Page 199 of Unprepared Daddy

I say as I nearly trip over my heels heading in the direction of Christian’s office. Nothing’s going to get in my way, not when I have such a gift from him. One that I want him to enjoy more than anything.

His doors open and I can’t help but show my excitement as I step inside his office. I don’t even knock, the thrill of it is so big.

“Good morning, Isobel.”

“Good morning, Christian,” I nod my head as I see him in black. I never thought that he could look even sexier, but in a black suit with only a red handkerchief, the man never seizes to amaze me.

I quickly take my gift box out of my purse and put it on his desk, “This is yours I take it.”

He nods, not touching it and says, “Don’t you think that you better shut the door.”

I run to the door thinking that I’m trying to act sexy and it’s failing miserably. I take a deep breath wanting nothing to go wrong. Not again. I shut the door, and then I turn to face him.

“Sit down, Isobel.”

I move slowly and seductively to the chair, and then he smiles as he looks at me.

“I take it that you like it?”

I smile, “I still don’t know what it’s for.”

“Do you want me to show you?”

I cross my legs as if I’m Sharon Stone out of Basic Instincts and say, “Yes, please.”

Then he takes something out of his pocket, and just like that, I know exactly what the mini dildo’s for.

“Where did you put it?”

“In the pouch.”

“Good girl, now get ready for the ride.”

I hold on to both sides of the chair as my juices start to seep through the cloth. It’s as if it’s stroking me gently in all the right places. I can’t even speak as I can feel the steady rhythm of it. I open my eyes for a second and notice that he’s watching me.

He holds up the remote in his hand and presses it again.

“Ah,” I moan as I arch my back and lift up in the leather chair. The lace panties against my skin are not only touching my sex but other parts of my pussy. Seeing his eyes on me, makes me imagine him doing this to me. His fingers stroking me up and down. I start to breathe in sharp bursts and then within a short time with Christian saying, “That’s right. Come to papa!”

I do just that. He’s watching me come and knows how to trigger it at any time. I’m trying to contain it, knowing that there are others in the office. I can’t help myself as I start to scream. My back arches and then I bite my tongue. I can’t do this, not with everyone around. And then as my orgasm rips through me, I feel so hot in the well air-conditioned office. I take a deep breath as I try to calm myself. I even forget that Christian’s watching me until he speaks.

“That’ll be all for now Isobel.”

As I open my eyes, he has my panties. The original ones that I wore to work on his nose. He’s sniffing it and smiling at me.

“You can come in an hour and do it all again.”

“Again?”

He puts the panties back in the box and says, “That’s unless you’ll rather do it at your desk.”

“No way Christian!”

“Exactly come back in an hour.”

“And then after that?”

He raises an eyebrow, “You can stop coming in here. Until I tell you to stop.”

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