had been knocked over. There were no dead animals in his office, aside from the fish. He caught Sarah’s attention, seeing her over the line of police tape. For a moment he tried to go to her, but when she turned her shoulder to him he stopped. “Sarah… are you alright?”