Page 7 of Bred By Dad's Boss
“Ivy…” I start, stunned when she whips back around, her finger poking my chest.
“And another thing, you arrogant jerk. How dare you make me yours before telling me the truth? I don’t know how I’m supposed to care about someone who would treat me this way.” She dashes a finger under her eyes, wiping the tears on her dress, her arms coming around herself to offer a little comfort.
“I’m sorry, Ivy. You’re right. There is no excuse. But, will you please come home so we can talk about this? There’s a lot I need to explain.” I’m panicking internally, hoping, praying to anything listening that she’ll come back upstairs and let me make this up to her.
“Not tonight, Darius. I need space. We’ll talk soon, when I can look at you without wanting to smack the handsome off your face. Which, by the way, would take alotof smacking.” Sheturns, walking down the stairs at a normal pace, while I watch her disappear, cursing myself for my arrogance.
Ivy
Icall a car, laughing when the same driver from last night pulls to a stop beside me. “Hello again, little lady,” he calls through the window. I wave, settling into the back seat as he takes off through the city. The whole way home, I think back on my relationship with Darius, if it could even be considered a relationship. Really, everything had happened in the last forty-eight hours; unspoken mutual lust couldn’t really be counted as time together, right?
I stumble up the front steps, blindly reaching for the door, trying to make my way to my bed as quickly and quietly as possible, wanting to avoid any interaction with my dad. Pudge is lying on my bed when I walk into my room, rolling over for a belly rub when I get closer to her. I scratch her for a minute, blowing a raspberry on her furry belly before going to take a hot shower, desperate to remove any traces of Mr. Slater from my body.
Lying in bed, skin pink from the heat of my shower, I feel a dull ache between my legs, proof of my time with Darius.Mr. Slater, I remind myself.He isn’t Darius. He’s dad’s boss. Nothing more.Pudge moves up to lay on me, licking my cheek for attention. I pet her as I contemplate my next steps.
I can storm into his office tomorrow, demanding the key to unlock the choker that tells the world I’m his. My anger is really advocating for that option. Or, I can forgive him, reminding myself that he made a mistake. His desire for me overruled his common sense and his actions were misguided, but he did it to be in a position to give me everything I’ve ever wanted. And he did come clean, which couldn’t have been easy for him. My heart wants forgiveness to win, allowing him to keep us.
Pudge jumps off the bed, searching for her bone, so I grab the blanket, my hands skimming my belly as I pull it up over me. “Oh my god!” I shriek as quietly as possible.I could be pregnant.Fuming again, I grab my phone, planning to call Sirena. A message notification from an unknown number distracts me. Opening it, I see it’s Darius. Reading through it, tears spring to my eyes and my decision is made.
The weekend was agonizingly long, just me and my thoughts. I took Pudge for more walks than usual, trying to exhaust my brain. It didn’t work, so I kept trying. Monday morning I woke up early, taking my time to get ready. When I arrive at the office, I go straight toward Darius’s door, rather than my father’s, desperate to talk to him.
Patti steps into my path as I turn toward his door. “I’m sorry, Miss, but you can’t go in there. He’s in a meeting. Would you like to leave a message?”
“I realize you have a job to do, ma’am,” I say, trying to keep my tone civil, but I can’t control my frustration, my volume rising. “But, I have something important to talk to Mr. Slater about. Please tell him that I’m here and need to speak with him immediately.” She shakes her head.
Before she can speak, I dart around her, faking left, opening and disappearing through the door, her sputtering calls following me as I skid to a halt, looking around the office, four sets of eyes trained on me. “I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Slater.She refused to leave and then she ran past me. I’ll just go call security.”
A vicious growl echoes throughout the room as Darius stands up swiftly. “That won’t be necessary, Patti. Ivy is always welcome, no appointment necessary. Everyone out. I’ll reschedule this meeting for a later date.” He looks directly at me, unblinking, as he waits for the others to follow his command. “Out!” he roars when they’re not moving quick enough for him. “Patti,” he says quietly. “No interruptions.”
I don’t hear her response as I rush toward him, jumping up, my legs circling his waist as his arms come up under my ass to support my weight. “I’m still mad at you, Daddy,” I say, peppering his face with kisses. “But I…” I breathe deeply, finally ready to admit the truth. “I love you, too.”
He carries me to the couch, sitting down, bringing me down to straddle his lap. “God, I’ve missed you, babygirl. I promise to spend my life making it up to you.” I chuckle, going quiet at the intense look in his eyes. “I need you now,” he growls, cupping my face, pulling my lips down to his. Our tongues tangle, a primitive need getting stronger. One hand trails up my leg, his thick fingers touching my inner thigh, making me shiver. His other hand pulls my skirt up to my waist before slipping under the lacy fabric of my thong, running along my folds, collecting my arousal.
“Who are you wearing these for?” The possessive growl startles me, my eyes opening quickly, searching his. There is a flare of anger before he’s able to control his emotions. “Answer me, babygirl. Who did you wear these for? I need a name.” I just shake my head.
“You. I wore them for you, Daddy.” I gasp, when he rips them in one motion, bringing them up to his nose, inhaling deeply before he slips them in his jacket pocket.
“Then you won’t mind me keeping them,” he grins.
“Mr. Sl-Daddy!” I cry.
“That’s better, babygirl. Daddy needs a reminder of your sweet pussy while he’s working later. Now, unzip my pants, fist my cock, bring it to your tight little pussy and ride me.” I do as he instructs, My fist doesn’t fit around his hard length, but I’m determined to please him, so I use both, working him until he’s panting, begging me to mount him. When I finally relent, positioning his tip at my dripping entrance, sinking down slowly, his eyes close and he throws his head back on a harsh groan.
His hands move to my hips, helping me establish a rhythm that drives us both to the edge quickly. I lean forward, biting his shoulder as my orgasm builds. “Fuck, babygirl, yes!” he pants, his hips thrusting up to meet me. “Fuck, ride it. Impale yourself on my cock little girl.” I sink down, rocking my hips, enjoying the painful lust that dances across his face. Relenting, I rise once more, circle my hips, and sink down, clenching around him as my orgasm detonates.
“I love you, Ivy,” he yells as he explodes inside of me, his hot release coating my walls, his cock pulsing with wave after wave. We stay locked together for a while, cuddling on the couch. I finally gather the courage to look at him.
“I love you, Daddy. But, you hurt me. And we need to talk about it. Just not here. Tonight. Our house.” I whisper the last part, hoping he hasn’t changed his mind.
“Fuck, I thought I’d lost you. Tonight we’ll talk as much as you want. If I need to call into work tomorrow because we’re still talking, I’ll do it. Text me when you’re ready and I’ll come get you.”
“How about, give me your key, and I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get home,” I joke.
He stands us up, his spent but still impressive cock hanging through his zipper, and walks to his desk, retrieving somethingfrom a drawer. I smooth down my dress as he walks back to me, placing a small, silver key in my hand. “This has been yours since family day. I’ll see you at home, babygirl.”
I nod, leaning up to kiss him. “I’ll see you at home, Darius.” I walk toward my dad’s office, dropping his lunch off and making an excuse to leave. I walk down the hall quickly, worried that Jimmy will catch me on my way out.
The mail cart heads down the hallway toward me, a hunched figure pushing it. I move to the other side of the hall, giving him a wide berth, not wanting to deal with his lechery today. As he gets closer, I see that it’s an older gentleman, not Jimmy, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I leave, heading home to pack enough for a couple of days, call my neighbor to arrange for her to watch Pudge while I’m gone, and head over to Darius’s penthouse.
