“To the desk, now,” he orders. I raise my brows and cross my arms.
“Why are you talking to me like that?” I ask, slightly offended. He merely keeps his gaze steady.
“I asked you to do something; I won’t answer questions until you comply,” he murmurs, his voice deepening. I sigh and concede.
He positions me on the desk, moving items aside to make space for me.
“You little troublemaker,” he whispers as he begins to unbutton my uniform shirt. I bite my lip, grinning at him.
I place my hands on the desk.
“What’s wrong, Daddy? Did I give you a hard-on?” I tease in the innocent tone he adores, and as soon as my bra is exposed, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close. “Punish me, Daddy. I’ve been bad,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his.
His hands shift to my thighs, inching upward and causing my skirt to rise.
“Oh, I’ll do something much better,” he promises, gripping my hips tight, which makes me squeal as he pulls down my panties.
“Have you seen my panties, Daddy? They’re black, just how you like them,” I tease, and I see him chuckle, knowing he has me exactly where he wants.
Once he discards my panties, he inhales their scent, causing me to grimace.
“Your pussy smells divine, did I mention that?” he asks, and I nod, biting my lower lip.
He starts to remove his belt and pants, revealing himself in his boxers.
“Daddy, are you going to fuck me?” I ask, and he smirks as he frees himself.
He positions his cock at the entrance of my pussy, looking directly at me before shaking his head.
“I won’t fuck you unless you ask properly,” he replies.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I plead, and he raises an eyebrow.
“I think I’m going deaf; care to repeat that?” he teases, and I smile, shaking my head.
“I said fuck me, Daddy,” I say clearly, and he makes a face, placing a hand behind his ear. “Fuck me, damn it!” I exclaim, laughter escaping him.
“Bad girls don’t get fucked by Daddy,” he states, walking away. I sulk and pout. “Daddy doesn’t like bad girls,” he hums. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull myself to him, whispering in his ear.
“Daddy, your princess wants to fuck,” I say softly and begin kissing his neck.
I pause at particular spots, sucking gently as I feel his cock graze my pussy. Sighing, I plead.
“How much do you want Daddy to please you?”
“So much,” I moan as he slide his cock inside me completely, and I scream. “No babies yet, put on a fucking condom,” I growl, watching him frown. He pulls out, retrieves a silver package, and nods.
“Still no babies?” he asks, thrusting slowly again, and I shake my head. “Why not? Don’t you like how I make babies?” he jokes, picking up his pace.
“I love it,” I admit, smiling proudly. “But I’m not ready for anyone else to call you Daddy,” I say in my sugary voice.
Alex clicks his tongue, and I sigh, feeling him move faster.
I revel in the sound of our skin slapping together, especially as his moans mix with mine, pure bliss.
Then the ringing of his phone disrupts the moment. Alex halts his rhythm to look at the caller ID, chuckling.
“You’re going to answer it,” he teases, and I frown at the name: “Lena.”
“No way,” I say incredulously, but Alex is in on the joke.
“Hello?” he answers, looking at me for help.
“Hello?” I echo, watching as he snickers.
“Who’s calling?” Lena asks, and Alex resumes his slow thrusts while I moan.
“Oh, hey Nina, is my son there?” she asks, and I bite my lip, wishing for a different moment.
“I’m in the bathroom,” Alex replies, muting the call. I nod, feeling him slide out.
“No, he’s in the bathroom,” I say, trying to stay composed. “But I can take a message,” I whisper, glancing at Alex.
“Oh, I was just wondering if we could have dinner today; Evelyn’s boyfriend is leaving for Brazil tomorrow and thinks it would be great to have him at dinner too,” Lena explains, and Alex’s face shifts with concern as I beam.
“Absolutely, today works just fine, Mrs. Lena,” I say with enthusiasm, and Alex looks puzzled.
“Really?” she responds with excitement. “What time should we come? Do I need to bring anything? Will you be cooking?”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Gray, Alex and I will take care of everything,” I assure her, and catching Alex’s surprised gaze, I smile.
“Oh, I appreciate that so much, dear,” she replies. “We’ll arrive around eight, so we can leave early,” and we bid her farewell.
Once I hang up, Alex gapes at me.
“What just happened?” he asks in disbelief, and I smile, walking toward him.
“I just invited your mom for dinner tonight,” I shrug, and he raises his eyebrows.
“But it’s our anniversary!”
“Your mom wants to come early; we can celebrate later,” I respond. Alex snorts in disbelief. “Did you hear her excitement? She wants to see you,” I remind him, and he counters, “No, she wants to see you,” and frowns.
“She wants to prove what we have is a mistake,” he replies dismissively, shaking his head.
“But she won’t succeed,” he murmurs, brushing his hand over my waist. I sigh.
“Alex, I want you and your mother to be okay; you can’t hold a grudge forever.”
“What do you think of Francesco’s?” he suddenly asks. I raise my eyebrows, surprised. “After dinner with my mom, we can hit Francesco’s,” he suggests, caressing my waist. I lick my lips and nod.
“That sounds amazing.”
“Ready?” he asks as I finish putting on my skirt. I affirm, and he wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Thanks for doing this, although I feel it’s a huge mistake,” he murmurs, and I roll my eyes.