When I’d started my last semester of high school he hounded me day in and day out, practically taking control of every free moment I had. He expected me to fill out at least one college application every week, as well as research and apply for every possible scholarship that each school had to offer. I hated him for it, but he’d been sure to remind me of the cute little corvette that I’d wanted so badly.
When he’d given me a credit card to help pay for school expenses, I’d used it for just that. I had rented a cute condo, furnished it with the most expensive furniture I could find, and basically lived like a queen. My grades had suffered, with the majority of my free time being spent in the gym or partying, but I never expected him to come down on my so hard. When he saw my 2.5 G.P.A. and that I was on academic probation, things changed.
He hadn’t said a word, but it wasn’t hard for me to get the picture when I’d tried to buy a five-dollar mocha and my card was declined. I’d tried the backup card he’d given me, but it too had been canceled. When I called him to let him know something was wrong, he just laughed and told me I’d better get used to it.
A month later I was back home, begging for a second chance, they couldn’t just cut me off. Daddy said he was happy to give me a second chance—as a secretary at his firm. He wouldn’t reinstate my credit cards. I would actually have to pretend to work for him.
As I stepped off the elevator and into the office I was impressed. Either daddy had good taste, or he’d had a wonderful decorator. Everything was deep mahogany, and the windows let in a soft light that made the room inviting. I could see the desk where I would be stationed. There was a tiny name placard there—Brittany Moss. I lifted it and traced the letters with my fingers. Perhaps it wasn’t going to be so bad working for daddy.
I sat down and felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was Avery, a guy I had met three weeks ago. We’d been teasing one another on and off and things were starting to get hot between us. We hadn’t actually gone past first base, but maybe that was why it seemed so erotic when he would text me all the naughty things he wanted to do to me. He’d had to leave town not long after we’d met, and I’d come to see my mom the day after he got back. I hoped that he’d come down and see me, and I had sent him a photo of me in my work attire this morning.
“I’d like to peel that skirt right off your sexy hips.”
My fingers quickly found the buttons to reply, “what would you do once it was off?”
I was still a virgin, but I thought perhaps he was the one I’d like to take it. I felt my phone buzz again just as the door opened. I was surprised because it was daddy’s office. He stepped out, glistening with beads of perspiration.
“Oh good, you’re actually on time. I’ll need some coffee, I’ll have it with cream and sugar.”
I watched him as he walked to a little door and pulled it open. Apparently he kept a full closet of suits at the office. I had often wondered how daddy had kept in such good shape.
“You have a gym in your office?” I asked him curiously.
“I asked you to get me a coffee,” he replied firmly, walking back into his office and shutting the door tightly behind him.
‘What a jerk,’ I thought to myself as I got up and stomped to the elevator. I was wrong, it was going to be terrible working for him, but I wouldn’t let him have all the fun.
“I’ll take a coffee, decaf, black,” I smirked as I took the cup from the barista.
Walking back into the office I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face, and daddy eyed me strangely as he took the coffee from my tiny manicured fingers.
“Thank you.”
His hair was wet and he smelled fresh. I felt the phone buzz in my pocket again and daddies eyes flashed towards me.
“You won’t need that cellphone here. You can leave it on my desk.”
I squirmed uncomfortably. There was no way I was leaving my phone on his desk. “Oh, I’ll put it away sir,” I could feel my cheeks growing hot.
He nodded and went back to his business, taking a sip from the cup I’d given him. I felt my stomach ball up as his brows drew together and he looked up at me a second time. If it weren’t for the cellphone perhaps I’d have enjoyed this moment more.
“Really Brit?”
I feigned innocence. “What?”
“I said, a coffee with milk and sugar.” He threw the cup down at my feet, spilling the hot liquid over the perfectly buffed floor.
“Clean that up and then, get me what I asked for.”
I huffed, unable to believe just how childish he was acting about the entire thing. To think, I had nearly regretted giving him the wrong order. I grabbed a paper towel from the bathroom and stomped back into his office bending down and sopping up the mess. ‘How humiliating.’ I could feel his eyes on me as I worked, but I smiled and feigned complete ignorance of his attention. If he thought that treating me like a servant was acceptable, then I would make his day hell.
I went back to my desk, feeling my phone buzz again. I didn’t care that he’d told me to put my phone away, I took my time checking my messages.
“Well, once your skirt was off I’d slide my fingers down your bare bottom…”
“Then I’d lift you up and wrap your thighs around me.”
“And press my hard cock against your wetness…”
“Mmmm,” I softly moaned as I imagined Avery acting out each and every word.
“Really Brit, this just isn’t going to work out if you can’t even follow the most simple directions. No wonder you’re still looking for a job.”
His words cut deep, it wasn’t my fault, I hadn’t even been given a chance. Besides, playing daddy’s secretary wasn’t exactly something I was going to do to the best of my abilities. I didn’t care if he’d had his coffee, or if I wasted his time texting Avery.
His strong hand took mine and he pried the telephone from me as I clung to it.
“You’re going to make me break a nail!” I cried, practically begging him to stop his nonsense.
“Oh what a shame that would be Princess.” He easily lifted each finger, carefully avoiding my nails until he had the telephone in his own hands.
He lifted me easily and threw me down over his knee, spanking me like a child. I felt the sting each time his hand struck my behind, and as I tried to stop him, he pulled my skirt up and struck the bare skin beneath. I cried out for him to stop. I could feel the heat when he slapped my ass, and I was embarrassed by the sudden wave of pleasure that had invaded the place between my thighs.
“Please stop Daddy, I am sorry!” I cried.
“Now, what is it that is so important that you can’t even get a damn coffee?” He pressed the buttons with a swift intelligence of the technology, his eyes scanning the messages.
“Oh… I see.” He cleared his throat, silently staring at the telephone.
I felt so small, so utterly and completely exposed. My ass was still bared to him and I stared down at the floor, I’d wanted to shrivel up and disappear.
“What are you going to do with yourself Brit?” Daddy shook his head as he read the messages. “I gave you a chance to earn a living, and here you are trying to fuck someone on the clock. I’m not paying you to get wet Brittany…” His eyes grew dark and he was quiet.
Whatever was brewing within him seemed to have his full attention now, and I thought that perhaps I could just slither away unnoticed.