Page 29 of Off Limits

“It’s fine. You don’t need to apologize.”

“I just don’t want you to feel… It wasn’t you. You’re beautiful and you’re sexy, and I just got freaked out.”

“Jean-Luc?”

“Yes?”

“I think I should tell you that I’m seeing someone.”

The band of anxiety around my chest eases and I realize I’m relieved. That’s not why I’m calling. It’s something else. Something I have to know.

“I’m happy to hear that, Cynthia,” I say sincerely. “To be honest, I know I can never date someone from work. So what I said in the car…I did mean it. I’m glad you’ve found love.”

She blows out a breath. “Oh, it’s hardly love. He’s much older than me. Not completely available. It’s just fun for now.” She says it in that same teasing, seductive voice she used in the restaurant. ‘Daddy’s gonna have his hands full.’ My heart beats nervously in response.

“I wanted to ask you… Is that something you like? Older men?” I squeeze my eyes shut, cringing at my own words. I sound like a total perv.

“Yes,” she answers, her voice low and coy, without a hint of mockery at my awkward question, and it emboldens me. “I thought you knew that.”

I laugh lightly. “I did sort of guess.”

“Is that what really freaked you out, Jean-Luc? The Daddy talk in the car?”

I swallow. “Maybe.” My voice comes out quieter than I expected. “I just…wasn’t sure if I was going to end up putting you in an uncomfortable position.”

“What do you mean?” She sounds genuinely curious.

“I’m not sure how far you wanted to go.”

There’s a pause. I don’t know how to say what I’m trying to say, I’m in unfamiliar territory. She’s my employee. She’s young. But I need to know more about what she likes. I need to know what the rules are in her world.

“So you like it.” It’s not a question. It’s a realization. “Has nobody ever called you Daddy before?”

A mental image of Dani flashes in my mind.

“No,” I answer.

“Ah.” There’s a pause. “You know, being Daddy can be a lot of fun, Jean-Luc,” she says in that low, playful voice. A responding ache builds deep inside of me at the word. Daddy. It’s so naughty. So forbidden. So wrong.

I don’t say anything and she continues, taking her cue. “Daddies like to take care of their little girls, and make sure they have everything they need, even if what their little girls want…are their daddies.”

I exhale quietly, the ache growing pleasurably down below. I want to take care of my little girl so badly; to be her daddy.

All I want to do is hold the phone to my ear and listen to Cynthia say those words over and over, but she’s quiet. It’s time for me to say something.

“What else do they do?” I ask. My voice is low and gruff, but flirtatious. I just want her to keep talking.

“They let their little girls play and have fun, and they protect them and keep them safe. And sometimes they have to punish their little girls if they’re naughty.”

Punishment. My cock swells, pushing against the fabric of the bedspread. Cynthia’s teasing voice and the three martinis I had earlier are combining into a new kind of intoxication. I close my eyes and spread my feet apart, enjoying the low throb developing between my legs.

“Do they spank their bad little girls?”

“Yes. They might spank them over their panties, or even spank their bare bottoms if they’re really bad. Is that what you want to do, Jean-Luc? Do you want to spank a bad little girl who needs to be punished?”

Oh my God. My cock strains and my heart starts beating so hard I have to take a deep breath, flooding my lungs with oxygen.

“Yes.”

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