“His name is Julian Ottosen,” he explained while laying back on the bed beside me. “He is one of the richest men in the world and a potential client for our business.”
I studied the features of his face as he spoke, my eyes trailing over the strong jaw and dipping down into the curve of his neck. It beckoned to be kissed, but I knew he was speaking in a serious manner which meant I had to wait to play.
I tried to be respectful to Daddy when he was in business mode. Interrupting his thoughts might lead to a horrible punishment and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what it would be this time. As my eyes trailed back up to his, I found them staring right back at me. I couldn’t help but smile.
“What were you arguing about?” I asked as I met his gaze.
“Terms of business,” he replied. “And nothing more. Just a bit of a disagreement.”
“It seemed so serious,” I whispered from the pillow.
I could feel myself beginning to
fade into the abyss, my eyelids drooping against my will to keep them open. Though I was exhausted, I didn’t want to miss pillow talk. Being able to open up to Daddy while relaxed on his bed was one of the most soothing parts of my evening with him. I had only experienced it a few times, but it solidified our bond.
It was the moment where he would ask me all about my aspirations and whether I would succeed in this business or start my own. I relayed how much I wanted to be in business myself, not remain a secretary for the rest of my life. He had encouraged me to reach higher and I intended to do so, but I also didn’t want to leave his service.
Before I knew it, I had fallen under the spell of slumber. I could still hear Daddy speaking over the pillow, mentioning how he wanted to bathe me even though I was hardly awake. He couldn’t put me in the bath as it would harm my bottom, but he could at least bring the bath to me. I smiled through my sleepy state and relished the comforting feeling of a warm sponge gently pressing against my skin, caressing all of the parts of me he treasured deeply.
He pressed into my rose and carefully pulled back the petals to dab the inside and then trailed the sponge up the length of my torso to my breasts where he kissed the nipples that were now aroused to stand. I wasn’t sure when he had manage to flip me over, but I wasn’t complaining at this point. I plummeted suddenly into darkness which cradled me, my mind still abuzz with the excitement from the party.
No sooner had I fallen to sleep was daylight meeting my eyes, inviting them to open. I focused on the ceiling first and then turned to find Daddy sleeping peacefully against my left breast, a sponge still in the grip of his hand. I giggled and removed it, placing it carefully in the bowl on the night stand.
This motion caused Daddy to rouse from his sleep and he greeted me with a joyful smile, wrapping his lips around mine. I wasn’t sure what he had planned for us today, but I hoped it would have something to do with food because my stomach was begging to be filled. I asked Daddy if he could treat us to brunch and he said yes, rising from the bed and pulling me with him.
I looked through my collection of summer dresses from the closet and pulled on a long maxi dress covered in roses. The halter style top was perfect for the hot weather that was about to meet us and I completed by ensemble with a white sun hat and large shades.
Daddy was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a casual polo, something I’d never seen him wear. I was so used to his formal appearance that the image of him in relaxed clothing was rather comical. I giggled. My unintended laugh offended Daddy and he grabbed my arm to scold me.
“Don’t you laugh at Daddy,” he warned. “Or I will tie you up at the next party and refuse to play with you.”
Alarmed at the thought of being ignored, I quickly apologized and adjusted my glasses, bowing my head to Daddy who released his grip of me as soon as he heard the sorrow in my voice. He kissed my forehead, forgiving me verbally and ordering me to get in the car.
I obeyed his words and fastened myself into the seat, being as perfectly behaved as possible. At the restaurant, I hardly spoke and kept my elbows off the table, trying to show Daddy how much of a good girl I could be. Our quiet brunch was interrupted by a very attractive man in a beige suit, his expensive shades hiding his eyes as he approached our table.
“My good sir,” he spoke clearly. “Have you thought about our new terms?”