Page 15 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

Iris

We showered and changed into loungewear before heading to the kitchen. For a man who didn’t cook, he was surprisingly well-stocked. I went with a Chinese chicken noodle broth and a whole sea bass drenched in aromatic chillies, garlic, and ginger oil. There were enough vegetables to throw together a quick stir-fry too.

He helped prep the fish and vegetables, but as he relaxed, he told me about the whorehound’s visit. I empathised—outwardly—while joy and vindictive pleasure bloomed in my chest.

Good job, Daddy.

I gasped when he told me about the condom pin-pricking. So that’s where he got the idea to ‘baby trap’ me. Ironically, it would be her undoing.

“Mmm. This is so delicious,”

he said, poking at the fish with his chopsticks.

“If you ever give up business law, you could come work for me as my private chef.”

“What do I get in return?”

I asked, adding some vegetables to my broth.

“Endless hours of pussy worship.”

“You’re shameless.”

“Let’s see if you say that when my face is buried in your cunt.”

I loved cooking, but to watch him enjoy my food with such enthusiasm was strangely heartwarming. Then again, after trying to eat meals with Satan’s arse wart, anything would be a pleasant change for him.

“You've only got one child together?”

I asked casually.

“Yes, she never wanted any more, and I didn't want to deal with the headache of her complaining,”

he said, breaking up some more fish.

“Where did you learn to use chopsticks? You're pretty good.”

“I’m not a complete heathen,”

he said, rolling his eyes.

“Will you get into trouble for being with me if you haven’t got a divorce?”

He paused and looked at me.

The chopsticks lowered.

“No one. And I mean no one, will ever tell me what I can or can’t do with you,”

he said, voice low and dangerous. “Ever.”

I almost choked on my broth.

Hot. Damn.

Calm down, Daddy.

***

I lay on his chest as we watched the movie. We had a blanket over us, and I sat between his legs. It started well, and I think he tried to restrain himself, but when his hands began to massage my breasts, I knew we wouldn't see the end of the movie.

“That’s not where it hurts, Daddy,”

I said, pushing his hand toward my waistband.

“Oh, is it your belly?”

he asked, acting confused but beginning to rub my stomach.

“A bit lower. In my special place,”

I said, trying not to laugh.

“Ah, I have some special cream that will fix you right up,”

he said, slipping his hand down my pants.

“God, still no knickers. You need to come with a fucking warning label.”

I cracked up laughing, and the next moment I was flat on my back with him looming over me.

“You tried to trick me into feeding me and putting a movie on so I’d forget your punishment. Your tight little arse is getting plugged tonight.”

“Oh, no. Not the ass plug,”

I said flatly.

“Someone save me.”

“You won't be sassy when it’s my cock in your arse.”

“This is true. I really won't be able to sit in my chair at work,”

I said, considering the logistics.

Tiny ass. Big cock.

He switched the television off and pulled me up from the couch.

“Come on. Let me introduce your arse’s best friend—lube,”

he said with a chuckle.

Oh boy.

***

“Baby, this won't work if you keep clenching your arse shut,”

he said, gently rubbing my lower back.

“Why don't you show me it in yours first so I know it doesn't hurt?”

“You know that’s never happening, right?”

“It depends on whether you're a heavy sleeper or not,”

I mumbled against the pillow.

He slapped my ass—hard.

“Ow! What was that for?”

I hissed, rubbing the stinging flesh.

“Sass,”

he said simply.

“Now relax.”

It was a tiny rubber plug—probably no larger than his finger. I could do this.

“That’s it, baby. Let me in,”

he groaned, voice thick with lust.

I clenched the pillows, biting my lip as I felt it slide in.

The things I did for revenge.

The whorehound was never getting him back.

***

When I woke up to darkness but too much heat, I tried to pull away, only to find Daddy’s limbs flung over me. I pushed the covers off, sighing as cool air hit my body. Only then did I inspect the naked older man clinging to me in his sleep.

His body was firm, toned, muscles defined. I didn’t feel crowded by him, but safe beside him. I traced my fingers over his back, down to his firm ass cheeks. The memory of watching his ass move in the mirror made me smile.

Daddy knew how to fuck.

It wasn’t long before I was massaging his balls and tugging at his cock like a spoiled brat.

He woke up with a groan and pulled me beneath him.

“My greedy little girl still has a hungry little cunt,”

he murmured, kissing my neck.

I said nothing and spread my legs wide, feeling his heavy cock rub against my pussy.

Taking advantage of my last night in his apartment.

His cock nudged at my entrance, heavy and unhurried. I tilted my hips, silently begging for more, and he slid in with a low groan, inch by thick inch. The stretch made me gasp. It didn’t matter how many times we’d fucked—my cunt still struggled to take him without protest.

“There she is,”

he rasped against my throat.

“My perfect little hole. Always so tight for me in the morning.”

I dug my nails into his shoulders as he bottomed out. My breath caught when I felt him press deep—so deep I swore I could feel him in my belly. My legs locked around his waist.

“God,”

I whispered, “you’re so deep, Daddy.”

“That’s right, baby,”

he murmured, still buried inside me.

“That’s where my cock belongs. In your belly, stretching you open, keeping you full.”

He pulled out just enough to make me whimper before sliding back in just as slow.

“I want you to remember this when you’re unpacking boxes later,”

he growled.

“Want you leaking my come all over your new place. First load on your sheets. Second on that new rug. Third in your fucking mouth if you keep looking at me like that.”

His hips rolled and rocked, making me feel every ridge of his cock dragging along my walls. I arched my back, moaning when he reached the sweet spot inside me, hitting it perfectly over and over.

“You feel that?”

he breathed.

“That’s Daddy’s cock rearranging your insides. Making sure no one ever fits inside you like I do.”

I clung to him, panting as my orgasm built slow and steady, curling tight in my gut.

“Beg for it,”

he said, voice thick with lust.

“Beg me to breed this tight little cunt again.”

“Please,”

I moaned.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck a baby into me. Breed me. Fill me up—don’t stop, don’t pull out—just come deep.”

He growled low in his throat and drove into me harder, staying deep.

“I’ll give you everything, baby. Fuck you stupid and full before you even hang your clothes in that new closet.”

I shattered beneath him, crying out as I came hard around his cock, pulsing, twitching, holding him inside me as his thrusts stuttered.

He came with a groan, thick and deep. I felt it. Every drop.

And I didn’t want to move. Not yet.

I wasn’t sure who was seducing whom anymore.

But if my revised plan worked out—

Daddy was mine for good.