Page 9 of Tutor Daddy (Yes, Daddy #54)

ADDISON

P atience is not one of my virtues. My virginity is probably the only virtue I have left, and I'm desperate to throw it at Aidan. I can barely stand how handsome he is or the sexual vibrations emanating from his body.

I NEED HIM TO FUCK ME.

No.

I'm being dramatic again. I just want him to, and knowing that he wants to and is not actively hounding me for my pussy is driving me crazy.

My nipples are hard just thinking about the first moments he caressed them with his lips.

The way he owns my orgasm ignites replays of our time in the jacuzzi at the gym.

I imagine people watching us, and it only turns me on more. I want people to see him want me. I want people to know he belongs to me and I to him.

"You're going to have to pay attention, Addison." Aidan's voice cuts into my thoughts, drawing my gaze to his sparkling blue eyes.

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper.

He groans and pushes out a deep exhale through his nose.

"That's certainly a start. I knew you could pay attention to the details.

I like to fuck rough, Addison. It's like a switch, a need to conquer, dominate.

I will take my time preparing you with foreplay, but the actual act, I don't want to hurt you.

You're going to have to be vocal as we find our rhythm together. Okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Now, how about you tell me about your weekend?"

"I had a very intense reaction because I started by searching for the movie we watched. I didn't find it, but ended up down a rabbit hole. Research told me I could heighten my pleasure in a few different ways."

"That's interesting. By doing what?" he asks. "Show me."

I lean back, propping my feet on the edge of the table, with my knees in front of my shoulders and my legs spread wide, giving him the perfect view. I slide my shorts to the side and watch Aidan's facial expressions change.

At first, he's focusing on my fingers sliding between my folds, and then his head tilts to the side. His eyes widen, and so does his grin.

"Is that a butt plug, little girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," I tell him while sliding two fingers inside of my pussy to stroke myself. Slowly at first, and as my orgasm climbs, Aidan grabs my hand to stop me.

"No. You don't get to finish," he says, the corner of his mouth turning up. "You'll orgasm after we hit these books, or else we'll never get to them."

Disappointment washes over me as I puff and pout my lips. "Was that the sex talk?"

"The beginning of it, but that plug in your ass tells me I can condense my caveats. You really are ready to just get rid of your virginity."

"Yes, I am." I push his hand away to stand and head over to the table where a shit ton of work awaits. He's not wrong about that. We'd never get to this if he let me seduce him into fucking me on his coffee table.

He takes a few steps around the table as I spread out a few pages I’ve printed. I tell him, "These are the tasks I've outlined that need to be performed. This pile is the original CPA's findings, and this pile is the original auditor's reports."

Aidan nods. "Very good. What's the first step?"

"We have to determine the purpose of the audit while ensuring we understand the client's business.

" My light brown brows knit together as I slide pages around into a pile.

Something stands out to me, and I tell him, "Professor Tamson already gave me the purpose and industry profile.

So I guess we'd have to identify the internal controls of the company and areas of potential fraud and risk. "

"What industry is this company in, and where would you start to look for fraud?"

"This is a car dealership, which is mostly financing? So fraud can be in the banking documents customers provide?" I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to correct me.

"Now you're asking actual questions?" He chuckles. "Think about selling your textbooks. Treat the dealership the same way. Some you buy new, some you buy used, some you pay cash, some you have to use financial aid or loans to cover. Right?"

"Yes. As the seller of the textbook, the question I need to answer is how do I get more money for the inventory I have or don't have?"

"Bingo. At the end of the day, businesses want to make money without spending too much money. There are incentives that encourage car dealerships to pocket as much money as possible, which is why most salesmen are on commission and not salary-based."

"We should definitely identify discrepancies in payroll, inventory, and cash flows."

Aidan grins, nods slightly, and moves closer to me. His scent is alluring and makes me want to lick him all over again. I'm anxious to feel any piece of him touching me, bringing me to one climax after the next.

"You're on the right track. What should you be doing now?" he asks.

"I should be recording my concerns to develop an audit plan that identifies the method and procedures I'm going to use to investigate this company and its financial records."

"Good girl. That's correct."

A soft exhale and a smile spread across my face. "Anywhere I want, remember?"

He nods slowly. "You may touch me anywhere you want, and if I get hard, you get easy."

"Strip, Daddy."

Aidan pulls his shirt off and lets his pants fall to the ground.

A part of me wants the porno playing in the background again, but if he doesn't get hard, we have to get back to work.

I take a step back, eyeing him from head to toe like a JENGA tower, wondering where my touch on his body will make him crash.

I take a step closer and reach for the bottom of his boxers, but when I look in his eyes, Aidan almost looks disappointed.

"These are your rules, little girl. This is your game. I don't think it's going to be as easy as you think it is."

He's right, and I’m second-guessing what I can do. If I go straight for the shaft, he's expecting that and won't react at all. Or will he?

"Did we agree on a time limit for touching, or type of touch?" I ask him.

"We did not, but I love how much you're paying attention to the details. You have fifteen seconds," he says.

"I only get fifteen seconds to get you hard and ready to go? That's impossible."

"It's my body, little girl. This is why conversations and assignments are key to us enjoying sex together. Just so you know, there is absolutely something you can do in fifteen seconds that will get me hard, and the only hint I'll give you is it has nothing to do with my cock."

He assures me of his words by taking my hand and forcefully putting it inside his boxers. I wrap my fingers around his flaccid manhood. It's soft but thick. My heart races as I squeeze it and begin to stroke it, but nothing happens.

Aidan raises an eyebrow as I continue to move my hand up and down. There's not even a flinch of an erection.

"Time's up, little girl," he says and pulls my hand away.

"Fuck." I shift my attention back to the pages on the table. "I've already separated the financial documents from every department I want to verify. I'd like to start with payroll and see where that trail takes me."

"Okay. Why payroll?"

"People are always people," I tell him. "If there's fraud, someone's typically getting paid a ridiculous amount of money, or in some cases, they are employees who don't exist at all."

He narrows his gaze on the documents. "What kind of fraud do you suspect is involved when an employee doesn't exist?"

"The business can inflate their expenses to reduce their taxable income?"

"Are you asking me?"

I nod and chuckle. "No. I'm telling you that businesses will file paperwork to reduce their tax liability.

I feel like once we go through Human Resources, we'll have different options to trace other possibilities for fraud.

Then we can either confirm or deviate from the original auditor and CPA's reports. "

"Very good. You have a decent grasp of the material. Why are you struggling to pass this class?"

"Life, bills, school, virginity…" I giggle.

"Seriously, Addison. What's happening to make you fall behind?"

"I get overwhelmed very easily. I overthink everything, and when I got into Professor Tamson's course, the first assignment was on par with my expectations. They got progressively harder to the point I questioned my decision to pursue my Master's degree."

"That's normal," he says as concern ripples across his thick eyebrows.

"Yeah, but when I spiraled down that train wreck of thought, I stopped paying attention in class.

I gave up and stopped going. I didn't want to reach out until Professor Tamson cornered me at my faculty adviser's office.

I explained it all to her, and she offered me several solutions, including coming to you. "

"Coming to me, huh?" He smirks.

A prickly sensation swarms my cheeks as my words settle over the sexual tension between us. My chest rises and falls with anticipation. He glances down at my cleavage in the low-cut tank, reminding me that I'm owed.

"I answered more than one of your questions correctly, Daddy. You owe me my touch," I tease him. As the memories from our first meeting push through my mind, so do the memories from our moment in the hot tub. I know how to get him hard.

"You're right." He grins. "I'll give you a minute to touch me wherever you want."

"I need you to lie down for this."

He leads me by the hand into his bedroom, softly lit in amber hues.

There are two black armchairs in front of a copper accent wall.

The gray carpet is soft under my feet. Aidan's bed is simple, with squared black wooden posts on each corner.

He moves his pillows aside to reveal two slim rectangular bars that separate the padded headboard from the mattress. They're perfect to be tied to.

Aidan lies across the bed and waits for me as I follow him. I'm about to straddle his lap, but slip my shorts off for him to see my pussy. It's already wet, and I remember what he likes.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, Daddy."

Aidan bites his lower lip before I lower myself above his face, gripping the bars to hold myself steady. The second I'm within his tongue's reach, Aidan loses control. He grips my thighs from under me to pull me closer. His lips and tongue collide against my pussy with passion and desire.

I cry out with my first orgasm, and now I don't have to be quiet. He eats me until my legs shake. I can barely take it anymore as he grips me harder to grind against his face. Then I feel him moving. Everything happens so fast as Aidan rises to his feet with his face still between my legs.

My hand reaches up and grazes the ceiling.

"Holy shit," I pant.

I have to grip his hair like I'm riding a bucking bronco at the rodeo. He spins me and places me on the bed, but continues to assault my pussy with spectacular motions and moans that vibrate against the butt plug.

When he pulls his glistening mouth away from me, I can see his full erection and a darkness in his eyes.

"You're hard, Daddy."

"You're mine, Addy."