Page 32 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

“Maybe it does,” I mewled, arching my hips upward into him.

He took it as permission, slicking his cock in my juices a few more times before lining up to the tight ring of muscles. When Xander started to thrust in, I clawed at the comforter, whimpering as he stretched me.

“Oh God, Xander!” I gasped as he went deeper. He hit something inside me that set off every nerve ending in my body. My pussy clenched around nothing, craving to be filled.

“So…tight…” he groaned, thrusting in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” I begged, unable to control the moans and whimpers that escaped my lips as he thrust so hard my entire body shook. There was nothing but him and this moment. When I felt him speed up, I forced my hand under my body, rubbed my clit with my fingertips.

“You like it when the boss punishes you, don’t you?” he growled.

“Yes, sir, please punish me,” I moaned, things I never thought I’d utter. It was hotter than anything I’d ever fantasized about. When he spanked my ass, lightly at first, and then harder when he picked up the pace, I whimpered in ecstasy. “Oh, God yes! Make me come!”

He roughly grabbed my hips and thrust into me so hard my body felt crushed, face pushing into the pillows. The plushness of the material muffled most of the moans that escaped my lips as my orgasm ripped through me, tightening around his own pleasure-seeking cock.

“That’s it…Be my little cum slut. Scream my name.” His orders were impossible to follow. I could barely breathe, let alone speak, but just saying the words seemed to do it for him.

Xander thrust a few more times until I felt his cock pulsing. I couldn’t feel his release—too absorbed in the waves of pleasure flooding me—but his body twitched, arm moved from my shoulders, and then he rolled to the bed next to me.

His chest heaved for a few minutes, body still taut, and I rolled to my side to face him. Both of us lay there catching our breaths, my body still pulsing with sensations. I closed my eyes and thought about why I drove to the office instead of home after that argument, about why my body just knew instinctively that being near Xander was the thing that would help me. Not the sex, just his presence. But I hadn’t had the courage to walk inside.

“I thought about calling you anyway…” he confessed, staring at the ceiling. One arm balanced over his forehead, the other lay draped over his belly. I propped myself up on an elbow and smiled the first genuine smile I’d had on my face since Dad went off on me.

“You did?”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “I’m just really frustrated at work right now. Nailing down clients isn’t my forte…” He looked thoughtful for a second and then said, “And there’s someone on staff that annoys the hell out of me. I can’t fire them for being a total douche, but sometimes I wish I could.”

I chuckled at his comment because there were a few people we worked with that made me feel like that too. I also chuckled because he grinned every time I did, and when he looked me in the eye and I saw the sparkle of emotion there, I felt like we were bonding finally.

“Yeah, I know a few people like that. You just want to throat punch them every time they open their mouths or something.”My hand flattened on the mattress, inching closer. I wanted to hold his hand, but he’d have to make the first move. This was his arrangement. Though, if it had been mine, I’d have taken the no-falling-in-love clause off the table.

“More like helping their head meet the concrete,” he said, and a deep belly laugh rolled up and out of him.

“I’m sure it’s just a phase. Things are going well though.” If work was where we had to start to come to a more personal ground, then I wanted to line up to the starting blocks because I was ready to race forward while he inched ahead.

“Things feel like they’re falling apart, and maybe I’m just too worried about it, but sometimes I get the feeling I’ve made a mistake.” Xander sat up and I followed him, scooting closer. The conversation seemed to take a more serious turn, like he was ready to bare his soul, but the moment I touched his arm he bristled.

“You haven’t made a mistake,” I told him, hoping to comfort whatever angst he was feeling.

Instead, he stood and grunted, “Bathroom.” Then he left me sitting there wondering if I said something wrong. He vanished out the bedroom door instead of into the adjoining bathroom. I tiptoed to the door and peeked down the hall, watching as he walked into the bathroom off the kitchen.

I had said something wrong. But what? Or was it that I touched him? But we just had sex. How could me touching him upset him like that?

When I saw him coming back, I rushed back to the bed, perched on the corner of it. Xander strolled in wearing his boxer shorts, carrying my clothing. He set it on the bed next to me and walked to his dresser and pulled a drawer open.

“I shouldn’t have been joking about personnel like that. I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.” He spoke with his back turned, tugging a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer.

“Xander, it’s okay. Really. I can keep it confid?—”

“My driver will take you wherever you want to go, home or maybe your dad’s house. Just let him know where.” I wanted to protest, to tell him it was okay to be vulnerable with me, but he didn’t seem open to hearing what I had to say.

I felt a little better than I had when he knocked on my car window, but that mood was slowly spiraling downward again. I stood, started dressing slowly, and Xander went on.

“Remember our agreement—no one finds out, and no other sexual partners.” He left out the part about no falling in love, but with the way he was acting right now my heart was picking up that red flag. He didn’t need to announce it.

“Yeah, okay,” I said, tugging my pants on.

“And thank you for coming.” He strutted over to me, grabbed both of my biceps, and pressed a hard, chaste kiss to my forehead—the kind my father would. It was less awkward than that sideways hug he tried on me before, but it spoke something I didn’t think he meant. Or maybe he did, and my stupid heart was too naive to believe it.

I stood there with my shirt in hand, watching him walk out of his bedroom. It was a big place, but not so large I couldn’t chase him down, shake some sense into him.

For a moment, I let myself think he was going to be vulnerable with me, open up, maybe bond. And his actions snapped me back to reality really quickly. I was here to be his sex pet and get my needs met, nothing more. My heart screamed for more. My mind screamed louder—No strings attached, dummy.

I was doing this to myself and I had to stop. I thought being close to him would be amazing, even if I couldn’t have him. But the closer I got to him on my end, the farther away he felt. How much closer could I get before he vanished and my heart was shattered?

I didn’t think I could handle that at all.

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