I crawled over the luscious carpet into the bathroom, the tile cold underneath my hands and shins. Congratulating me on being so good, he gave me permission to stand and enter the warm shower to rinse. Inside, he delicately traced my body with a soapy cloth, wiping away all of the sweat from earlier.
He whispered sweet, comforting phrases and promised me everything I wanted as long as I was good and as long as I called him Daddy. I felt like a princess in that moment and smiled wide, excited for the relationship that was about to develop between us. As his lips met my skin, whispered his name repeatedly, relishing the sound of it in my mouth. My Daddy, I thought. Mine.
Needless to say, work was awkward the following Monday as the whispers in the office grew loud enough for me to hear. I wasn’t sure what exactly happened to me over the weekend, but I was stronger than ever. This strength turned into a stern look that shot its way over my shoulder and effectively silenced the entire office in one go. My ego shot through the roof. Noticing the change in my demeanor, Maura approached me at lunch in the break room.
“Someone is seriously full of some spunk today. What happened with your date Friday?” she asked nosily while sitting down at the table.
Annoyed that she was prying, I responded calmly, “It went very well. The dinner was lovely and the art gala was absolutely fantastic.”
Maura stared at me as I took a bite of my sandwich and gently dabbed the corners of my mouth. I knew she was expecting me to dish some serious details, but I wasn’t about to reveal the nature of my new relationship. That wasn’t part of our deal.
We wanted to be absolutely discreet in our encounters so no one would suspect our lifestyle of being any different. What would people think if they found out I had spent part of the weekend drugged and spanked? We simply couldn’t allow anyone to know. Maura prodded me for more details.
“Well, did you have sex?” she asked excitedly. “Is his cock huge? All the girls want to know.”
“I think that’s inappropriate, Maura,” I said after swallowing my food.
“He’s your boss, you know.”
“He’s your boss, too,” she pointed out rudely.
“You know I hate to participate in your petty office rumors. Don’t involve me further. I wish to keep my life free of that drama,” I added quickly.
Defeated once again, Maura stood and left the break room in a huff, likely running off to find someone else to talk to about my mysterious date with Daddy. I stopped chewing suddenly. Daddy, I thought. It was the first time I had thought of him with his formal name. It overwhelmed me with bliss and I suddenly fell into a splendor of thoughts that was interrupted by another desk worker who was getting coffee.
She politely said hello and then ran from the room, probably sent by Maura to spy on me. I was about done with the crap she was spitting and made a mental note to bring it up at the next meeting. If people couldn’t keep their nose out of my shit, then I would make sure of it, I thought spitefully.
When lunch was over, I returned to my desk to file some paperwork before the end of the day. Daddy was in his office handling a client, waving viciously at his intercom and likely yelling beyond the soundproof glass.
There was another party this weekend and it was only Monday, something that reminded me of how much I had become addicted and how quickly I had fallen. He looked dreamy even through the stressed appearance of his face. Every gesture was sexy and I found myself staring again. I shook my head and went back to work, hoping nobody had noticed.
The week passed rapidly and I found solace in the depth of my work, seeming to be more productive now that I was addressing Devon as Daddy in my head. He had truly become a fatherly figure to me, checking on me frequently and bringing me treats throughout the day when I had done a good job. I was rather familiar with the reinforcement techniques, but fell for it anyway, relishing all the attention he was giving me.
I had taken home some of the chocolates he had brought me and popped them in my mouth before rubbing myself raw on the couch. I spread out his papers in front of me and stared at them, focusing on his name printed in bold letters while slipping my fingers inside my warm peach.
It was exhilarating to masturbate to his signature and I did this nearly every night until Friday when he told me to leave early and head for his condo where a surprise was waiting for me in the closet. Excitedly, I ran through the parking garage and hopped in my car to speed over to his place where I found the front door unlocked.
Inside his room, I opened the closet doors to reveal a gorgeous pink dress outlined in glittering rhinestones. It was a mermaid dress and it looked absolutely stunning, the pink a perfect shade for my beautifully tanned skin. It matched my manicure that he had gotten me the previous week and I felt like the prettiest doll when I put it on.
Before Daddy got home, I showered and made sure I was neat and prepared for him and then pulled on the dress as he was walking through the door. The bedroom door creaked open and he whistled, saying his little girl looked all grown up in the beautiful new dress. I posed and smiled, feeling reborn in the skin I had just pulled on. He was going to turn me into a brat and I was loving it. As he pulled me up into his arms, he planted a kiss on my lips and asked me where I wanted to eat before heading to the party.
We ate at one of my favorite bistros, turning heads as we walked in the door and sat at one of the best booths available, a waiter pulling out my chair for me to sit down. I felt like such royalty that I blushed and fanned myself, knowing I was being adored by the people around us. He had kept his promise and made me a princess. I could feel it.