Page 29 of Use Me, Daddy

His eyes were dark, almost predatory as they roved over me, taking in the way I stood there, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. For a moment, I thought he might say something, but instead, he simply watched me, the corner of his mouth lifting into that same infuriating, knowing smile that made my pussy clench with need.

Without a word, he crossed the room, moving toward the desk with slow, deliberate steps, as if savoring every second. With one hand, he picked up the decanter and poured the liquid into the two glasses. My mouth went dry.

“Would you like a drink, baby girl?”

The words hung in the air between us, as if daring me to respond.

I swallowed hard, a flicker of fear and anticipation running through me.

“Yes.”

The word slipped off my tongue, and the way his eyes darkened when he heard it made my clit throb.

“If I have to remind you how to refer to me properly again, baby girl, I’m going to have to bend you over my desk and take off my belt,” he threatened, his tone casual as my stomach pitched forward and catapulted up into my throat.

He’d spank me with his belt?

My clit pulsed again.

The thought was terrifying, but at the same time… somehow exciting. I took a shaky breath and tried to gather myself as his fingers curled around the glass. I could feel his gaze on me, burning into my skin, the air thick with anticipation. I held his gaze, and the corner of his mouth lifted, the shadow of a smile playing across his lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered finally, not wanting to test the waters just yet, not when I didn’t know what was to come.

A spanking with his belt would certainly sting, I was sure of it, and I didn’t yet know how I felt about going over his knee in the first place. I assumed he would use his hand to slap my ass a few times. Maybe he thought it would make my pussy wet, and then maybe he’d bend me over his desk and fuck me with that big hard pierced cock, but I couldn’t know for sure.

The one thing I was sure of though was that I wasn’t ready for his belt.

Not yet anyway.

I’d called him Daddy again and all it had taken was a single threat that he’d spank me with his belt.

My cheeks burned with the humiliation of knowing that I was callingmy boss, the man who held my professional life in his hands,Daddy, something so intimate, so raw. The word tasted foreign, almost forbidden, each syllable tinged with a strange mix of shame and desire that left my heart racing and my pussy clenching.

His eyes darkened and the corners of his lips lifted up in a smirk. He didn’t answer, and instead, simply walked back toward me, the liquid in the glass sloshing ever so slightly as he moved.

He placed the glass in my hand, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes met mine, his expression inscrutable, and a wave of warmth washed over me. I sipped at the liquid, finding it to be a spicy bourbon that burned as it slipped down my throat. It was strong, the taste of oak and caramel lingering on my tongue.

He took a long sip from his glass, and I caught the scent of the liquor, the sweetness of oak and the bite of caramel on his breath. His eyes never left mine, the tension between us crackling, as if charged by the electricity in the air. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching out, as if neither of us dared to break it.

Finally, Aleksei broke it first, his voice a low rumble, his words spoken as if he carefully considered each and every one.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen next, baby girl. I’m going to sit down and then you’re going to climb over my knee with that beautiful little ass high up in the air. You’re going to ask me to lift your skirt. Then you’re going to ask me to take downthose sexy panties you’re undoubtedly wearing and then you’re going to ask me to spank you. Hard. If you’re a good girl for your spanking, then I’llmakeyou come for me. If you’re not, I’m going to leave you wet and needy. Do you understand me?”

His words, spoken in that soft, deep baritone, made my heart race and my skin flush. The image his words conjured sent a wave of heat rushing through me. I wanted that, desperately, but more than anything, I wanted him to make me come because I already knew it wasn’t enough for me to do it. It needed it to be him.

“I—”

I hesitated, unable to form the words, to admit what I wanted.

“The only answer I want to hear is ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘No, Daddy,’ baby girl. Nothing else,” he murmured, and I bit my lip, my stomach doing somersaults at the low warning in his tone. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I simply nodded.

He leaned forward, his lips a mere inch from mine, the smell of his cologne intoxicating, his proximity making it hard to breathe.

“Use your words, baby girl,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument, yet somehow still soft and gentle.

“Yes…Da—Daddy,” I breathed, unable to stop myself. I did want what he was offering. I did want to come for him. I wanted to come hard and for some reason, I trusted in his ability to deliver on that promise. Maybe it was his cool confidence, or maybe it was his tempting charm, but I knew without a doubt that this man was going to make me shatter into pieces.

On his fingers.

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