All Grown Up 4-Book Taboo Bundle (Man of the House Forbidden Penetration Box Set)

by Kitty Stroker

  "I think its terrific... your ass that is. Tiffany, what if I told you I think you're perfect? You had the curves a woman should have. You just stay soft and curvy, just like this, and let me take of everything else from here on out."

  I tilted my head to the side and swiveled my eyes upward and said "like this?"

  "Just like that."

  His words were felt, more than heard, and I was warm all over before he backed away and asked to see how it looked.

  I spun around, my face a little flush from our exchange. He was all smiles, and it calmed me down a bit. Then I remembered that we were still in my store. All the employees were standing around looking at us because there were no other customers in the store. I wondered what they thought of this?

  Oblivious to my concerns, I caught Dad checking me out. When he finally tore his eyes away from my curves, it was like he snapped out of a daze.

  "Now, lets take a look at that necklace."

  I looked down and saw the sparkly T on the chain around my neck. It rested just above my where my cleavage would of been had it not been for my uniform. Company policy required us to wear a pressed white blouse and a black cardigan sweater or suit jacket. The contrast of the black clothes and the diamonds made them seem to shine even brighter.

  "Well Tiffany, what do you think?"

  "Adam...Dad, I love it. This is a step up from my last one though, I don't need all of this."

  "A woman as beautiful as you Tiffany, you deserve that and more. But first, I think we need a style check. I don't think you are wearing that correctly."

  "Excuse me?"

  "Yes, I think that horrible sweater is taking away from the natural beauty here. You're cheating yourself!" he laughed. Take that sweater off and then unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt. Show off those breasts, God gave you those curves for a reason."

  "I..., I don't think that would be right. This is my uniform and I never show cleavage. Let's just say I am a little too blessed in that department." But even as I spoke, I was unbuttoning my sweater and then my shirt. My hands had a mind of their own and before I knew it, I was spilling out of the top of my shirt. My new jewelry resting on my ample bosom flesh, now exposed to the world.

  "I think you look stunning, but something is wrong."

  "Wrong?" I instinctively moved my hands to my chest and crossed my arms, depriving him and anybody else of having to stare at my exposed skin. Nobody cared to see all of that anyway, I figured.

  "You're wrong Tiffany, you are beautiful and your breasts are magnificent. Take your hands down."

  Not wanting to, I found myself hesitantly complying but a part of me loved that this man was so focused on me. My hands fell to my sides and uncovered, my nipples perked under the slightly chilled air and his fire hot gaze. I don't know what turned me on more, his gaze, or everybody else's.

  He stared at me for a few moments, taking me in with his eyes. I thought I would be uncomfortable, but since I really had no choice, I just let myself go. I felt free, doing what this man ordered me to do, stepping outside of myself and watching the performance he put on with my body.

  "Turn around Tiffany, let me get a better look at you."

  I started to spin quickly, but he stopped me. One warm hand on the side of my torso felt like I just hit a wall and I was powerless to move. I knew he wanted me to stand still and that was as good as the verbal command itself.

  "Slowly, Tiffany, slowly. I'd like to enjoy you... slowly."

  I started to spin, slower this time, and when I came around my eyes were on the floor, afraid to meet his. I didn't want to see him judging me like that. I was afraid he might like not what he saw once I was so exposed and under the harsh lights of the jewelry store.

  Adam placed a finger under my chin and lifted until my eyes met his. "Fantastic. The finest jewel in the entire store."

  The compliment made me blush and my face was on fire with embarrassment from the compliment. No man ever talked to me like that before. No man ever had that kind of lust in his eyes. I couldn't keep staring into those intense eyes so I averted my gaze away, anything but forward. That was when I noticed the entire sales staff of the store was still there, standing diligently at their posts, staring at us.

  I became hot with embarrassment again, but this time for a totally different reason. Still under his control, I was unable to cover my nakedness and I was still on display for everyone to see. Besides the half a dozen or so usual sales staff at their respective posts, Angela was standing in the doorway to the special VIP section. There were also four large men in dark suits and sunglasses that must have been Adam's security.

  "Oh God, everyone can see me," I whispered, sure that I was the laughing stock of the room. Surprisingly, A small part of me was even more excited by the fact that they were looking.

  "Who, them?" Adam motioned to the rest of the room. "Those men are my sworn guards and I would trust them with my life. Besides, I pay them very well for their discretion as well as their protection. As for the staff here... well, I see your point. Don't worry about your ex-coworkers Tiffany, you won't have to worry about their opinions any longer."

  "Ex..." I started to ask, but Adam took me by the hand and I lost my train of thought.

  He paraded me through the store and right to the VIP area where Angela stood by the door.

  Gazing at her name tag, he paused and said "Angel, is that it?"

  In her best demure voice, she replied "Angela, sir, and its a pleasure to finally..."

  He cut her off with a curt order. "Anna, I left explicit instructions for a bottle of champagne from my personal cellar to be at the ready, where is it? Did my runner not arrive with it earlier today?"

  "We have it waiting in our executive section Mr. Drake, we didn't expect you to be on the floor."

  "Amanda, anywhere I am at is the executive section. Bring the bottle and two flutes immediately."

  She disappeared into the executive section without a word. When she returned in what seemed like an instant, she had a gold bottle of some brand of champagne I had never heard of, and two crystal flutes.

  Adam handed the bottle to one of his security men and moments later; a loud pop resonated around the store. Adam extended his hands, and two filed flutes.

  I stood there, still exposed, but no longer feeling embarrassed or even the slightest chill. Being in the orbit of a man this powerful, a man who seemed by all measure to adore me and even hold this strange power over me left me feeling like I never had. I was awash in his power and didn't have a care in the world. I clenched his hand tighter and with both of my hands and he reciprocated by tightening his grip on my fingers.

  Adam handed me a flute full of champagne and asked "your thoughts, my dear?"

  "My dear? Are we are a pet name basis already, honey?" I joked.

  A laugh warmer than I expected from this stern man filled the room.

  "I do love a woman with a sense of humor, Tiffany. And yes, maybe we should get to know each other a bit better. Come, join me in here," he motioned to the executive area, "and let me show a few of these stones what truly flawless gem looks like."

  He motioned for me to enter and Angela made a move to follow me, but one of his security guards stopped her.

  "Sir, company policy says..." but he cut her off.

  "Annita," still saying her name incorrectly, much to my delight, "I know company policy, it’s my company and I wrote the policy." He went on "I do admire your dedication to the rules, so here, take this in case anything comes up missing." Adam motioned to one of his guards and the man produced a black credit card from a jacket pocket and handed it to Angela.

  "That's my personal Black Amex Anna. I know you've seen a lot of those here so I don't have to tell you there is no limit on that card. It should cover any shortages, should some inventory come up missing. Tiffany and I will be shopping privately for the remainder of my stay. Thank you."

  Without waiting for a response, Adam handed Angela his champagne flute
and put the other hand on my waist. I was lead to the exclusive section of the store where only the biggest spenders were allowed. The last thing I saw was one of Adam's security team closing the heavy metal door, fashioned to look like that of a bank vault, behind us. Another of his guards positioned himself nearby to round out the guard detail.

  The inside of the VIP area of the jewelry store was nothing like the outside. Where steel and glass counters were the norm in the general area, here there was only dark, rich wood. The cases had no glass between the viewer and the super expensive diamonds as a way to encourage the buyers to touch things. Necklaces with a diamond in every link filled one case and reminded me of stars on invisible ropes. Another case was earrings, and each one looked heavy enough to tug on my earlobes, but I was pretty sure that was pain I wouldn't mind.

  The walls themselves were not solid walls, but instead the faces of large drawers with ornate metal handles on them. The room was decorated with very ornate mirrors and leather chairs that looked comfortable enough to sleep in.

  "Come here Tiffany, let me get a better look at you," my new admirer said softly.

  Still topless, I walked over to where he stood and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind us. I liked that I saw. For the first time I could remember, I was half naked in front of a man who I believe adored me as a sex object, even if our history made it a little weird. He wasn't settling or flirting out of some other motive. This was a man who could have any woman he wanted, who already had my mom, but yet he wanted me.

  I glimpsed up and saw him behind me in the mirror. Adam stood there, his lips peppering the nape of my neck right where the necklace lie on me. His eyes were on my reflection and he was staring at me like a piece of meat. I loved it.

  "I bet they're all jealous out there, Tiffany, I bet they all want you, or they want to be you."

  "You think?"

  "Of course, didn't you see the way they stared as we walked across the store?"

  "I think that's because my tits were out," I giggled.

  "If they've never seen a magnificent set like yours before, then maybe we shouldn't deprive them of the show now, should we?"

  Adam pulled out his cell phone and tapped out what looked like a text message.

  "There. I just told my guards to alert every one to step into the security area in back. We wouldn't want them to miss the show."

  "Show?"

  Adam stepped behind me and cupped my breasts before whispering into my ear "the show my dear. Look up, you're on candid camera."

  One of the security cameras in the corner of the room panned over to my position. Its little red light let me know that it was active and its feed was going directly to the monitors in our security area. A glimpse around the room told me other cameras were moving to catch up too. Every angle was going to be clear as day to everyone watching.

  "There isn't any sound on that camera, if I recall the security specs right. So they can't hear us right? In here, call me Daddy."

  "Okay, Daddy."

  "Now, you don't mind if I show you off, do you Tiffany? I want them all to be jealous," and he buried his face in the nape of my neck, kissing me and almost sucking my skin hard enough that I thought he might give me a hickey.

  He wrapped his arms around me even tighter. The slight stubble on his cheek tickled me and I had to stifle a laugh. His cologne, or maybe just his pheromones, filled my nose and I thought I would choke on his scent. I was trapped in his grasp and I couldn't have escaped even if I wanted to.

  "I have a confession to make, Tiffany. I've been watching you."

  My eyebrows arched in interest, but I kept silent, anxious to hear what he had to say.

  "I've been noticing what a wonderful woman you're blossoming into and how well you fill out those cute little outfits you sleep in. As soon as I hired you, I had my tech people patch me in directly to the store cameras. I can see the store in my office, or my mobile office, with the flip of a switch on my laptop."

  I was nervous for just a moment, but that gave way to excitement. The thought of being watched at moments when I thought I was alone thrilled me.

  "Tell me, what did you like about me?"

  "I love the way your dresses cling to your curves. You strike me as a classic lady when you move. You almost float around the store. You are so graceful. Nothing like you are at home. But yet, there is a certain sensuality about you. I can tell by the way you move the hair out of your face, or the switch in your walk when you pace the store."

  Silent, I didn't know what to say. No man had ever confessed his lust for me this way. I'd had boyfriends, but never had such a powerful man told me that he wanted me in such eloquent, yet frank, terms. I always dreamed I would hear these words, but never from a man this close to me either.

  "If we are going to have an audience though..." he trailed off, slipping away and releasing me from his grasp.

  Daddy walked around the VIP area and picked up a few items from some of the cases. He even went as far as to take a necklace from one of the mannequins.

  "...then you should be properly adorned like the Goddess that you are. Here, let me."

  He took one of my hands and put a diamond tennis bracelet around my wrist. I stared for a moment at the sparkles, unsure what to say. When all else fails, I try to rely on humor, and this seemed as good a time as any.

  "I am going to have to make a break for it when you try to put this back."

  "Who says its going back Tiffany? It's yours. Consider it a courting gift from an admirer."

  I stared again, this time in shock. I didn't see a price tag because nothing in the executive section had price tags, but if it was back here in the land of super luxury, then it had to cost a fortune. I wasn't into fancy stuff and besides the poodle I got when I turned 16, I'd never wanted or gotten an expensive gift from him or Mom in my life.

  Before I could say another word, Adam took my other hand and put a watch around my other wrist. I can't say what kind of what it was because it was covered in diamonds. I was pretty sure that I couldn't actually tell the time in something like that.

  "Its beautiful," was all I could say, and barely above a whisper. "They're beautiful," came next.

  "You're beautiful, Tiffany. These are just rocks. Now, turn around, you're going to love this one."

  I turned until my back was to him and my eyes were back on the camera. I'm not sure what excited me more: this handsome man who practically raised me fawning over me with jewelry and compliments or the people watching me, half naked and dripping in jewelry from a handsome billionaire.

  Adam reached his hands above my head and lowered the most beautiful necklace I had ever seen onto my chest. The chain was one of the ones that looked like a tennis bracelet, more diamond than metal. It sparkled from a thousand different surfaces with even the slightest movement of my body. I flinched at the coldness of the metal a bit, but the heft of the necklace comforted me in a "Shit, this thing is heavy and must be worth more than my life!" sort of way.

  I could see Daddy in the mirror from this angle. He was looking down at me from behind and it felt funny to be the one watching, for a change. He didn't say anything else for a few moments. He spoke instead with his hands, letting them wander all over my body, exploring my curves and my softness the way a sculptor would admire their finished masterpiece. His hard cock pressed through his slacks against my ass and I leaned forward a bit so I could press my ass against his erection.

  "You look stunning."

  "Oh..." My hand went to my cheek, flush with embarrassment. This was all just too much. This wonderful man was fawning over my half naked body and everybody in the store could see us!

  He nodded slightly, sizing me up with his hands and eyes and I knew that he liked what he saw. I was ready to give myself to him, but I wondered just how much he cared to take.

  Daddy raked his fingers through the ends of my hair and grazed my shoulders as his hands traveled down to my breasts. Everywhere he touched me left his w
armth and scent but I felt electricity when he finally touched my breasts. He rubbed and caressed me like his delicate little doll and I enjoyed a touch more sensuous and experienced than any I had ever enjoyed before.

  "You know Tiffany, I have a knack for 2 things: seeing value before anybody else, and getting what I want. In you, I see something very special, and I want it."

  I don't know if it was the cameras on me or the million dollars of jewelry on my body or the sexy man whispering sweet nothings in my ear and intentionally screwing up my bosses name, but I got bold right then and there. I decided that I wasn't going to be afraid for a man to want me, to admire me, to lust after me like an animal.

  I made eye contact in the mirror and told him "then take me..."

  Like a man possessed, Daddy turned me around and kissed me with a new zeal. His soft lips attacked mine and I felt his muscles moving when he squeezed me tightly to bring me closer to him. This was not the calm father figure enjoying an inside joke a few minutes ago on the store floor, this was a man completely given over to lust.