Page 3 of Bred By Dad's Boss
“Las, tell me you got it,” I say quickly, not messing around with pleasantries when such an important matter is before me.
He chuckles at my rush. “Yes, my friend. I have it. But it will cost you. Rush job, you know.” I roll my eyes, knowing that he will find any excuse to charge a premium, especially for those he calls a friend. He moves the case to the display table, opening it slowly.
I move behind him, eager to see if his creation is worthy to be around Ivy’s delicate throat. I gasp when he sets the delicate choker on the black satin. Platinum in an intricate filigree design has been inlaid with striking ice blue aquamarines and perfect diamonds. The final touch is a camouflaged lock instead of a clasp at the back, to which I will have the only key. My cock gets hard thinking about Ivy wearing my gift.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Las,” I admit, clapping him on the back. “I knew it was the perfect piece, but your modification is just what I needed.” Laslo puts the choker back in the case, handing it to me carefully, like he would a child. I pull out my credit card and hand it to him. I wince when he tells me the total, but I’d buy a hundred of these for Ivy without batting an eye if that’s what she wanted.
Whistling as I walk out of the store to my car, I can’t help but feel a little burst of optimism. I have the perfect birthday gift for the perfect birthday girl. I’m conveniently ignoring the fact that she is only turning nineteen tomorrow. Now I just have to deal with the boyfriend and she’ll be mine.
I collect Midas from the sitter when I get home, prepared to take him out for a long walk to burn off my nervous excitement. My phone dings, a notification from my tracking app.Where are you, babygirl?I muse, wondering what she’s up to. I look up the address, immediately furious. “Fuck!” I seethe, walking quickly to my room to put on appropriate attire. Midas’s head cocking to the side at my angry curse. “Sorry boy, no walk tonight. Ivy isn’t where she’s supposed to be.”
I drive quickly to the restaurant on the other side of town, multiple scenarios playing through my head. Ivy, out on a date, unhappy. Ivy, out on a date, happy. Ivy, out on a date, unable to get away from a perverted fucker I’ll destroy with a smile on my face. The leather steering wheel creaks beneath my grip as I force myself to calm down and drive the speed limit.
When I arrive, a valet takes my car, but I pace in front of the restaurant, willing myself to breathe normally as I peek in the window, trying to see my Ivy. I see her in a darkened corner, but I can’t see who she’s with. Gritting my teeth, I head inside. I walk past the hostess, shooing her away as I move quickly through the crowded dining room toward my woman.
Angelic laughter cuts off as I tower over her, grabbing her upper arm and dragging her against my body, ready to drag her into the night. “M-Mister Slater?” she asks breathily, looking up into my eyes, her brows drawn together in confusion. “Wh-what are you doing here?” A nervous giggle from behind me makes my head turn, looking at the girls sitting at the table.
I release Ivy, stepping back slightly. “My apologies, ladies.” I bow slightly, a smile pasted on my lips, the one I use to putpeople at ease in the boardroom. “Ivy, might I have a moment in private?” I ask, holding an arm out to escort her to a quieter area.
“Um… Okay, I guess,” she stammers, still confused about what’s happening. I can feel the warmth of her silky hand even through my suit jacket and dress shirt, the heat shooting straight to my cock. “Wh-where are we going, Mr. Slater?” she asks quietly, trailing behind me as we weave through the crowd.
I nod at the floor manager, an old friend, before ducking behind a curtain into an empty private dining room. I pull a chair out for Ivy, making sure she’s comfortable before sitting across from her. “Now will you tell me why you’re here?” she asks, a hint of attitude in her words.
I chuckle, my hand itching to bend her over my lap and come down on her sexy cheeks to punish her for her bratty tone. “I…” I’ve never been so nervous, unsure of how to explain my presence. “I just had to know, Ivy.” I say, purposefully vague. I don’t want to scare her away with my obsession, not when she’s so close to being mine.
Ivy
Ilook across the table and see Mr. Slater’s hard eyes focused on mine and I’m unable to look away. “Had to know what, exactly?” I finally ask, afraid to put my desires into the universe. My leg is bouncing under the table, my nerves coming to the surface. “What do you want from me, Mr. Slater?”
A harsh sound escapes his mouth, his eyes searching mine. One side of his mouth quirks upward in a rueful smile. “I had to know who you were with,” he admits with a sigh. “I heard you tell that mailroom kid that you have a boyfriend, and I just had to know.” A gruff chuckle erupts, and he has the good grace to look bashful.
“H-how on earth did you hear that? I… you know what, never mind. I just said that to get him to stop asking me out every day. He’s really quite a creep.” I stop talking, realizing I’m sharing more than I should to a man I’ve lusted over but don’t really know.
“He won’t be bothering you again. I’ll keep you safe,” he says, his eyes lowering to the table, watching me pick at my nails. “I guess that brings us to your other question. What do I want from you?” He looks back at me, lust burning in his eyes. “I wantyou, Ivy,” he growls, his hand moving to cover mine. I gasp, his touchshooting straight to my clit, my thighs rubbing together on their own.
“I-I don’t understand,” I say, looking at him. “Wh-what do you mean you want me, Mr. Slater?” He stands up, walking over to me, and kneeling beside my chair.
“I meant exactly what I said, Ivy. I want you. The moment I met you at family day, I knew I had to find a way to make you mine. I’ve watched you for months, parading around the office in your tight little skirts when you bring your father’s lunch, imagining you’re wearing them for me.” I blush, looking away from him.
His fingers grip my chin firmly, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Does it turn you on knowing that I lock myself in my office, fisting my cock until I spray my release everywhere, moaning your name loudly?” My eyes widen, his words heating my core, making me want him inside of me.
“Y-yes. I… I think about you, too,” I admit, his confession leaving me tingling, wondering what he imagines us doing.
“Do you imagine me fucking you, Ivy? Ramming my thick cock deep into your tight pussy? Do you touch yourself wishing it was me instead of a toy inside of you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, blushing. “B-but…” I stammer, thrilled that he wants me, but not trusting that it’s anything but lust. “I’ve never done anything like that…”
“What are you saying, Ivy? Tell me,” he commands, his voice barely above a gravelly whisper.
“I’m well, I’m a virgin,” I say reluctantly, knowing that he’ll tell me to forget the whole thing.
His fingers tighten on my chin, holding me where he wants me as his lips descend on mine. “Oh, babygirl, that makes me so happy,” he mutters against my lips, his tongue darting out to lick at the seam. I open them on a gasp. “I need a taste of you, Ivy,”he confesses. “Just a little taste,” he whispers quietly, like he’s trying to restrain himself.
“W-what?” I stammer, looking around the room we’re in. It’s private, but someone could walk in at any time.
“Just a quick little taste,” he says quietly, like he’s trying to convince himself that’s all he needs, his hands bringing my dress up to my hips before pulling my knees apart. He moves between my open thighs, cursing under his breath as he moves my panties to the side, exposing my dripping pussy to his eyes. “Has anyone touched you here, Ivy?” he asks reverently, bringing his finger to my clit.
“No,” I whisper. “No one.” I moan as his fingers brush gently over my folds, his thumb circling my clit slowly. He speeds up, making me moan, before circling it again lazily. When my orgasm is about to flood his hand, he presses his thumb inside of me and quickly retreats, pulling my dress back down over my legs and stands, returning to his side of the table, sucking his thumb into his mouth with a loud, satisfied groan.
