by Maren Smith
Happy First Day, Naughty Girl.
-Daddy.
Oh, sweet goodness, why is that so hot? And thoughtful. Teddy got me flowers. I’d been planning on giving him hell today, but his gift has thrown me off. Although, he did call me his naughty girl. That implies he likes me misbehaving.
I tuck the note back in the bouquet, give the flowers another loving sniff, and sit with the information binder. Rather than read it, I open a desk drawer and chuck it in. Then take out my laptop to get a jumpstart on finding a new position in my actual field. I do so with a pinch of irritation at Kelsey.
Do I still resent her? Yes. Would I still like to pitch her off the side of a bridge? Okay, yes to that also, but it wouldn’t be with the same burning hatred of yesterday. It would be more of a spiteful shove than a spartan warrior kick.
My phone pings and I glance down at a message from Cori in the group text. I’ve been fielding messages from her and Sasha, Theta Gamma’s president and VP, all week. They’re ready to burn Kels at the stake. Tara, Regan, and four other girls are now saying Kelsey made passes at their boyfriends. Kels being a boyfriend stealer is turning into some weird mass hysteria. Everyone is pissed at Kelsey for breaking girl code and wants her out of the house. They’re voting later today.
I feel somewhat vindicated that my sisters are outraged on my behalf but I’m kind of exhausted by it all. I need off the Drama Llama Expressway. That’s why I moved out of the house. I’m done with classes and I’m not sure if I even want to finish out the semester at the Theta house. What’s the point? Liam and I are done for good, and while I’d like to be involved in the end of the year festivities since I’m graduating, I’d like even more to avoid campus, the Theta house, and all the words of commiseration and looks of pity.
I shoot off some girls holding hands and heart emojis to let my sisters know I appreciate them, and get a series of muscle arms, hearts, and crowns. And one from Breann with an eggplant, butcher knife, water gun, and girls holding hands emoji series that’s rather violent, but sweet.
“Good morning, Hayden.”
I nearly fumble my phone.
None other than Richard Hamilton himself stops at my desk, and I’m reminded of all the reasons I shouldn’t be here.
I slide my phone onto the desk face down and flip on silent mode with my thumb nail.
“Good morning, sir.” I manage some eye contact, and pat myself on the back. It’s still very hard to look him in the eye. Every time I do, I recall his bewildered face four years ago. The bewilderment had quickly morphed into cold, detached irritation.
I file that memory in the padlocked recesses of my mind and triple stamp it, do not open.
“May I help you, sir?” I ask because he’s still frowning down at me.
How had I ever had a crush on this man? He’s got some silver fox qualities, sure, but now that I'm looking at him, really looking at him... I can't help compare him to Teddy. Teddy who is too everything. Too gorgeous for a mortal man. Too commanding. Too intense and beautiful. Too enigmatic.
He's the puzzle I want to solve.
Maybe I'm trading one infatuation for another, but it's more than that. What my mother said about Richard being a philandering husband made me realize I never saw him, for him. I had my little girl goggles on. I had a crush and I had gotten crushed.
With Teddy, I have a Grade A infatuation, and I know exactly what I’m getting with him. I know he's an arrogant asshole who sees me as a fuck toy, and I'm here for it. Want it. Need it.
Richard’s eyes snag on the flowers at the corner of my desk, and I nearly scream when he plucks the card out of the bouquet and flips it open.
His frown deepens as he reads.
I snag the card out of his hand. “Some of my sorority sisters were playing a first day prank,” I ramble, my face on fire.
He clears his throat in disapproval, then his gaze narrows when he sees the flowery heart wreath, I hung on Teddy’s office door. “Ms. Parkhurst,” he begins, his voice cold enough to cause frostbite. “I understand clothing trends are different these days. As well as office standards. Your outfit, for example, would be completely acceptable in trendier, hipper offices. We’re a bit more… traditional. Less attention seeking.”
I will the floor to swallow me whole. A portal to another realm would also work.
Less attention seeking.
I want to cover myself.
Before I can sink to the floor, pry up the carpet and hide under it, the door to Teddy’s office swings open. His client strides out.
A very grim-faced Teddy stops in the doorway. “Dad, I didn’t take on three of your clients so you could stand around harassing my assistant.” His tone is just as cold and biting as his father’s. My gaze ping pongs between them as they have a silent stare off.
“Hayden, in my office. Now.” Teddy doesn’t take his scathing gaze off his father.
I’m up out of my office chair and in Teddy’s office in a heartbeat. I’d much rather deal with an angry Teddy than a disapproving Dick.
I expected Teddy to be annoyed today. Looked forward to it.
The confrontation with Richard was unexpected, and unwelcome.
Very unwelcome.
Theo
I slam the door and flip the blinds. Then I pin my little assistant to the wall.
“He’s a womanizing asshole,” I growl in her startled face.
“Okay?”
“You need to stay the hell away from him.”
“I was at my desk. Where else should I have been?”
On my dick, is my first thought. Followed by anywhere my father isn’t. Irrational, yes. But I haven’t had a rational thought since she pranced her little ass into my office yesterday, and wrapped her pouty lips around my cock.
“What did he say to you?”
Her pale cheeks go a rosy hue. “He told me my outfit is attention seeking.”
“And is it? Did you put on this Legally Blonde gear this morning hoping it would get you noticed?”
“It’s more Cher inspired, circa 1990’s Clueless.” She blinks up at me with deep dark blue eyes.
My jaw ticks in a rhythm of things I want to do to her. “Answer the question.”
She looks away and nods, but I already knew her answer.
“And whose attention did you hope to get? Everyone’s or someone specific?”
“Someone specific.”
I lift her flirty skirt and find another pair of white cotton panties. Only today’s print is teddy bears holding heart balloons. I’d like to think the teddies are in my honor, but it can all be part of her ploy. It wouldn’t be the first time a woman manipulated me to get to my father.
I drop her skirt.
“Did you want my father to notice you? Get jealous?”
“What?” She frowns and shakes her head. “No, just you.”
I’m already loosening my tie.
“No?”
“No. I promise.”
“How about yesterday? Who was yesterday’s outfit for?”
Her face goes pale. “It’s not what you think.”
“It’s exactly what I think. You wanted my father’s attention. And today you want mine. What a fickle little girl you are.”
“No,” she argues. “I just wanted to look good because… because…” Her breath hitches and she swallows, her eyes shimmering and that won’t do.
I ball up my tie and shove it in her mouth. I don’t need to hear her excuses and tales of heartache at the hands of my father. No matter her reason, I’m still going to punish her.
“I’d told you to wear something more appropriate for the office and it seems you took it as a direct challenge.”
The naughty brat is dressed like sin. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw her thigh high stockings and white buckled heels.
“You look like a filthy, fuckable girl scout. Feel this?” I take her hand and shape her fingers around my cock. “I had to sit through my meeting, achingly uncomfortable because of you
and your naughty stockings. I sat there and thought about making you hold your skirt up, just like this and coming all over your creamy thighs and watching drip onto your knit little stockings.”
There’s interest in her gaze.
It’s as tempting a punishment for my naughty girl as any. “Would you like that, princess? Getting painted in daddy’s cum?”
She nods. Eagerly.
That I had not anticipated. She’d definitely come to play today. She strokes my shaft through my pants, my Ferragamo blue silk tie still stuffed in her mouth. The color matches her pleading eyes. I grab her wrist and tsk. “Sorry, sweetheart, naughty girls have to wait.”
I pull her off the wall and shove her face down over my desk. I lift her skirt and yank her panties up hard so she has a wedge thong.
She gives a startled squeal.
“You need to be quiet or everyone will know you’re getting a naughty girl spanking.” It’s likely anyone walking by will still hear. For some reason I find the idea more satisfying than concerning.
She dances on her tiptoes, squealing as I pepper her ass with spank after spank until her bottom glows and there’s a wet spot right where her panties cover her pussy.
I skim over it with a knuckle. She jerks.
“Did daddy get you all riled up, princess?” I squeeze her ass cheek and give it another firm smack. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Chapter Five
Hayden
My playful prince of yesterday has turned into an angry god. He shrugs out of his coat, tossing it over the back of a chair before unbuckling his belt.
Unease prickles down my spine as he pulls the strip of leather free of his pants. I push off the desk, spitting out his silk tie.
He pushes me back down and grabs my wrists, gathering them at the small of my back. “Are you done playing, sweetheart? We’re just getting started.”
“I don’t want to be spanked with the belt.”
“You’re not going to be. Not today.”
The leather slides against my skin, wrapping around my wrists, before it’s fastened tight.
“I’m going to ask again,” he says. “Have you had enough?” He presses his erection into my throbbing bottom and my eyes roll closed as heat pulses through me, making it hard to think.
“I’ll tell you what, princess. If it gets to be too much and you’re done playing, you flash three fingers at me like the good little girl scout you are, and you can go sit at your desk like you and I never happened.”
I hate that idea. I don’t want to pretend he and I never happened.
I fist my hands and he gags me with his tie again, binding it at the back of my head. Then he flips up my skirt and trails his knuckles over my bottom. I peek back at him, large, imposingly gorgeous him.
He’s rolling up his sleeves, his forearms tanned like he spends his days in the sun and not the office. He smirks at me like he can read my thoughts. Like he knows he’s intimidating and beautiful.
Trussed up on his desk, I feel so far beneath him, yet will remain here, just like this if it’s what he wants. I just want to be in his orbit. Have his attention. Glory in the way he looks at me with fire and desire… like I’m special. Like I’m his someone special.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls a metal nob. Not a nob…
His smirk turns into a full out evil grin. “That’s right, sweetheart. Daddy is going to lay claim to all your little princess parts today.”
I squeeze my ass cheeks together as he yanks the crotch of my teddy bear panties to one side and in that moment I discover fear can most definitely be an aphrodisiac.
Theo
My princess’s eyes are comically round as I hold up the little steel butt plug with a heart shaped jewel base for her inspection. It’s clear she’s never participated in anal play. I can practically see the sweat prickling her skin as her breathing turns to anxious pants.
I stroke her back to gentle her and keep my commands calm but firm. “Hold yourself open for me, sweetheart.”
Her brows crease, as if she has no idea what I’m talking about.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks. Show daddy your cute pink princess parts.”
Face flaming, she reaches back, wrists bound, and exposes two pink perfect little holes. They both contract under my inspection and I ache to get inside her. I’m already addicted to her. To this.
I glide the cold steel tip of the plug over her clit and her knees snap together. I kick her feet back out.
“Later, I’m going to fuck you on this desk.” I dip the plug into her pussy, getting it nice and wet. “And if you’re a good girl I might even let you come.”
She whimpers at that, and I chuckle. I gather some of her honey with my thumb and circle it around her bottom hole. She watches with worried eyes, even as her legs start a light tremble.
“Has anyone ever touched you here, princess?” From how perfectly pink and tight she is, I’m going to guess not.
She gives me a shake of her head.
I push the tip of my thumb in to loosen the muscles. Her eyes go wide. The little ring of muscle holding my thumb clenches, trying to keep me out.
I entertain the idea of fucking her precious virgin hole right here, right now. Daddy’s punishment paid in full. But she can barely take my thumb. I don’t want to hurt her.
As much as I want to tease and torment her, I just as strongly want to protect and shield her from any unnecessary hurt that’s not accompanied by pleasure. Pleasure at my hands.
I replace my thumb with the tip of the plug, easing it in a little at a time. Her untried hole stretches and swallows up the steel until nothing is showing but the ruby read heart.
She whimpers and squirms so prettily, and I promise myself later. Later when she’s ready, I’m going to be the first and only to take her sweet ass. Later, I’m going to lose myself in her body and luxuriate in her heat. Later, I’m going to make her scream and beg, until her eyes roll back. Then I’m going to do it again and again until she has trouble walking the next day.
Crouching down, I trail kisses on the exposed skin of her thighs, all the way up to the hot little junction that’s dripping out onto her engorged clit.
I lap at her tangy nectar with flicks of my tongue and have to hold myself back from burying my face in her sweet pussy. From standing up, unleashing my cock and plunging into her tight heat over and over until I fill her with cum.
It’s never been like this. My skin tight and body aching. Maybe when I was a teenager and got hard from a gust of wind. I’ve never wanted to savor a woman as much as I want to devour her. I’ve never thrown out all my better judgement and participated in office sex games.
This is not me.
I have an active sex life.
I’ve always enjoyed women and the escape their bodies offer, but this... This is insanity that refuses to be reined in. Demanding this girl get on her knees and beg to swallow my cock as she calls me daddy is not something I do. Not at the office. I keep my work life and personal life so separate they have different zip codes.
Suddenly teasing her isn’t enough and my tongue takes on a determined rhythm. I want to taste her orgasm. Feel her come over my tongue and fingers. She writhes on my desk, moaning around my tie as I lap at her with firm strokes. Her hips push back and she arches.
Greedy, greedy girl.
And I want to give it to her.
All of it.
I begin pumping the steel plug in her bottom as I lick and suck on her tender flesh. Gently, shallow pumps until she spreads her legs wider. One knee going up on the desk, brazenly opening herself for me.
I stuff her little pussy with two fingers and I suck on her clit and she breaks, coming in gasping, muffled cries as her liquid heat spills out over my tongue. Her channel contracting on my fingers as I drag them in and out until her bucking need for friction turns to trembling whimpers.
And it’s not enough. Will it ever be enough with this girl?
Powe
r. She has it over me. It’s like a magnetic charge, sucking me into her orbit. Electrifying me.
I pull back right before she comes again, leaving her needy and fighting her bonds. My instincts are to make her come over and over. To fuck her. Cuddle her. Give her anything and everything she’s ever wanted. Needed.
It’s too much too soon, and for some sick twisted reason I want to punish her for making me feel this way. For getting under my skin, in my head. And for letting my father have her first. She should be mine. Only mine.
The thought comes at me like a gut punch. She’s supposed to be an amusement. My office fuck toy. A way to get back at my father. I can’t possibly be catching feelings for the girl.
I untie her and help her stand as she wobbles in place, her cheeks adorably flushed and eyes glazed. I try not to analyze the warmth and pride that suffuses my being knowing I’m the reason she’s flustered and wobbly.
“Go back to your desk,” I order rougher than I intend.
“What?” Her pretty winged brows pull together the picture of confusion. Her luminous eyes shine with hurt like a kicked puppy.
I want to gather her close. Smooth her brow. Comfort her. I don’t normally do the comforting thing. I’ve never had to because I don’t get involved with women outside of fun trysts. Emotions are avoided. I grew up with too much conflict to want that. But Hayden is different.
Her eyes are already beginning to spark with defiance. “You’re not going to let me come? Are you serious?”
I lick my lips, still tasting her there. “No, this is your punishment.” My punishment too. My cock is straining, and my balls are going to be tinged blue by the end of the hour, let alone the day. I want to rip her clothes off and mount her and ride her with more enthusiasm than a five-year-old on a hobby horse. “There’s a lot of work to be done today. I need four copies of the Hanson property settlement drawn up for this afternoon. I suggest you go get to it.”
Her eyes go wide. “You mean to make me sit out there with a plug in my ass,” she hisses as if we’re not alone. It’s not a question, but an accusation.
