Chapter Six - The Office

Baby Girl

I'm on my way to Daddy's office. He's given me a new car, an expensive SUV. He wanted me to have a safe vehicle because he insists that I'm pregnant. Though it's only been just four weeks since we've been together, I stopped on the way and grabbed a pregnancy test, then picked up our lunch at a fancy bistro near his office building.

My life has changed so much. Daddy has bought me a whole new wardrobe and threw out all my old clothes except the dress I wore when I met him. Who new he would be so sentimental? My new clothes are expensive, even the shorts and tank tops cost more than I would have been able to afford when I lived my other life. I now have sparkly cocktail dresses and underthings that are described as lingerie instead of underwear.

Not that I'm allowed to wear underwear any longer. If I'm with Daddy, I'm bare underneath my clothes. I have pretty bras though, that push my generous breasts up. Today I picked a pretty sundress with cap sleeves and a full skirt that comes to my knees. It has tulle under it that makes it fluff out and bounce when I walk. I picked a pair of strappy sandals to go with it. Daddy sent me to have a mani-pedi and I got my hair cut and highlights put in it. It all feels so decadent but I love that he spoils me.

I flounced onto the elevator and pushed the button for Daddy's floor. My hands are full, so I use my elbow to hit the button for the top floor, of course. Nothing but the best for my Daddy. I think he owns the whole building. He's very rich, but I don't care about that. We could live in a flop house and I'd be happy. He's been wonderful to me and mother. We want for nothing.

I exit the elevator on his floor and stride to the receptionist's desk.

"Please let Paul know that Serena is here," I told her politely.

"I'll take that to him, just leave it here," she says in a snooty voice.

I sigh a little, I don't want a battle, but it looks like I might have one. "Paul is expecting me. Please let him know I'm here."

She eyes me, but finally does as I ask. People probably think Daddy and I are an odd couple since he is so much older. I'm bound to get dirty looks and rude behavior from women who think they would be a better match. I'm not worried though.

Daddy comes down the hallway. He only has eyes for me. Jealousy burns through the receptionist. I can see it on her face.

"Hello, Baby Girl," he says in his husky and seductive voice. I smiled widely.

"Hi, Daddy," I say in return as he leans down and kisses me softly, right on the lips. Take that, you hussy.

"Here let me help you with those things," he reaches for the drinks and relieves me of some of my burden. I flashed the receptionist a fake smile as I followed Daddy down the long hallway.

Behind the receptionist's desk is an open floor plan to the right and many people are busy at their computers. Several more offices with glass walls continue down the left side of the space. Of course, Daddy has the biggest office at the end of the hall, with the best views, of course. He sits the drinks down at a table and grabs a remote of sorts. Instantly the glass of his office had turned opaque. We can no longer see out of the frosted window and, presumably, they can no longer see in.

Now that we have privacy, Daddy reaches for me. I fall into him, like always. My neck and some of my enhanced cleavage are on display and Daddy starts kissing my neck. He pulls my dress down under my tit8s. He admires my breasts before he leans down to begin sucking on them each in turn. I try to hold back my moans. I'm very loud when we are making love, but we are in his workplace. I do not want to make a spectacle of myself.

Daddy breaks away and slaps both of my tit8s. I gasp, but I genuinely love his roughness and want him to do it again.

"I want to hear you," he growls.

I'm appalled. "But then everyone can hear me!" I say breathlessly.

"I've never fucked anyone in my office before. I want them to know I own you," he rasps.

"But Daddy," I whine, and he slaps me again, just as I wanted. I've found that being a little bratty gets me the roughness I adore.

I cry out, just like he intended, then he picks me up and sets me on the table. I wince but he pretends not to notice. His hands reach under my dress.

"Good girl. Your pussy is bare and," he pushes two fingers inside me, "You're soaked. Ready for Daddy's cock, Baby Girl?" It's a rhetorical question really. I never say no to him.

He kisses me while he plays with my cunt. I moan into his mouth and he finds my clit. He rubs it until I break away and orgasm loudly. Just his fingers can get me off so swiftly. He knows how to play me. He pulls me off the table then. I haven't even recovered when he bends me over the table and lifts my dress over my hips.

"So pretty, Baby Girl. Does it hurt?" He asks as he plays with the jeweled butt plug he placed in my ass this morning.

"Just a little, Daddy, but I'm getting used to it," I tell him. He pulls it almost all the way out and pushes it back in.

"What a good little slut you are for Daddy, going all over town with your ass full. You ready for me to fuck you there?"

I shivered. "Whatever you want, Daddy. I was made for your pleasure. You've turned me into a whore for your cock. I'm ready to take it in my dark hole. I want to know what it feels like when you cum deep inside my ass." My mouth always seems to be full of dirty words that fire Daddy up.

I hear him take his belt off, and I think that he's going to remove his pants, but instead he slaps my ass. The leather makes a huge sound in the room and so do I, since I wasn't expecting it. He slaps me a few more times, hitting the plug in my ass on purpose, and my cries are getting louder and louder.

Daddy pauses as I hear the door to his office open. I start to straighten. I'm mortified to be found in this position, and by a co-worker. It's bad enough that they can probably hear everything, now they are seeing everything! Daddy places his hand on my back and doesn't allow me to stand. I feel the flush cover me from my hairline and run down my exposed chest.

"Daddy!" I wail. It reminded me of the first night in the club, when he showed the room my pussy. I was dying of embarrassment.

"Baby Girl, this is my business partner and best friend, Devon. Devon, this is Baby Girl. Isn't she spectacular?" Daddy said to his friend. He wasn't surprised that Devon had come into the room. Did they plan this?

Curious now, I turn my head to watch Devon walk over. Holy shit, he was almost as good-looking as Daddy. He had dark blond hair and deep blue eyes. The only thing that kept his face from being perfect was a small crook in his nose. It must have been broken and not set right at least once. He was big all over with thick muscles, that bulged his sleeves, even though he wore an expensively cut suit like Daddy's. When he got closer, I noticed his hands were huge too. Devon stood near, studying me.