Page 25 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

“You texted,” she said, breath slightly hitched.

And for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

I wanted her, and I had called for her attention, now here she was. She didn’t hesitate to leave him sitting there alone, so that said something—but what? And when she reached behind herself and locked the door, I knew she understood why she’d been beckoned.

Except, it wasn’t the sex that I needed right now. It was whatever she had been giving him—the closeness, the bond, the smiles. I wanted that. My heart craved that.

“Xander?” she asked, plucking one heel off then the other. “Are you okay?”

“Clothes off, now,” I growled possessively, undoing my tie and tugging it off my neck.

She pursed her lips then dipped her head and began to strip. Slowly she undressed herself, beginning with the top, then the skirt, her silk stockings next followed by her panties, all of them discarded haphazardly on the floor. When she was naked, she stood there in front of me with her hands crossed over her chest, covering her breasts, as if she needed to hide her beauty from me.

I removed my shirt and pulled my dick out of my slacks, then gestured to the heavy oak desk behind me. “Bend over,” I ordered.

Amelia’s eyes widened, but she did as I said without question. She leaned over, revealing that luscious ass of hers—my favorite part of her body—and I couldn’t help but spank it once, just because I could. A soft gasp escaped her plump lips and my cock throbbed in anticipation.

I wanted to own her in every way, especially in the ways I felt she had allowed someone else to own her. Specifically because she let him own her. And I hated him for it.

Amelia looked over her shoulder, using one hand to spread herself open and put her holes on display. It got a rise out of me, but not the right one for today. I stroked myself as I looked at her pouty lip, begging me to penetrate her, and my gut roiled. I wanted sex, but somehow this felt empty today. Hollow. Like we’d been missing something, and I had just figured out what it was.

“You know,” I muttered as I walked closer, “this isn’t what I want.”

Amelia straightened, turning to face me. “You want me to suck you off?” Her hips perched on the edge of the desk where too many times I had taken her from behind, given her a few orgasms of her own, and sent her back to her desk. A few times she was on her knees for me without hesitation, admitting sex wasn’t what she wanted. But based on the moisture between her thighs that I saw glistening against her core, today wasn’t one of those days.

“No,” I told her, grabbing her wrist. I tugged her from my desk, pulled her across the room, then spun her around and pressed her back against the windowpane, thankful the mirrored glass allowed me to indulge in another fantasy I had. “This.”

My mouth covered hers in a steamy kiss as I gripped her hips and leaned in. My dick throbbed against her thigh, and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking softly as I kissed her.

I reached between her legs, sliding a single digit inside her tight warmth and felt how wet she was for me. I knew what she was thinking—that this had turned her on too.

“Better?” she purred against my lips, her eyes fluttering closed.

I pulled back, my dick still hard and throbbing in her palm. “Not quite,” I growled, unsure why I was acting this way. It felt like I had to prove to her that I was better than him, that she was somehow mine, even though I couldn’t admit that was what I wanted. “Say the sluttiest thing you can think of.” Amelia’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed pink, but dammit if it didn’t make me harder.

I thrust my fingers into her core, through her thick moisture, and rubbed the heel of my palm against her clit. She whimpered and arched into it while clawing at my shoulders. Her hand continued to stroke my cock, but awkwardly now as she got more worked up.

“I…Christ, Xander, I’m not like that. I don’t know what you want me to say.” She whimpered when I drove my fingers deeper into her, leaned forward and bit my shoulder.

“Tell me you’re a slut and my cock is the only one that does it for you,” I demanded, still unsure where this sudden change in my demeanor was coming from. Amelia hesitated, her eyes locked with mine, her pupils dilating as she bit down on her lower lip.

“I’m a…slut…and…I can’t.” Her whimpers were music to my ears. I loved hearing her say those words. The dirtier she was with me, the more I loved it. The more it boosted that part of my ego that needed to be stroked to get me off. She was enraptured by my actions too, unable to stroke me anymore, but her hand lingered on my dick anyway.

“Say it now, Ms. Johnson.” My eyes flashed with lust as she whined.

“Your cock is…the only one that…” she panted. As she did, her body began to pulse, and an orgasm ripped through her. Her core tightened around my fingers, teeth sinking into my skin again, and I smirked as I watched how those words brought aflush to her cheeks and her climax in the same breath. Seeing the release had my cock dripping.

When her body began to calm, I pulled my hand free, bringing it to her lips. “Suck them clean, now,” I ordered, stopping short of calling her a slut. It was the last thing I wanted to do, humiliate her or insult her. But my God was she incredibly hot when she was so nasty with me.

Amelia’s jaw dropped, tongue lazily licking up the moisture off my digits. When she was finished, I brought my lips to hers and kissed her hard, tasting her juices on her tongue. I wanted to be inside her and feel her pulse around me, but I wanted to feel that closeness first, when she and I both let down our guards and we’re fully raw, primal, the core of us exposed to the other.

“You want to be a whore for me?” I asked her, afraid of how naked I felt by saying the words.

“I want to be the only slut you bend over your desk…”

Her words triggered a cascade of something inside my chest. I spun her around, pressed her tits to the glass, grabbed a handful of her hair, and slid into her pussy from behind, thrusting so hard she whimpered. The way she fit me like a glove made every jealous, possessive cell in my body explode. I was drowning in her. I wanted to own every inch of her.

“Say it,” I growled against her ear. “Say you’re mine.”

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