Page 131 of Don't Call Me Daddy
It only took six months before she was promoted to middle management, and she just kept moving up from there. By the time her contract was up, she had permanent job offers from four different tourism companies, just from word of mouth alone.
But as much as she loved the tourism industry, her heart was in event planning, and she finally felt ready to start her own event planning company—with a focus in eco-friendly and sustainable materials. We even collaborated and are set to carry her brand’s one hundred percent compostable party supplies in a few of our larger stores next year. It’s something that’s never been done, and she’s filling a hole in the market that nobody realized existed.
She’s a trailblazer with a heart of gold, and I still can’t believe I get to call her mine.
I shift in my seat as a bead of sweat drips down my temple, feeling a fresh wave of nerves like a flock of pigeons in my stomach.
Ivy places a calming hand on my thigh to still my shaking. “How is it that you’re more nervous than I am? Do you want to sneak off to the restroom for a quickie? Because you know I chose this wrinkle resistant dress for that very reason.”
I suck in a hiss as her hand brushes over my balls, and I quickly swat her away. “Jesus, woman, we don’t have time for your games. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we missed the award entirely because we were fucking in the bathroom.”
She bites her plump, red-stained lip as her eyes drift down my chest before moving her hand back to my now fully erect cock. What can I say? I’ve been fighting the urge to pull her away and do just that all fucking night, which makes me feel like an asshole for being so distracted. But that sliver of mesh between her tits has been taunting me, along with the way I’m so fucking tempted to slide my hand beneath the silky fabric … to slide my tongue along her collarbone, to hike up her gown and fuck her until she’s a whimpering mess, just to test how wrinkle resistant her dress really is …
I close my eyes as her soft touch caresses over my cock beneath the table, and it’s as if she knows exactly how to calm my nerves. My family fills in the seats beside us, all turned to face the stage as someone goes on about another award. It really is an incredible experience that I should be paying attention to, but when my girl strokes me like the fucking brat she is, I can hardly keep myself from losing it right there.
Ivy’s soft strokes grow deeper, her fingertips alternating to caress my sensitive head and cup my balls. I try to mask a moan with a cough, and my stomach tenses, the threat of my release dangerously close.
“Baby, stop. Fuck, you’re so good at that.” I try to swat her hand away, but it only seems to encourage her more.
I’ve never been more thankful to be sitting in the corner in a dark ballroom as everyone’s attention is trained on the ceremony.
I grit my teeth as I try to muster the strength to brush her off, but it’s like my arms have gone completely weak, and I’mmoving in slow motion, like when you try to fight someone in a dream.
“What’s wrong, Daddy? You seem distracted. Aren’t you enjoying the ceremony?” she whispers as she quickens her pace, masterfully jacking me off beneath the table, and, fuck, it’s hot.
I can’t help but wonder how long she’s been planning this payback. Knowing Ivy, it was probably the moment I did this very same thing to torment her. It’s just like my little brat to play the long game.
“Thank you all so much for joining us tonight and helping us honor these incredible world changers. We have one final award to give, as there’s been one standout duo who’s transformed the party industry as we know it, which has trickled down to an entire movement that is only just beginning.”
My eyes roll back in my head, and I clench my jaw, trying like hell to hold on to the last bit of resolve I can muster. I can’t give her a reaction; I can’t let her see me struggling.
“Ivy,” I growl under my breath. It was intended as a threat, but thanks to her talented hand, it comes out more like a plea.
“With their partnership, they’ve started a fresh brand of sustainable party planning supplies and merged their companies in a way that is creative, innovative, and sustainable, and we atGlint Magazinecouldn’t let the night pass without paying tribute for their efforts.”
What?she mouths, feigning innocence as she dips her finger over my balls, brushing my taint.
My head falls back as I stare up at the ceiling, my impending release only moments away. Fuck, I can’t hold off any longer, and I can’t fight the images flooding my memory. I have entirely too much material to work with. I try to push down the images of Ivy’s naked body, strapped down as I taunt and tease her, punishing her just the way she likes. Fuck, I can’t stop thinkingof all the things I’m going to do to her as soon as I get her home, how I’m going to torture her so damn good …
Ivy bites her lip playfully and gives me a wink, then leans in and whispers, “I want to climb underneath this table and suck you off with my mouth… until my lipstick is smeared all over my face and my eyes are watering from gagging on your massive cock.”
Holy fuck. That’ll do it.
I swallow a gulp just as she gives me one last stroke, the image she just painted pushing me right over the edge. There’s no holding myself back. My ears ring, and my vision goes blurry as I come in an explosive rush, and liquid heat shoots into my boxer briefs and down my leg.
Ivy sits back with a satisfied smirk, looking so damn proud of herself, as everyone around us is distracted by the man speaking onstage, and I take a deep inhale to calm my racing heart.
“So, without further ado, I’d like to present the first Glint Innovation and Excellence Award to none other than Ivy Lane and Leo Kingsley!”
Ivy’s spine goes rigid, and her look of shock is quickly replaced with delight. It takes me several moments to register what I heard.
My parents both cheer in surprise, taking turns to hug her, as my brothers clap and smile, whispering their congratulations.
“What are you waiting on, Leo? Get up there and get your award!” my mom says.
My head snaps to Ivy, who looks equal parts worried and proud.
Fucking hell, this brat is going to pay for this stunt. She won’t be able to walk for a week after I get through with her.
