by Maren Smith
I also remember proposing to him when I was around five and he somewhere in his teens.
Dear lord, I have a history of throwing myself at Hamilton men. His brother Wesley should show up so I could proposition him too. Although, I think he’s married with kids. My parents had gone to the wedding when I was in high school.
“This is a surprise,” he says.
“I’m just dropping off something for your father,” I say a bit breathlessly, and have to snap out of it.
“He’s in a meeting with a client. I can take those.” He nods to the manila envelopes in my hand.
“Oh, yeah thanks. That’d be great.” I’m relieved and a bit deflated. I hold out the stack but he doesn’t take it. His gaze rakes me from head to toe, assessing, but blank enough I have no idea what he’s thinking.
“Why don’t you bring them to my office?” He holds an arm out, leaving me no choice but to walk ahead of him. He falls into step beside me, his warm broad palm coming to rest on the bare skin of my back.
I shiver, then stiffen hoping he didn’t notice.
Gran has always hated the new styles of summer dresses and blouses with cut out backs, and exposing deep Vs. My mother, too. Likely one of the few things my mother and gran aka Gigi Parkhurst, socialite paragon, agree on.
I never understood their issue with going backless, until now.
Until Teddy Hamilton’s one touch leaves me feeling exposed and completely naked.
Chapter Two
Theo
Hayden Parkhurst. Daughter of my father’s longtime friend, Philip Parkhurst and his liberal arts loving wife, Penelope.
Mrs. Penelope Parkhurst would be the only one wearing pant suits and non-pastels at country club events. My father referred to her as a real breasted woman when I was growing up. Not sure if he meant it as a compliment, but I always liked her. She married into money but didn’t give a whit about it.
Her daughter on the other hand… I’m not sure what her angle is. I still remember spying on her sneaking into my father’s house. It was the summer my father had manipulated me into coming to work for him. I’d been sulking in the garden when she’d appeared like a for-hire magical nymph in a black mini trench, black heels similar to the ones she’s wearing now, but big bows around the ankles, like she was a filthy little present. That silk curtain of her hair was pulled back in a sleek pony and she carried a basket like the fallen version of Red Riding Hood.
More than a little intrigued, I silently trailed behind her as she snuck into the house and up the stairs. Once up there, she disappeared into the master suite like she’d been there a dozen times before.
I’d been keenly disappointed in her, in my father. In myself for expecting anything less than my father having an affair with his best friend’s daughter. I always knew he went for younger women, but that seemed a bit much, even for him.
Have they been seeing each other this entire time? How many years ago had that been?
My gut clenches and I’m not sure why.
My colleague, Eric Stevenson passes us in the hall, all but leering at the girl as he gives us a perfunctory hello. I irrationally want to punch his face in.
I lead Hayden into my office, letting my fingers lightly trail along her bare spine before I release her to close the door and flip the lock.
This time I don’t imagine her shiver and I find it rather satisfying. I’d find it even more satisfying to bend her over my desk and spank her naughty ass for coming up to my father’s offices looking like she is.
Sin.
Temptation.
Innocence and perversion.
She shifts from foot to foot, nervously looking around my spacious private office with a view of the city as a backdrop.
Nepotism has been good to me.
“So you work for your father?” The words come off a bit nervously, as if she’s uncomfortable with silence and needs to fill it with small talk. I hate small talk. Especially false small talk.
I step past her and casually lean against my desk, ankles crossed. “I’ve been here a few years now. You didn’t know?”
“No, I guess my parents didn’t mention it.”
Her parents. Right. “I was assuming my father may have said something. Maybe you two don’t do a lot of talking.” My tone is snide, and leaves no doubt that I know what they’ve been up to. Might as well call her out. I’m not big on beating around the proverbial bush.
“Uhh, no, not really.” Her brows pull down in genuine confusion and for a moment I have misgivings.
Maybe I read things wrong, but you can’t read midnight rendezvous wrong. I’d left soon after I watched her disappear into his master suite, but when I returned home later that night, the sounds coming from his bedroom were unmistakable.
Fuck me, daddy. Yessss!
“Umm, well, here you go.” She holds out the papers again, sans one folder she holds back. “If you could make sure your father gets them.”
“What’s in there?” I snatch the withheld folder out of her hand before she can stop me. My brows shoot up when I open it. “Your resume?”
“I lost my spot as a newsroom intern at CBS. I’m going to find another position in my field, but… I need something to get my mother off my back until then.”
“How did you lose your spot?”
“I wasn’t willing to get on my knees for it.” Her chin tilts up, defiance in her eyes, and I suddenly want her on her knees for me.
I’d admire her for such a statement if she wasn’t one of my father’s many women. “Did my father tell you I needed a temp while my assistant is out on maternity leave?”
“Why would he? I didn’t even know you worked here. As you said, your father and I don’t talk much.”
Such sass. She definitely needs a spanking. I peruse her resume. It’s geared for broadcasting, but I’m not going to lie. She’s got more than enough to qualify her.
“You did a junior internship here?”
She blushes and tucks a silky strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, the summer before college.”
The way she avoids eye contact when she says this makes me wonder if that is when she started sleeping with my father. Dear lord, she’d been barely eighteen. She’s still young. Too young. Barely legal, not for the likes of me, young.
I hand her back the resume. “I already filled the position.”
She snatches it out of my grip. “Great.”
Something about her attitude rubs at me. “And I’m not looking to hire a little sorority girl who thinks she's all grown up because she wears revealing clothing.”
Her mild blush turns to an all out flush, but her eyes narrow. “Thanks for the unsolicited assessment, Mr. Hamilton. May I go now?”
I should let her leave. I really should… “I thought you wanted to work here.”
“My mother wants me to work here. I had my doubts. Which is why I wasn’t going to give you my resume.”
“But you did,” I needle.
“You stole it.”
“Fair enough.”
“Can I leave these papers with you or not?” she growls. It reminds me of an angry kitten.
“You can set them on the desk.”
Her eyes are now all but slits of annoyance. I know I’m being an ass, and can’t stop myself. The idea of her and my father sleeping together irritates me to no end.
She plops the envelopes on my desk, her hip bumping mine.
“Again, if you could make sure your father gets those, that’d be great.” The sweet sarcasm and ire in her voice is adorable.
As a lawyer I’ve always liked a good fight. I like being able to make someone lose their composure. It means I'm winning. Her anger is kindling, too easily sparked to flame, yet I find it no less satisfying.
I catch her around the waist as she moves to leave, and stand so I loom over her. Press against her tantalizingly exposed back. Mold myself to her. She smells like sun warmed flowers and fresh spring air.
My hand trails dow
n to the hem of her much too short skirt.
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t pull away or slap my hand. She should. Maybe she would if she knew all the things I’d like to do to her.
“You know,” I whisper in her ear before giving the lobe a nip. “There are benefits to being with a younger man.”
“Is that so? Let me know when you see one.”
“Such insolent behavior, Ms. Parkhurst. But I guess I shouldn’t expect anything less from such a naughty girl.” I inch her hem up and graze my fingers over her panties. Cotton. Interesting. I would have pegged her for seductive satins and laces.
Now she does grab my hand. “What are you doing?” Her voice is a breathy gasp.
“Sampling daddy’s little angel. Seeing if you get wet for all the Hamilton men or just my father.”
She sputters. “I don’t—that’s not true. What would make you think—did he say something?”
It’s a bastard move, but I ease my fingers into the waistband of her panties, past the fluff of hair and am met with slick heat.
“My, my, my. Ms. Parkhurst, you are very wet.” She clutches the hand I’m using to violate her, my father’s plaything, but she doesn’t push me away. I peek down her front and yank her skirt all the way up around her waist so I can see my fingers glide into her delicate heat. Her trembling hand grips mine.
Her white cotton panties are decorated with little pink and red hearts. My cock leaps in approval. I suddenly need to see her in nothing but those little girl panties and her big girl black heels. The perfect contradiction.
“Strip for me.”
“What?” Her voice is breathy and dazed. I flick over her clit and am rewarded with a full body shudder.
“Lose the blouse and skirt, sweetheart.”
“What are you doing?”
She mutters this more to herself, but I still answer, “Playing a game. Do you want to play with me?”
She hesitates, yet her hips buck against my fingers.
“You can leave at any time,” I tell her, my lips trailing down the long curve of her neck. She tastes of sunshine and vanilla. “No hard feelings.” My cock disagrees, already weeping for attention, but I’m an asshole, not a rapist.
“I don’t do things like this.” Her voice is full of such guileless purity, I nearly believe her.
“And I haven’t touched a barely legal sorority girl since I was twenty-one myself, but here we are.”
“You just want to play?”
“I’ll even let you call me daddy,” I say low in her ear and her little pussy clamps unbelievably tight around my finger. I chuckle. “You’d like that, princess? Calling me daddy as I do naughty things to your body?”
She trembles a little, but doesn’t answer. I hold my breath as she steps away from me, but then she pushes her skirt down and steps out of it. With the same perfunctory swiftness, she loses her blouse that didn’t cover as much as it revealed.
It’s not a sexy, teasing unveiling, but the results are the same.
Taut abdomen, high perky, pink-nippled tits, and flawless skin. Long, long legs teetering on those black heels.
She moves to remove her white cotton panties and I stay her hand. “Oh, no. Those say on. So do the heels.”
I stare down at her, the picture of innocence and seduction. She’s the most tantalizingly sinful woman I’ve ever encountered. I thumb her pouty lower lip. “Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?”
She shakes her head, but a coy smirk appears on her rose petal lips.
That smirk is doing things to me. The little brat definitely is ready to play.
“Don’t lie to daddy, princess. Naughty girls who lie, get spankings. Do you want a spanking?”
Her eyes blaze with interest.
My lips quirk. Naughty, naughty girl, full of surprises. “Get on your knees. Kneel for daddy.”
Slowly, she sinks down in front of me. I lift her chin. “Look at me. Do you want my cock in your mouth?”
She nods.
“Then take daddy’s cock out and show him what a big girl you are.” As far as kinks go, Daddy/little girl play has never been my thing, but with Hayden—how she responds, with her big expressive blue eyes staring up at me, waiting for my guidance, my commands—it’s quickly becoming my new favorite.
My other new favorite thing, my father’s fuck toy visibly swallows before she undoes my belt, slides my zipper down and tugs at the waist of my briefs. My straining erection is making it hard on her and she frowns in concentration as she struggles.
I choke back a laugh and take mercy on her. I stretch the waistband of my boxer briefs up and around my length, pushing them low on my hips. My cock springs forward and her eyes light in appreciation. It’s an ego stroke. So is the sight of her delicate fingers wrapped around me, unable to meet.
“Am I doing this right?” She stares up at me for approval as her pink tongue swirls around the moisture at my tip. That tongue strokes along the underside of my cock as she slides down, down, down, engulfing my length in her wet heat. Her pretty eyes flutter close as I hit her throat.
She doesn’t gag. She holds me there, like she’s adjusting. She’s so pretty like this, on her knees, pouty lips stretch around my cock, I fight the urge to fuck her mouth until her mascara runs and she struggles for breath.
“Very right, princess.” I shift her hair away from her face and hold it behind her head, not forcing her to take more. Not yet. Just holding her. Letting her know she can have control for now, but I'm in charge.
When she starts sucking, it’s with skill and grace as she slides up and down my length, taking me deep in her throat every time. My eyes slide close as my hips buck forward. I force my eyes open to watch her take me. I fist my hands in her hair and force a new rhythm on her, a little faster and a little deeper than hers.
Her hand tightens at the base of me, but she hums low as if she’s enjoying this. Me taking control. Fucking her. Owning her mouth.
I try not to think of who taught her how to deep throat.
I try not to think about the fact that she was my father’s fuck toy first.
I try not to think about how much in this moment I want her as mine and mine alone.
My little fuck toy.
Chapter Three
Hayden
I’ve had two boyfriends in college. Colin, a lacrosse player who eagerly took my flower, no lingerie or flower petals required. We dated for seven months my freshman year. Liam and I started dating at the beginning of my second year, and we’ve been off and on ever since. I’ve gone on dates and fooled around with other guys, but only had full on sex with those two.
Sex is okay. Sometimes it’s even good. Really good. But, I kind of love giving head. I know I’m good at it. I have zero gag reflex and the guys I’ve blown never shut up about how awesome I am. And from the sounds Teddy is making, he thinks so too.
Eat your heart out, Liam. This is what you gave up. I hope somewhere in the universe Kelsey is gnawing the crap out of his dick.
Teddy groans as I bob and hum around his impressive girth. I’ve always loved giving head, but it’s never turned me on like it is now. Kneeling on the office floor of a virtual stranger. Letting him use me. And he is using me. It wasn’t love and respect he had in his eyes when he told me to kneel.
Kneel for daddy.
Heat. Desire. That’s how he looked at me, his gaze entrancing. And I wanted to do his bidding. To play whatever this game is we’re playing.
My jaw aches, but for some reason it just turns me on even more. My panties are so thoroughly soaked, my thighs slip and slide together as I squirm in place.
He fists my hair tighter and takes over. I dig my nails into his thighs and try to relax and let him fuck my mouth. I’ve never let a guy do this. Let him have this much control, and it’s more than a little overwhelming. Scary. It also makes my clit buzz, needy for attention.
I shove my hand in my panties, but Teddy yanks my arm up with a growl.
“You
come when daddy makes you come or not at all.” He links my wrists behind my head and keeps fucking my mouth as I whimper, squeezing my thighs together.
I’ve never had a guy call himself daddy with me. Colin may have once, but it wasn’t a turn on when he did it. It sounded stupid. Comical. When Teddy says it, the way he says it, makes me believe I could orgasm without stimulation.
You take daddy’s cock so good.
You like daddy’s cock, don’t you, princess?
Daddy’s little fuck toy.
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.
I squirm and arch, trying desperately to get some friction over my clit and wrench my eyes closed. He wedges one oxford-leather pointed toe between my thighs and against my achy clit. And I shamelessly grind myself on him, not caring that this is the most demeaning thing I’ve ever done in my life. I need relief.
“Oh, fucking hell, princess.”
His already large cock is expanding. It’s getting hard to breath and I know he’s getting close. His tempo speeds and my nipples rasp against his slacks on every forward thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
I may love head, but I don’t swallow. I try to pull back but he holds me to him as he pumps into my throat.
“I’m going to come, baby girl, and you’re going to hold it in your naughty mouth.”
I shake my head in protest. If anything, I have a good girl mouth.
“Yes, you are. I want to see it.” He pulls out until just the tip of him is on my tongue. “Open your mouth wide for daddy, princess.”
I don’t know why I want to please this guy, but I do. I open as wide as I can and I try not to pull away as his cock starts jerking on my tongue and my mouth fills with salty semen that dribbles down my chin and drips onto my chest.
He laughs, but his gaze smolders in approval. “That’s so fucking pretty. Now swallow.”
My eyes go wide. I don’t want to. A little more trickles down my chin. I want to spit it out. Maybe he can tell because he covers my mouth and pinches my nose.
“Swallow,” he demands.
I do, my eyes watering.
“Open,” he says.
