Dirty Work Page 2

  "You've been a bad girl, princess. Do you know what you have done?" I say. Alexa wiggles on my lap but freezes when I slap her again on one cheek.

  "Ouch!" she yells, "What are you doing? What do you mean? What have I done?!”

  "You don't know, princess?" I whispered in her ear. "The coffee and now the man downstairs."

  She turns and looks at me slightly scared but I can see the lust growing in those beautiful eyes.

  "I was just talking to him." She whines and tries to wiggle out of my grip. So I slap her again on the other cheek.

  "Ouch!" This time she stops trying to get out and I pet her sore little bottom and she melts into my lap. I even might have heard a purr.

  "Not only did you talk to a stranger but my lunch was late and you know Daddy hates it when things are late" When I say Daddy I hear her moan. She wants a Daddy. This woman needs a Daddy. And I am happy to oblige.

  "It's okay, princess,” I say in a soothing tone "Daddy is just going to punish you so that it never happens again, yes?”

  She does nothing but says in the faintest of whispers “Yes"

  “Yes, what,” I say and give her another slap.

  "Ah. Yes, Daddy" She wiggles in my lap and I can smell her juices and I know that if I put my fingers to her pussy she will be soaking wet.

  "You like that, don't you?" I go to remove her panties "You like me as your Daddy. You need one don't you? A Daddy to take care of you. To feed you, tuck you into bed..." I go back to her ear and say "And to fuck you”

  Alexa gasps but doesn't move. This makes me very happy.

  "Do you need Daddy to punish you, princess?" I say, sitting back to look at her glistening pussy.

  "Yes, Daddy. I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished" She whispers.

  “Louder” I say

  "Yes, Daddy. I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished" She says louder this time.

  "Don't worry, baby. I'll give you what you need. Daddy's here now" I say as I give her a big slap on her right cheek.

  Alexa flinches and gasps but I keep her on my lap with a steady and arm and keep going.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  Slap!

  I do five more slaps before I see a faint red glow and on her pale skin and I stop. By now she is dripping on my pant leg and now I have a wet spot on my thigh.

  “Uh-oh," I say and tsk. "You got Daddy wet." She is in delirium but is lucid enough to turn around with her bliss out eyes.

  "What?" She says with her lip between her teeth. I slide her off my lap to her knees and point to my leg. "You need to clean up your mess, princess" She looks at my legs then goes in to lick away her juices.

  I am so turned on I am about to burst from my pants. When she is done cleaning me she starts to pet my cock with her hands like she had no idea how to pleasure a man's cock, but knows that if she pets it, it will make me feel good.

  I pull her hands away from heavenly hands because I can't. Not yet.

  "Not now, princess. Soon." She is turned on but hasn't come yet. I need to do something about it because I can’t have her horny and uncomfortable. Not only that but there are a lot of men in this building and no way are they going to help her.

  That's my job.

  I pull her off her knees and we go over to the other side of my desk and put her on my chair. I pull off her skirt and panties and open her buttoned-up shirt that she wore today. When I opened it up the first thing I saw in her tits. Pale and small. So small I think I could fit my entire mouth on one of them. It was a great contrast to her curves which would automatically make people think there would be big breasts to match but these were not. Perky and cute with a dark tip and nipple looking so hard it would cut glass.

  The only thing on my mind now is making her come.

  I slide my fingers up and down her pussy. Alexa moans and arches her back, jutting her tits out at me.

  "Daddy," she whispers. That makes me keep going and I use my other hand to undo my belt and button and slide my zipper down so I can pull out my cock. Doing it with one hand is hard but I don't want to stop touching her pussy because touching it makes her feel good and I want to make her feel good. Not to mention her blissed out face is addictive.

  "You want to come, princess?" I start to jack off my cock while rubbing her pussy. Filling her with my fingers and flicking her tight nub with my thumb. I have to slow down on my cock so I don't come too fast.

  Alexa looks up at me with lust and something I can't place but whatever it is it's perfect. I can't wait to sink my cock inside her and show her who is her mate, see her swollen with my babies, and a ring on her finger.

  "Y-yes Da-Daddy. I want to come. Can I come?" She closes her eyes again and is withering on the chair. Her hands are gripping the handles and her body is shaking for a release.

  "Not yet, princess" I pump two fingers inside her and see her juices spilling onto my chair. I pull my fingers out and Alexa moans in disappointment. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and Alexa opens her eyes and watches me as I like her off of my fingers.

  "Fuck, baby. You taste good." I say and I bring my hand back to her swollen cunt and thrust in fast and hard. Alexa screams and her head goes back and she fucks my hand with vigour.

  "Come with me, princess." We both come at the same time and I rut all over her pussy and she comes all over my fingers. I let go of my cock to knead her breasts. She now has me all over her pussy and her tits. She moans and smiles at me and I feel complete.

  Chapter 5: Alexa

  My breathing goes back to normal as well as my sense in reality. I can't believe that Ryan fingered my pussy and made me come harder than I ever have. Not only that but he jerked himself off in front of me and now I am coated in his sticky mess along with my own.

  When he dragged me upstairs I had no idea what he was going to do. I also had no idea he would react so explosively when I talked to the man downstairs. It was an innocent conversation. At least it was until he touched my hair. The second he did that I knew it felt wrong. It wasn't Ryan’s hand in my hair so I pulled my head away from his hand and as if he was watching us from behind the door Ryan came out and started to yell at the man. He is an intimidating man and not someone you want to anger.

  I once was in a meeting with him and a few workers and he came in looking and acting quite authoritative and made sure they knew who was boss and that you don't mess anything up in his company. I am not sure what they did but whatever it was I am sure they will never do it again.

  When Ryan spanked me and he called himself Daddy and made me call him Daddy I felt like the universe aligned for me for this moment. Though every foster home and every bad job, or the lack of them have created a path to be here right now with a red ass and covered in come and my prince charming over me like I am a desert that he wants before dinner. He wants to take a bite out of this forbidden prize and I am more than happy to let him.

  I had never called anyone Daddy before and it felt right. I had read books about Daddy Dom Little Girl (DD/LG) before but had never experienced it. Seems as though I am now very much involved and I am so happy. I have happiness and lust coursing through my veins.

  Ryan looks down at me and smiles.

  "Are you alright, princess?" He asks in his soothing tone. Using his clean hand to brush the hair out of my face and hold my jaw.

  "Yes, I am very much alright." I laugh a little "I've never been better.".

  I shift in his chair and he goes to get a towel from the bathroom that is joined to his office. When he comes back he gets on his knees. I remain still as I can as he cleans me. He finishes then puts the towel on the desk and puts his hands around my hips.

  I am a big woman but when he puts his hands on me I feel like the goddess of desire. Ryan doesn't care that I am not a stick figure model and he seems to love all my curves. I love that he likes my body the way it is because I will not give up my lemon tarts and pie for anyone. Don't get me wrong, I eat healthily. I just like to indulge in the swe
et stuff. I never really got to have it when I was younger so I am cramming 18 years of baked potatoes and string beans and turning them into cake and pies.

  Ryan looks into my eyes very seriously and part of me thinks I have made a huge mistake and he is going to fire me and send me away.

  "We need to talk." He says, Even though those words pass through his beautiful lips they still sound ominous. He must see the worry in my face because he quickly reassures me.

  "No, sweetness. You are not in trouble. I am" He sighs then continues.

  "I want you. So bad I can't help myself. But I can't because you are my employee and that is against the rules. You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you against every square inch of this office then move to my car and my house and maybe even the backyard. But we can't. I didn't even plan for this..." he waves his hand back and forth between us. "...To happen. I wanted to wait until I found someone to replace you so I could have you. Completely”

  I breathe deeply. "I want you too and I am happy you want me as well but I need a job.”

  He smiles at me then says,

  "I can support both of us. Come on, I want you and you want me. Plus, would you rather have a nanny look after our kids." I gasp.

  Kids!

  We barely know each other and he is thinking about kids.

  I start to think of what it would be like just to stay at his house without a job. I didn't really have dreams of becoming anything when I was younger and I still have nothing. Jobs to me have always been a necessity not something you do because you want to. At the same time, I feel selfish to stay home as he makes all this money.

  "Shouldn't I do something?" I say. He pets my hair then says,

  "Do you have any dream jobs, princess? Anything you've always wanted to be”

  I think about my love of books and how perhaps I could make that into a job. Perhaps a store. I have no idea how to run a business and never went to school for it. It's why I have always worked for other people.

  "I'm okay,” I say and Ryan squeezes me a little. I think he knows I am lying but before I can actually explain what I want there is a knock on the door. We both jump and Ryan tells the person to hold on. We race to get our clothes back on and once we are looking as put together as possible, Ryan goes to open the door and I leave.

  There is a man at the door. A little smaller than Ryan and built more lean and skinnier than him. He has brown eyes and blonde hair. He is cute whereas Ryan is handsome. The man greets me and looks at Ryan and they both go into his office. Before Ryan closes the door he tells me we will talk later then shuts the door and I go back to work. At least I try, it's very distracting when all I have in my mind is that lovely mess that we made in his office.

  Chapter 6: Ryan

  I let Richard come into my office and thank God he's gay. It means he is one of the few people who work here that doesn't want to fuck my girl. This newfound possessiveness is shocking and I can't seem to control it but in my work full of control and calculation I don't seem to mind that I cannot control my impulses towards Alexa. I meant it when I said that I love my job and making money wasn't that hard. I love everything about cars. I love how they work, how they ride and the different shapes and sizes. I have quite a few in my garage.

  I have an Audi R8 in grey, a Ford GT 500 is dark red and a Lotus Evora GT in white just to name a few.

  My father and I had started to work on it just before he adopted me. It was a piece of crap, that could barely drive. Throughout high school we started to restore it piece by piece putting our sweat and blood and tears into it. My father and I bonded over that piece of junk and after we restored it to its former glory it made me realize what I wanted to do with my life.

  I could picture Alexa driving my baby. She would look great in it. The love of my life drives the most important machine in my life.

  Richard sits down and puts a bunch of folders on my desk. I sit down and try to forget Alexa for just a moment so I can pay attention to what Richard has to say.

  "So, any news on the replacement?” I say and grab the folders. There are three. Two men and one woman.

  "Yes, I found three that I think you will like. One of the men would have to fly in from Vermont so he wouldn't be a quick replacement but the rest live here." Richard says.

  Richard has always been my wingman. When I was in college taking engineering with a minor in business studies Richard was majoring in social studies and I thought he would be a great asset since he would be good with workers and I would be good with the big bosses and investors.

  I looked at the files in my hands. The first one is a man who is 24, just graduated, from Vermont like Richard said. Married. He was looking good as a candidate. I looked towards Richard for a reaction and he seemed blasé about him. Next was the woman. Late 30's. High School Diploma but no college education. She seemed pretty good except for the 3 jobs she was fired for. I looked at Richard again and he almost seemed to fidget in his seat.

  I look at the last candidate and Richard sits up straight in the chair. I am intrigued by this last person. 29, a college graduate in sociology, lives about 15 minutes from here. He lost his last job as an assistant in a law firm. I remember that name of the firm. I think they got bought out and a lot of people were laid off. So at least he wasn't fired.

  He says he is good at doing what he is told and is good with any kind of hours that are needed. There was a picture of him next to his name. He was handsome and I understand why Richard liked him. He was his type and although all this work was because I wanted to avoid office romance I thought I would give him this for all his hard work.

  I mean, this Nicholas looks like a competent man and I am pretty sure he will be a good worker.

  "He looks good, Richard. Bring him in '' I say and Richard beams at me and leaves with the three files. I hope I made the right decision. I don't believe it's unethical for the head of HR to be with an assistant of your boss but if it is he will just have to go through this all over again. I know what you are willing to do for someone so if this works out it will be okay. Even if I don't hire him, at least Richard will get to meet him. I don't even know if he likes men or not. I don't know if Richard even knows.

  Talk of romance in my head has brought me back to Alexa and I miss her. When Richard opened the door I was able to see her for a split second. She looked beautiful. All sweet and well fucked. Well, almost fucked. I hope that Nicholas guy works out because I need him to be so I can finally be with my Alexa. I need her like I need air and I am just about done waiting.

  Chapter 7: Alexa

  I got back to my apartment after work. It's 10 pm and I am exhausted. After my canoodle with Ryan, I went headfirst into my work so I could stop thinking of what it would be like to have Ryans big cock inside of me. I think I went a little overboard.

  I set my purse on the table and went to get a glass of water. I set the water down on the table when I heard a deep voice from behind me.

  "You really should have a better lock,”

  I screamed and grabbed the nearest object near me which was a vase with roses inside from my neighbour. When I turn around to throw it I see that it is Ryan in his delicious suit holding one of my favourite stuffed animals. A little pink dog with rainbow polka dots all over it.

  "What the fuck! What the hell are you doing here? You broke into my fucking apartment. You son of a..."

  I was yelling at him until he crossed the room and put his hands on my mouth and his other hand around my waist, which caused me to drop the vase and it shattered in a million pieces, water everywhere and the roses scattered.

  "Hush, princess. You don't want the neighbours running in here do you?" He whispered in my ear.

  I was slowly getting less and less angry even though I still wanted to be mad at him. Something about his voice just made me melt.

  He gave me my stuffed animal back and removed his hand from my mouth. Ryan smiled at me and lowered his head to mind and put his forehead to mine.

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p; "I can't wait to have you, Alexa," He said. Ryan brushed his fingers along my jaw. He started brushing his lips over mine and when he got to my ear he asked.

  "Who gave you those roses, princess?”

  "My neighbour,” I said, sinking into him.

  "Is this neighbour a man?" He said

  "Yeah? Why?" I asked, wondering why he would even bother caring, then I remembered what happened this afternoon and I backed up so I could look at him.

  "He's not my boyfriend, I don't really even know him." I rambled.

  Ryan inhaled and exhaled then bent down to clean up the mess. I can tell that he is jealous. It's cute. Ryan is always so in control it's nice to see him acting like this. Ryan keeps picking up the glass and cleaning up the water. Next were the roses. He picked them up and smelled them.

  "They're nice. Though I am willing to bet my entire company that he is going to ask you out next. Will you say yes?”

  I think perhaps about teasing him and saying maybe but knowing Ryan’s temper I hedge my bets that he will not like that joke.

  "No. I'm yours, Ryan. All yours" I say, and I mean it. We might not have known each other for a long time. and we are not technically able to be together, but I know what I want. I want him. With all my heart.

  Ryan moved to throw the roses into the trash and came back to me. I started to suddenly feel very sleepy. It had been a long day and all I knew wanted to do was go to bed. Except I really want Ryan to stay with me. I am tired of hiding. I want to make love to him and kiss him.

  “Ryan," I say to him. "Can you stay? I am just so tired but I don't want you to leave."

  "I would love to stay with you, Alexa,” he said. I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.

  As we enter the bedroom I go to my closet and take out my pajamas. I went to grab my white shirt and pants but stopped myself. I noticed my silk pj's. They were a tiny pink skinny strap shirt and little shorts with a pink fluffy belt. I grabbed them out and laid them on the bed and started to take off my shoes. Before I took them off fully Ryan grabbed my wrist.