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  Dirty Work

  By Aila Glass

  Alexa

  Now that I am out of the house I needed a job and this job seemed like just the thing. But from the first moment I met my new boss, Mr. Riley in an interview, I've been obsessed. I want him. I know I shouldn't. But he's awakened a need in me that I can't quite quell. Now all I have to do is convince him I'm worth it.

  Ryan

  I wanted a secretary. What I got was something else. Alexa Davidson is heaven on earth and she looks like it too. The sweet smile and the baby doll shoes got me twisting up inside. The only problem is that now she works for me. But I have a plan. I just hope it works. Because I want her. I need her. And I will have her.

  Content:

  - DD/LG

  - Taboo

  - Age Gap

  - BDSM

  - Kinky

  Dirty Work is a “Daddy” book with light age play.

  Copyright 2020 by Aila Glass

  All Right Reserved

  Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events or locals are entirely coincidental.

  Chapter 1: Ryan

  When Lola said she found a replacement for her secretary job, I was expecting a woman similar to Lola — short, curly grey hair, and glasses. Perhaps around 60. The woman that is now in my office is not what I was expecting.

  She was a 5’4” bombshell with strawberry blonde curls and curves in all the right places. She looked like she would belong on a yacht in a bikini. Right now she was wearing a pink pencil shirt with a pink cap sleeve button up t-shirt and black high heels, her clothes hugging all her curves making her look like a walking wet dream.

  Her hair was tied up into a half ponytail with a bow on top. She had a soft jawline, full lips, pale skin, and big sky-blue eyes. A princess.

  I was sitting at my desk when Lola came into my office saying that the girl she found to replace her had arrived. Lola will retire soon at 65 and she said she knew a girl who needed a job — someone who was reliable, qualified, and trustworthy and that she would bring her in for an interview. She was the daughter of a friend of hers.

  Now, looking at this woman sitting in the leather chair in front of my desk, I find her intriguing. Something about her that makes me think I like what I see. That I can see her not just as an employee. But someone I wanted her on my lap or sucking my cock. I wanted to pound into her pussy and have her call me Daddy. I can't do all of that if she works for me, but Lola will be leaving soon and I desperately need a secretary.

  So I have a plan. I’ll hire her and keep looking for a replacement. Until then, I cannot touch her, no matter what. I wish that were as easy as thinking about it but I know it won't be.

  "May I have your name, miss?" I say, leaning back in my chair. I have a big office, but I am so large that I make the office look small. I have a big clean looking cherry wood desk and three leather chairs that are in front of the desk. There was a door on my left and there were three big windows on the back wall. I decided that I like that she is nervous. Perhaps it’s something about the way my presence fills a room. Or how commanding my voice is.

  "M-my name is Alexa Davidson," she said, fidgeting in her seat. She speaks with a soft and soothing voice. Like a sexy librarian. A beautiful one. I wonder for a moment what she will sound like when she comes. If she is a screamer or will that soothing voice moan loudly as I fuck her into oblivion.

  "Alexa Davidson, sir" I repeat. I want her to say sir when she talks to me. She looks at me with wide eyes and clears her throat, then speaks.

  "My name is Alexa Davidson, Sir." That's better.

  "So...you want a job?" I say, looking straight into her eyes. She is wiggling in her seat and is nibbling on her lips between her teeth.

  “Yes,” she says and I look at her with narrow eyes. She breathes in.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She is getting the hang of it now.

  "How long have you known Lola?" I ask. I want to know a few things about her before I hire her.

  "Ah." She looks like a deer caught in headlights. I sit up in my chair and put my elbows on my desk.

  "Answer me, please," I say, raising my voice a bit.

  "I-ah, I've known her for five years. She and my mom are friends. They go to the same knitting club." I glance at her with questioning eyes. There is no way this girl’s mom is 65. She looks like she's eighteen.

  "How old is your mother?" I ask her quickly. My question is sudden and my tone sharp, causing her to jump in her seat a little bit.

  "She's 51." She says

  "And you?" I ask. I play with one of my pens on my desk.

  "I'm 21.”

  "Sir," I say. I guess she is not catching on as much as I thought.

  "I am 21, Sir." Alexa looked down at her hands that were curled up in her lap.

  I looked at her with hard eyes. I love it when she calls me Sir. I love the way it falls from her mouth as if she craves to say it.

  I lowered one hand down to arrange my dick in my pants and take a few deep breaths.

  "So your duties will include you to get my coffee and messages as well as lunch and any other errands I need. I have very high standards when it comes to my secretary since you are in charge of sorting everything out. Do you have a resume?”

  After twenty minutes of talking about her, what the company does, as well as more info about the job, I hire her. It will give me a chance to get to know her and for her to become comfortable with me.

  She leaves my office wearing a big smile on her face. I watch her ass as she leaves. It's cute wrapped up in that pencil skirt.

  After she leaves I turn to my computer and email Richard, head of HR, to start looking for a secretary and send me resumes and information. I go back to work after that, but Alexa is always on my mind.

  At 8 pm, it's time to go home. As I walk to my black sleek sedan. I think about Alexa, my life, and what kind of future I have in store for us.

  I started to build my empire at the age of twenty two, after graduating business school. I have gone from making hundreds to thousands to millions of dollars. Now that I have it all I am looking for that puzzle piece that I have always put to the side, knowing I wasn't ready. The piece that would give me a wife and a family. Now, with Alexa, I feel I will be able to put the puzzle together. I just hope Alexa feels the same way because even though I didn't believe in “love at first sight” before, I do now. As soon as I set eyes on Alexa, I knew she was my one and only.

  Chapter 2: Alexa

  God, I want him. I want him so badly. Too bad he keeps treating me like an untouchable employee. I guess I should be grateful for that. It means that he knows the rules, but this isn't fair.

  I want that chiseled body all over mine. I want him to look at me with his beautiful green eyes and those soft lips. I want his tan hands roaming all over my body.

  He was a perfect six foot five inch tall Adonis with midnight black hair.. I want his dominance.I want to be his. I noticed it at the interview and I couldn’t help but feel my wet panties. When I walked back to my car, I felt it drip down my thighs as I kept thinking about my new boss.

  I feel a connection when he looks at me. I know he wants me. I just need to break his stupid control that he has so I have a chance with him. I am easily ignored, but now it’s time to grow up and take what I want.

  ***

  2 months later

  I woke up early in the morning wanting to be nice and fresh for work. Since the first day of work, I have been treating every day as the first day. Today I wore a grey flared skirt and a pink long-sleeved shirt with bows on the collar with flat pink ballet shoes. I put my hair up in a bun with a red headband with pink polka dots.

  I was the perfect secretary. I was on time, provided hot coffee, prepared the morning message -- among my other duties. Lunch was at one o’clock. I took his suits to the dry cleaning shop, just a block away, and assisted with business meetings. I was, indeed, perfect. I just wish I could have him, but as they say, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

  I am becoming a new, more confident, woman. I had to be, for my sake, and maybe his. I could tell that Ryan needed, not just wanted a woman who was confident in her sex appeal. A woman like the one I am making myself out to be.

  Perhaps it was time to ditch the “good” secretary and be a bad little girl. That would get his attention enough that maybe we could find a chance to be together.

  I know it’s a risk to my job, but I want Ryan. To my very core, I want him.. I know he is what I need.

  I walk into his office, with a cup of hot black coffee, and close the door.He looks at his computer with a phone cradled next to his ear and the scowl that seems to be there every time he stares at it. The scowl, though intimidating, was sexy as hell. His desk was covered in office equipment, a couple pens, and a small pile of documents waiting to be signed.

  Ryan is the CEO of a company that makes car parts. The contracts are from repair companies and car companies who want to buy their product.

  "Yes, the parts will be ready in 15 days, then I will have them delivered to you. Thanks. All right, I will talk to you later. Goodbye" He puts the phone
down and turns to me and smiles.

  "You have my coffee?" He goes to grab it but I miss his hand and drop the cup which spills all over his pants.

  "Shit!" He says and goes to grab the cup at the same time I get some tissues and start to clean up the mess.

  I get on my knees before him and I slide my hands with the tissues up and down his leg. The coffee spilled on his right leg and slightly on his crotch.

  As I wipe his pants clean he stops and looks at me with hooded eyes and stares right back at him. I can feel him as I clean him and notice that not only his cock is long and has a pretty big girth but is growing at my touch. I knew it. I knew he had the hots for me.

  "Sorry, Sir. I'll clean that right up" I say in a small sounding voice.

  I used that voice a lot when I was at the orphanage. To get out of trouble. My mom was a prostitute and my father was a pimp. When I was three they were both arrested for drug charges and I ended up in an orphanage. Considering the trouble they could have gotten me into when I got older I was grateful for the bust.

  I know it's harsh to want your parents to be arrested but with the guys that walked in all over the place and the drugs on the counters and the couches, I knew that at some point I would get involved one way or another.

  I get my mind out of the sad times at that place and remember who I am with and my plan to get Ryan Riley.

  He doesn't do anything or stop me so I keep going. I slide my hands all over his cock and thighs wiping the coffee off his pants. He gets harder and harder at every swipe but still does nothing. Though, I see that his eyes are full of lust.

  I finish cleaning him and get up off of my knees. I go to the garbage can behind the door and throw the tissues out. I plan to go back and ask him to take off his pants so I could take it to the dry cleaners but as I am turning around a pair of big calloused hands grab my hips and spin me around fast.

  “Be a good girl and don't do that again...or I will spank that little ass of yours until you beg me to stop" He whispers in my ear then leads me out of his office.

  He brings me to my desk then turns around and leaves me at my desk then goes back to his office.

  "What the fuck was that?” And did I hear what I thought I heard?

  Did he say "Be a good girl and don't do that again...or will spank that little ass of yours until you beg me to stop"

  God, why does that make me so hot? I only know that it does and I think I got the attention that I wanted, but I also think that I might have bitten off more than I could chew.

  Chapter 3: Ryan

  I could feel the shivers Alexa had when I told her to behave. I meant them too. I know now that Alexa wants me just as much as I want her, and she is trying to get my attention. I have to hurry and find a replacement before my cock decides to do something stupid.

  I have been looking for three weeks but I haven't found one that I liked yet. There have been women who want to work for me because they want to get into bed with me then there are other women who just couldn't possibly work to my standards.

  Then there are the men. Some are too cocky or have looked at my women as they pass by for an interview. I will not tolerate that. As a man, I know exactly what is going through their heads as they look at her cleavage and it takes all of my control not to take their eyeballs out of their heads and shove them up their asses.

  I have a few more interviews up for next week but for now I am ready for lunch, but where is Alexa? What is taking her so long? Did I scare her? Did she go to HR? I go to the security feed and see Alexa talking to a man. A man who is dangerously close to her.

  I ball my fist and push off my desk and go to her when I see the man putting her hair behind her ear.

  No one touches what's mine and Alexa sure as hell is and I am getting tired of trying to not mark her. I can't. She is my employee and I need to be professional but I can't take it anymore.

  She needs to know who she belongs to and make sure she does what I tell her too.

  I stomp out of my office and head straight for them. According to the live feed, they are at the stairs that head up to the offices from the front desk area.

  My building is pretty straight forward. It's two floors. There is the main desk for people to get their orders made and sorted. After that is a light blue room with wood floors that we keep the smaller orders like small gears and nuts/bolts that can fit into smaller cases. Behind the room is the main room where we make all the parts. On the side of the small room, we have the stairs that go up one floor to the office rooms and that is where Alexa is with my lunch in one hand and her purse on the other.

  I open the door and go down the stairs and open the other door to see a startled Alexa with a young man. The man is a few inches smaller than me and looks like a watered-down mop. Skinny with sliced back hair. A blue and white checkered shirt with grey slacks and running shoes. He sure as hell doesn't work here so what the hell is he doing in my building?

  "Who the hell are you?" I try to keep my anger at bay but I can't seem to control myself around Alexa. The man looks at me dismayed and stutters a response.

  "I-I'm here to p-pick up an order. Uh..." He pulls out a paper and I grab it.

  It's a pick-up order from one of our customers worth about $250.000

  "Go to the front and ask to get the shipment,” I say and shove the paper back to him.

  "Yeah, man I already did that. I am waiting for it now." The man says and I look at him with a stare of steel. I just nod and grab Alexa by the hand and pull her through the door and up the stairs.

  I have a firm hold of Alexa because I am going pretty fast up the stairs and I don't want her to trip on them.

  I pull her into my office and step back from her trying to find some control. Unfortunately, it's not working. Usually, all I have to do is look into her ocean eyes and I calm down. Similar to how I was able to control myself when she was cleaning my pants and spoke in a little girl voice that turned me one so badly that all I wanted to do at that moment was put her on my desk have her suck Daddy's cock then fuck her tight pussy.

  Speaking with a voice that would make lesser men tremble, I ask, "What were you doing with him?”

  She just stares at me and says,

  "I was talking to him. What's your problem?”

  The urge to tell her I don't want her to talk to men because that leads them to possibly touching her and telling her she's mine is at the tip of my tongue and instead of pushing it back to the end of my throat, I spit it out.

  "Because you are mine and no one touches what's mine." She gasps and I see her pupils dilate and feel her shiver.

  "You like that don't you...being mine?" She swallows and my gaze flicks to her throat and imagines she is swallowing my come. All of it. I can't fuck her now but, I have a plan for now that may give me an edge and her some well-deserved punishment for driving me up the wall.

  Chapter 4: Ryan

  I sit in my chair then I lay Alexa across my lap. She manages in three weeks to stretch me like a rubber band so tight I am ready to snap. Since Alexa walked into my office looking for a job, putting her as my secretary has been one of the best and worst decisions of my life.

  Every day she would bring my coffee and messages. She would get my lunch and run errands for me. She has been the perfect little girl. When she spilled my coffee on my lap I knew she wanted me but I couldn't touch her.

  When she was in my office she was all smiles and running her hands around my crotch with a Kleenex. She's been a bad baby after the spill and now talking to a stranger.

  Now she's going to pay for it. When she walks out of my office she will have a glowing ass and she is going to not only enjoy it but come back for more. I know she will.

  She's my baby now and I am her Daddy and I will do anything to keep it that way. Even if it means putting my seed inside her unprotected pussy and getting her pregnant.

  That thought gets my cock growing bigger than it already is. Unfortunately, that will have to wait until I get a new secretary. For now, though, I will give her and me a well-deserved release.

  I bunch her skirt off to her hip and give her a small and quick slap on her ass. She yelps under my hand.