by Maren Smith
I’d forgotten about the plug and just the thought of her sitting out there, squirming around while it delicately stretches her for me…
“This is going to be a lesson in self-restraint for both of us.”
“I can go to the bathroom and get off, and remove your little—”
“Present? Don’t even think about it. Try and I’ll hog tie you and keep you under my desk as a foot rest until closing time.”
Little fists clenched at her sides; she gives into a temperamental shriek behind gritted teeth.
“Naughty, naughty behavior, princess. You should know better than to give into temper tantrums.”
“I thought I was supposed to be your fuck toy.” There’s a pout in her words that makes my dick kick for freedom.
Your fuck toy. It’s a good reminder of what this is. Sex. Light and dirty sex. But my mind keeps snagging on the possessive.
Your fuck toy.
Mine.
I want her to repeat it over and over while I’m buried so deep inside her she’s cross eyed. I want her to write it on a sheet of paper 250 times while she rides me at my desk.
“You are my fuck toy. Mine. I don’t know what my father let you get away with, but consider this your first lesson. Daddy makes the rules. You abide by them. If I tell you to go sit and work, you work. If I tell you to come ride my cock, you’ll get your perky ass in here, lift your skirt and sink your sweet pussy down on my dick. Is that clear?”
She nods obediently, then shakes her head, no, with a dazed frown.
“No? You don’t want to be daddy’s naughty little fuck toy?”
“No. I mean yes,” she stammers, clearly flustered. “I mean I don’t understand why you keep implying something’s happening between your father and I.”
Her guileless expression gives me pause. Maybe it was a onetime thing?
“You don’t have to lie to me, princess,” I say gently, threading a silky strand of her hair around my finger as I draw her closer. Smooth my hands down her arms. “Just because you were my father’s fuck toy first, doesn’t mean I’m not planning on taking you for myself. It’s okay.”
She bats my hands away. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You and my father. I was home the weekend you snuck into our house and up into his room.”
A flush spreads up her throat and reddens her face. “You saw that?” She shakes her head. “Nothing happened that night. Or ever.”
“I heard you two having sex.”
If anything, she brightens further, her eyes growing luminous with tears. “He came home with his girlfriend. He—he turned me down and sent me home.” She hugs herself. “I shouldn’t have been there. I was just young and stupid and confused. And—maybe I still I am.”
Accusation blazes in her brilliant blue gaze.
I grip the back of my neck, feeling equal parts relief and like an idiotic piece of shit.
“Why would you” —she waves between us— “when you thought I was with your father?”
I rake a hand through my hair. “I hate him and I wanted you. He’s the devil.” And you’re an angel.
“Oh. So, all of this has just been you using me to get back at your dad?”
“No. It’s not like that at all.” And since that’s exactly how it started, I change the subject. “Why would you” —I motion between us— “do all of this with me? I gave you outs. You wanted to be here with me.”
“Yes, I did. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“And now?”
She shrugs, and I growl in frustration. I’m not ready to be done with her. Not by a long shot.
“My boyfriend’s been cheating on me with my roommate,” she confesses, shoulders hunched, arms crossed protectively over her middle.
“He’s a fool.”
“So am I. Turns out I’m the biggest fool of all.”
“No, you’re not. I’m the fool, sweetheart.”
“I just wanted to feel good. Wanted.”
“You are wanted.”
“Because you wanted to get back at your father.” Her arms flap down at her sides in clear exasperation before she cards her fingers through her mused hair, and stares up at the ceiling blinking so hard I know she’s trying not to cry.
My gut gives a sick twist.
“I was jealous,” I admit, because I can’t stand the goddamn hurt on her face. “I’ve never given a shit about who my father sleeps with, but the thought of him touching you made me want to rip his arms off. It still does and I know, logically I know, he’s never touched you. I just wanted you for myself. I wanted you the moment I saw you in our back garden all those years ago. And then I saw you here. God damnit. I still want you for myself.” I’m not sure if I’ll ever stop wanting her.
She nods shakily. I can tell she’s trying to hold a firm grip on her hurt, her anger, but my words have gotten to her. She still wants to be here. Is loving this as much as I am.
I pull her in close, wrapping my arms around her, giving in to the cuddle I denied both of us earlier. “You going to stay and be my naughty little office temp, or are you going home?”
“I need the job.”
I brush a strand of hair out of her face and finger her velvety little ear lobe, still holding her close. Not wanting to ever let her go. “That wasn’t the question, princess.”
“I have to think about it.”
“That’s fair,” I say into her hair, breathing in her scent. “And as such, it’s only fair I warn you, I’ll not let you go easily. I’m not done with you, Hayden.”
“Because you want me as your fuck toy?”
“Because you are my little fuck toy, princess.” My grip tightens on her as a slight tremble goes through her body. “Daddy’s little fuck toy,” I growl in her ear and she squirms against me. “And not just in the office. I want you in my home. My bed…”
She pulls back and gazes up at me through hooded, lust glazed eyes. “Are you going to be mean to me, and tell me I can’t have orgasms, when I so obviously deserve them?”
“Yes,” I say, thumbing her plump bottom lip. “But only because you love when I make your greedy little kitty wait to get off.” I pat her ass and chuckle when she pushes it out in silent invitation for more. “Go sit at your desk and get some work done, naughty girl.”
She rubs her thighs together, and pouts. “You are a mean daddy.”
“You have no idea how mean I can be, princess.”
She stomps her foot and sticks out her delectable tongue and I have to fight the urge to answer the bratty taunt with my palm on her bare ass. As is, I have to rearrange my cock that’s straining against my fitted trousers. As twisted at it may be, I am enjoying her obvious discomfort. In fact, it lessens mine. Makes the wait more worthwhile.
She gets to the door and I stop her with a word. “Oh, and Hayden?” She pauses to glare at me. “Report back here in an hour and every hour after for your inspection.”
“Inspection?”
“Inspection. Daddy wants to make sure his princess is wet and needy and has kept her plug in like a good little girl.”
“Fine. I’ll see you in one hour, daddy.” The line of her mouth is mutinous, chin tilted up, but I know she’ll comply. Kitten claws out, she’ll comply. She’s a wild cat, but the rosy hue her skin is not from anger. No, my darling temptation is thoroughly aroused.
It’s a mutual affliction that will have to be addressed before the day is through. As much as I don’t want to think on it, there are a few things between Ms. Parkhurst and myself that will have to be addressed.
My idiot father called her clingy. She has too much fire and independence for me to believe that. She may want attention and affection, but I don’t see her being clingy.
I see her as mine.
Chapter Six
Hayden
Body thrumming like a harp string plucked too hard, I close the door with more force than intended. The bang draws attention from a ginger-haired staffer across the way.
He ignores my glare, picks up a stack of file folders and heads directly towards me, the grin of an overeager Golden Retriever splitting his face.
I slide into my desk chair as casually as one possibly can with soaking wet panties and their bottom corked like a bottle of wine being saved for later. I paste a benign smile on my face.
The staffer, who is rather cute in a redder haired, About Time, Domhnall Gleeson way, plops the files on the center of my desk and smiles down at me. “Hey, new girl. You filling in for Wendy?”
“I guess?”
“Right, right.” He lingers, tapping my desk and scanning me from my tits to torso and back up. “Well,” he draws out. “These are Mr. Hamilton’s cases for the next week. I put them in order for you.”
“Thank you. That was nice of you.” I have no idea what kind of order he’s referring to since they’re not alphabetical. Obviously, I’m going to have to actually read the notes Wendy left for me.
Red thrust his hand in my face, lest I miss it. “I’m Jakob, by the way.”
I awkwardly raise my hand to face level to shake and introduce myself. “Hayden.”
He waggles a finger at me as if something just dawned on him. “Say, weren’t you here yesterday?”
My back goes up. Did he say his name was Jakob? Wasn’t that the guy interrupted Teddy and I yesterday while I was practically naked?
His pale blue eyes dance with a little too much merriment for my comfort.
“Yes, I was dropping off some papers for my parents.”
“Right, right,” he says again, and I’m finding this guy rather annoying.
“Well, it was nice to meet you, Jakob, but—”
Before I can shoo-fly Jakob away, Teddy’s office door swings open. “Ms. Parkhurst, I need to review those account files. In my office. Now.”
Having yet to process everything we just did, and everything Teddy said—I hesitate, searching my brain for an excuse. “I still have to draw up copies of the Hanson’s property settlement.” If I go into his office now, I know he’s just going to tease and torment me, and not let me come.
Can’t a girl get a minute or twenty to collect her thoughts?
“I can help you with these, Mr. Hamilton,” Jakob’s hands land on the files.
“I believe I asked for Ms. Parkhurst’s assistance, Jakob,” Teddy says, in a tone so chilly I catch second hand embarrassment on behalf of Jakob.
Poor Red slowly releases the files and takes a step back. “Right, right,” he says with an awkward chuckle. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.” He fingerguns while backing away and then winces as if realizing he just finger gunned his boss.
I pick up the files and stand from my desk, ignoring how my legs are a bit unsteady. “That wasn’t very nice,” I whisper hiss.
“I’m not very nice.”
“I can see that.” And yet I want him. Despite him thinking I was his father’s former mistress, and against my better judgment, I still want him.
I’m at the threshold of Teddy’s office, sucking in the scent of his cologne and heat, when the last person I expected to see again calls my name.
“Haydie.”
I turn at the very familiar bro tone, and face Liam. He’s wearing the periodic table NErDy hoodie I got him for Christmas, over a button up. His wavy blond hair flops on his forehead and he stuffs his hands in his loose fit jeans. He does that when he’s nervous.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, genuinely dumbfounded.
“Hey, I was hoping to take you to lunch.” His gaze goes from me to behind my left shoulder where Teddy stands.
“And you are?” Teddy asks, stepping out from behind me.
“I’m Liam Dunner, sir. Haydie’s boyfriend.” He steps forward and sticks out his hand. The contrast between the two men is like a mountain lion and chipmunk. While Liam is adorable, it’s obvious his man card has not been stamped as hard or as frequently as Teddy’s.
I can’t believe I let this entitled college boy break by my heart.
Teddy looks at Liam’s proffered hand like a dead rodent and makes no move to shake it.
“Boyfriend?” Teddy draws.
“Ex,” I specify. “Liam is my ex-boyfriend, who shouldn’t be here.”
Realizing he is not in friendly territory and his hand is not going to get shaken, Liam retracts his offering and stuffs it back in his pocket, now awkwardly looking between me and Teddy.
“I just want to have lunch and talk,” he says, imploring me with his puppy dog eyes.
“She’s busy,” Teddy offers in a clipped tone.
I interject, “May I have a moment with my ex?”
“One. You may have one minute.”
When Teddy makes no move to leave, I grit my teeth, set the files down on the corner of my desk and shove Liam a little further down the hall and away from where my angry god of a boss and dirty daddy stands watching us, hands casually tucked into his slack pockets as if he has all the time in the world.
Grr.
“Seriously,” I whisper hiss at Liam. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry. You haven’t been answering any of my calls or texts.”
“Because you’re a piece of shit.”
“I’m not. I swear I’m not.”
“So you didn’t make-out and do lord knows what else with Kelsey?”
“That was a mistake.”
“You mentioned as much in your texts and voicemails.”
“So you’ve been getting them?”
“Liam, you need to leave.”
“I just got here.”
“How did you even find me?”
He shrugs, hands stuffed back in his pockets. “I may have… tracked your phone.”
“Are you serious?” I shriek before realizing where I am. I lower my voice back to a whisper hiss. “Liam, I’m going to say this one more time, and then you’re going to leave. You’re not going to call or text, or do super stalkery shit like track my phone. We. Are. Over.”
“But I love you.”
“When you love someone, you don’t makeout with their roommate.”
Teddy coughs loudly. I glance at him over my shoulder to find him tapping his fancy man watch at me, as if to say, times ticking, princess.
He’s still without his jacket and tie, his sleeves rolled up on his sexy ass forearms. His presence is distracting. As is having this convo while my every movement reminds me I very much have my boss daddy’s buttplug in my ass.
Teddy’s filthy words from earlier about using me, making me lift my skirt and sink down on him, play through my mind like propaganda set to derail any good sense I still have.
I have to focus and regain my train of thought.
The break up. I’m breaking up with Liam. Again.
“Baby, I’m sorry.” Liam takes my hands and does his dreamy puppy eyes thing that’s been his method of reeling me back in time and time again, and I’m not completely unmoved.
There’s a noticeable growl behind me and I snap out of the Puppy Dog trance.
Seeing Liam again makes me realize we never had a future. There’s always been something missing between us. And we broke up so many times because he never respected that my focus had to be on school and not him.
I’m not sure if Teddy and I’s fling will last past the week, but I’m okay with that. I’m never letting a guy make me feel guilty for madly, passionately pursuing my goals. Never again. And that’s exactly what Liam has been doing the past two years.
“I accept your apology,” I tell him. “Now you accept my break up.”
Liam huffs and throws back his head like a spoiled kid denied dessert because he didn’t eat his vegetables.
“Come on, Liam. We weren’t really going to stay together after graduation. Your internship is in California. And it�
�s always been my plan to stay out here. Did you really think we would have lasted long distance?”
He chews his lip and studies the ground. “I kind of thought… hoped now that you don’t have an internship lined up, you’d come out to Cali with me.”
I shake my head. “That’s not going to happen,” I say, refraining from pointing out Kelsey, the bee-coch he cheated on me with is the reason I don’t have that internship. “It’s better we break up now.”
“So that’s it? We’re over. Just like that?”
“Yeah.”
His shoulders sag, as if the reality of my words are finally sinking in. “I wasn’t ready for us to break up.”
Shocking, since he was making out with my roommate. I grit my teeth. “Sometimes you have to rip the band aid.”
Liam’s eyes are suspiciously shiny when he pulls me in for a hug. “I really did love you, Haydie.”
“And from my understanding, you really weren’t very good at it,” a masculine voice draws.
Liam and I both stiffen, and I pull out of Liam’s arms to find Teddy standing right behind me.
“As heartbreaking as this was to watch, it’s time Ms. Parkhurst got back to work.”
I want to groan at Teddy’s overbearing tone and sheer arrogance. Liam looks a little shell shocked, but he nods with a gulp and gives me one last sad soul gaze. “I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”
“You won’t see her,” Teddy mutters.
I elbow Teddy in the gut. “Yes, I’ll see you at graduation.” I wave wishing he’d just turn and leave already.
Two years. We got back together and broke up countless times over the past two years and I have never been so relieved to see him go than in this moment.
“I, for one, am glad that’s over,” Teddy says the second Liam disappears around the corner.
“What’s your deal? You couldn’t let me break up with the guy in peace?”
“I thought he was your ex-boyfriend. The ex in that equation implies a break up already occurred.”
“You’re a divorce attorney. You of all people know sometimes couples have to break up more than once before it sticks.”
“It better be officially stuck now.”
