Page 8 of Bred By Dad’s Boss (Bred By A Daddy)

Ivy

I ’ve never had such a powerful orgasm. My whole body feels drained and relaxed, unable to move on its own.

Darius licked me clean, moaning appreciatively, before bringing a towel from his bathroom and wiping me carefully.

Returning, he reaches for me, helping me sit up, and pulling me with him, carrying me over to a leather couch I hadn’t noticed earlier.

Sitting down, Darius cuddles me on his lap, demonstrating a gentleness I didn’t expect from what I’ve learned is a dominant man.

He brushes my hair over my shoulder, his lips trailing over my fevered skin.

Sensing my hesitation, he moves his mouth to my ear.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” I shiver, unable to contain his affect on me.

“I was just wondering…” I start, feeling self-conscious. “Why did you stop?”

“Ah, you thought I’d fuck you.” He tsks, his head moving gently from side to side, his beard tickling me, making me chuckle.

“No, you’re too precious, babygirl. Your first time will not be rushed on a hard desk in a building full of people who might hear your pleasure.

Your first time will be surrounded by luxury, where I have ample space and time to worship you as you deserve. ”

I lean forward, bringing my lips to his, unwilling to go without his touch any longer than necessary. His tongue flicks against my bottom lip, tempting me to open for him. He explores my mouth fully, his hands massaging my body, invading my senses.

Bringing his head up, Darius looks at me, a smile on his full lips. He leans forward silently, grabbing something off of the coffee table in front of the couch, setting it gently on my lap. I look down, gasping at the silver wrapping paper and blue bow wrapped around a long, narrow box.

“Happy Birthday, babygirl,” he says, his charming megawatt smile blinding me into stupidity. Breathe, Ivy. Breathe.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say breathlessly, carefully tearing the beautiful paper.

When I set the paper beside Darius on the couch, he takes the box from me, his arms wrapping around me to open it in front of me.

“Darius!” I exclaim as the top opens to reveal a stunning necklace.

“I- I can’t accept this! It’s too much,” I argue, trying to get off of his lap.

Darius lets me stand and I move to the other side of his office, my fingernail finding its way to my mouth in my nervousness.

I feel him at my back a moment later, his arm around my waist, his chest at my back.

“Yes, you can. Take Daddy’s gifts, babygirl.

Daddy loves spoiling you, it’s part of being mine.

This choker was made specifically for you.

Once closed, it will lock. I hold the only key. ”

I turn to look at him, my hands toying with the fine hair at the nape of his neck.

“I-I do. I want to be yours.” His smile transforms his stern face, making him look younger.

His hands bring the choker around my neck, clicking the lock into place, the cold metal warming quickly against my flushed skin.

His mouth descends on mine quickly, his kiss deep and desperate.

A knock on his door startles us apart, ripping a growl from his throat.

“Stay here,” he commands, moving me to the couch, where I’ll be out of sight when the door is opened.

Striding angrily to the door, he opens it only far enough to growl at his assistant.

“I said I wasn’t to be disturbed, Patti.

This,” he punctuates gruffly, “is most assuredly, a disturbance.” I can hear her muttering an apology.

“Well, you’ve already disturbed me. What do you need?

” he asks, his tone offering no leniency.

She mumbles something I can’t hear before the door is slammed in her face and Darius storms back to the couch, cursing under his breath.

“I’m sorry, babygirl,” he sighs, pulling me into a firm hug.

“I have to go put out a fire. I need to see you tonight. I will pick you up at seven. Not a moment later. Pack what you’ll need overnight.

” I nod, moving to pull my dress on quickly, forgetting about my panties that I’d kicked off earlier.

“Thank you, Mr. Slater,” I say as I walk out of his office, to the elevator.

I make my way to the parking garage, driving home with a smile on my face, dancing along with the music in my seat.

When I arrive home, I get ready to jump in the shower, stripping once again.

When my fingers brush the choker, I realize that I never asked what I was supposed to do when I got in the water.

Grabbing my phone, my heart sinks when I remember that Darius and I never exchanged numbers.

Dad comes home and we eat a quick dinner together before he moves to his chair in the living room.

Happy birthday, me . “Dad, I’m going out with a…

friend tonight,” I prevaricate. “I may end up crashing with them if it gets too late,” I call, hoping he can’t hear me over the television.

I receive a grunt in response, so I take that as agreement that I can do whatever I want.

Rushing down the stairs a few minutes before seven, I kiss Pudge between the ears, promising that I’ll be back soon.

My neighbor is going to pop in to take care of her, as she usually does when I’m busy, so I know she won’t be on her own too long.

Closing the front door behind me, I see a sleek black SUV pulling up in my driveway.

Darius emerges, taking my bag and greeting me with a quick kiss.

He takes my arm, leading me to the passenger door, opening it and helping me settle in before stowing my bag in the back and getting in the driver’s seat.

“You look good enough to eat, babygirl,” he says, a devious grin lighting his face.

He drives with one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on my thigh, slowly moving closer to my pussy.

His thumb rubs gentle circles on my clit through my silk panties.

He smirks when I gasp, moving my hips toward his hand, silently begging him for more pressure.

“Soon,” is all he says in response, keeping his touch light.

He stops at the entrance to a parking garage, entering a code, the gate rising slowly before Darius drives in, pulling into a space marked “penthouse.” I look at him, raising an eyebrow in question.

The penthouse? Of course he lives in the penthouse.

He comes around and helps me out of the vehicle, carrying my bag over one shoulder, holding my hand with his free one.

“Let’s go home, babygirl,” he says, pulling me into him as we ride the elevator up.

When the door opens, I’m shocked. The penthouse is a brilliant mix of rustic and modern.

Scuffed barnwood floors and comfortable leather furniture blend with a shimmery crystal chandelier and metal and glass coffee and end tables.

The kitchen is a chef’s dream, completely modern, but a sturdy wooden island with leather stools keeps it humble with rustic charm.

I don’t even notice Darius behind me until his lips tease my shoulder.

“I hope your silence means you like it here,” he mutters, nibbling lightly.

“There’s one room in particular that I’d like to show you,” he says, turning me toward him.

“Are you ready to belong to me fully, Ivy?” I nod, looking into his eyes. “I need to hear the words, babygirl.”

“Yes, Darius. I’m ready to be yours. Please, take me to bed.” he sweeps me into his arms, carrying me up a floating metal staircase. Walking down a wide hallway, he points out rooms as we pass them.

"That's a guest room. That's my home office, you know, boring stuff," he grins. "This is currently another guest room, but soon it will be the nursery." He sounds confident when he says this, looking down at me hungrily.

"D-did you say n-nursery?" I stammer, sure that I misheard him. Surely he doesn't want… with me… so soon? He doesn't answer, just grins and continues with the tour.

"This is a bonus room, like a media room, and this," he says, pushing against a beautiful wooden door with his back, "is our room."

"Our room?" I question, beginning to feel like a broken record. "You act as if I've already agreed to move in," I say, feeling overwhelmed. He sets me on the edge of the bed gently, stepping back.

"Ivy, you've agreed to be mine. I'd never allow you to live apart from me. You've been mine from the moment I saw you at family day, it's just official now."

"But I have responsibilities, friends, a life. You can't just decide I'm going to drop all of those and be at your beck and call, Darius."

His eyes flare as he stalks toward me. Kneeling in front of me, he brings my face close to his.

"Understand me, Ivy. You. Are. Mine. Anything you desire will be yours.

Fulfill your obligations, spend time with your friends, live your life.

But come home to let me worship you all night.

You don't yet understand the depth of my obsession, my devotion to you, but you will. "