Page 3 of Bred By Dad’s Boss (Bred By A Daddy)

Darius

I hate myself for running away like a little bitch.

But the temptation of Ivy’s sexy ass covered in minuscule black silk was too much for me to resist and I’ll be damned if I take her for the first time in the hallway where anyone could see what’s mine.

I dive into my office, barely taking the time to yell at my secretary that I’m not to be disturbed and lock the door behind me, before I’m unzipping my pants and dropping into my chair, firmly stroking my already rock hard cock to thoughts of my sweet Ivy.

My hips pump up, driving my cock into my fist, imagining it’s Ivy’s tight, wet pussy strangling my length, my ragged breath groaning out her name.

“Fuck. Fuck, yes, babygirl. I’m coming,” I pant, moving my hand up and down my pulsing shaft.

“Ivy,” I sigh as I feel my hot cum tightening in my balls, the tingling at the base of my spine signaling my fast-approaching orgasm.

"Mmm, I’m so close, babygirl," I moan, my hand tightening, hips pumping.

"Ivy," I sigh as I feel my hot cum explode from my tip, landing on my shirt and hand. "Fuck."

Grabbing a tissue, I wipe the evidence of my fantasy away quickly, flushing it down the toilet in my private bathroom.

Returning to my desk, hoping I can actually focus and get something accomplished today, I curse when my hand smears a large droplet of cum over a report I’d been working on earlier.

My fascination with Ivy has quickly transformed into an obsession. I’ve spent hours learning everything I can about my woman. It’s not an invasion of privacy; she’s mine and I want to be prepared to give her what she needs before she knows she needs it.

Luckily, I’m a powerful bastard and very few people have the balls to go against me when I want something.

Ivy’s doctor was hesitant to share her medical history with me, but agreed that it was in the best interest of his career to do so anonymously.

The pharmacist where she fills her prescriptions flat out refused to change her birth control pills to a placebo, despite my threats.

So, she was transferred to a different pharmacy. And a different country.

Ivy doesn’t know it yet, but she will be mine.

And one day soon, she will grow round with my child.

My cock twitches, growing hard behind my zipper thinking of a pregnant Ivy.

Her pert breasts will grow heavy, hanging in front of my mouth, begging for attention as her pussy grinds down on my cock while she rides me.

Setting those thoughts aside, I open the security feed on one of my monitors, looking for my woman, wondering if she’s still in her father’s office. Watching her is an indulgence I’ve allowed myself under the pretense of keeping her safe, and the promise that she’ll never be aware of my presence.

I scan the different camera angles until I see her in the hallway, some kid from the mailroom standing in front of her.

When his hand reaches out to touch her shoulder, I bolt up, moving quickly through my door, determined to set the kid straight.

When I reach the hallway they were last in, it’s completely empty.

Cursing under my breath, I go back to my office and slam the door, yelling at anyone who dares to interrupt me for the rest of the day.

When I finally walk through the front door of my penthouse, the oppressive silence that I’m used to greets me, souring my mood instantly.

I don’t want silence anymore. I want her here.

I need her here, breathing life into my dull existence.

After family day, I adopted a dog, hoping that another living creature in my life would alleviate some of the desperation I feel for Ivy.

Instead it just complicated things, forcing me to find someone to take care of him while I’m at work.

Angrily tugging my tie as I walk down the hallway, I toss it over a chair on the way to the bathroom, ripping off my shirt, sending buttons flying.

I turn the water as hot as it will go, waiting to step in until steam is billowing through the bathroom.

While I wait, I strip my pants off, finally allowing my aching cock some room to breathe.

A vision of Ivy joining me in the shower has me fisting my cock again, desperate for relief.

I thrust a few times, groaning at the image of Ivy against the tiled wall of the shower, her thighs spread, pussy dripping, waiting for my cock.

A moan escapes as my hand grips my length harder, imagining her tight channel clenching around me as I thrust in slowly.

After only a few thrusts, my release sprays the shower wall.

Granted momentary relief, I finish my shower quickly, needing to see her.

Dressing quickly, I check the app on my phone to see where Ivy is.

Walking next door to get my boy from his dog-sitter, I know my anxiety will grow, like it always does, until I’m near Ivy, keeping her safe under my watch.

"Come on, boy, let's go for a walk." I grab the leash and try to attach it to the collar while Midas jumps up and down excitedly, ready to drag me down the street to Ivy’s, already knowing the way.