Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
"You're smart, but you're new to this. That's okay. We'll take it slow."
"Brian, I–"
Slowly, Brian presses a finger against my parted lips, silencing me. "Shh, Blair. Let me take care of you. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine. Can you do that for me?"
I swallow hard and nod. “Of course.
"Good girl. Now, we're going to play a little game. All you have to do is answer my questions and obey."
Confused, I lean back from his touch. "What is this supposed to accomplish, Mr. Beckett?"
"Nothing yet. For now, you're just going to sit there and listen to me. Got it?"
Something about his tone gets me all excited. I love this bossy side of him. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to listen to me, and then I'm going to ask you a question. And, when you answer the question, you're going to call me Daddy."
"What?" All of my thoughts come to a crashing halt. If I had any doubts that this was something naughty, they're all gone now.
This is certainly something very, very naughty. And my god, I like it. I don’t know what that says about me, but that single word has me rubbing my thighs together, already feeling something sticky in my panties.
"You're going to call me Daddy and say, 'Yes, Daddy.' That's it."
Pulling at the fabric of my skirt, I ask, "But, why?"
"Because from now on, that’s exactly what I’m gonna be for you. I’ll take care of you, make sure you have everything you need, and keep you safe and happy. Do you want that?"
I play with the word in my head, and something shifts within me. Let him take care of me? That would mean I’ll stop worrying about pretty much everything, and I’ve worried enough for two lifetimes.
Daddy.
God, why does it sound so good? So sinfully good. And I realize I just don’t like it. I love it.
Licking my lips slowly, I finally answer. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. Now, follow the rules and I'll take good care of you. But if you don't, then I'll have no choice but to punish you. Understand?"
Even the mention of a punishment sounds like a lustful promise, and part of me wants to be naughty to find out what it is. Christ, what’s happening to me? "Yes, Daddy." The words send a little thrill through me, which isn't something I expected.
"Good girl. I hope you’re ready because we’re just getting started."
I shiver and try to keep calm. This is it. There's no turning back, not that I want to.
Brian leans in closer, his eyes locking on mine. "Now, Blair. Do you like your job so far? Have I made it comfortable for you?"
"Yes, Daddy." The words come easily now, and the feeling of letting go is strangely freeing, like a huge weight lifting off my shoulders.
"Good. Tell me, is there anything you'd like me to do to make things easier for you? Do you need me to be nicer to you?"
"No, Daddy."
Brian seems pleased."Really? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Hmm, okay."
I’m both confused and turned on all at the same time. Is he playing games with me? What is he doing? Doesn’t matter what it is because I’m all in.
"Now, tell me. How is your job treating you so far? Has anyone been rude or disrespectful?"
I bite my lip, not sure how to respond. I know he's talking about Tanner, but should I mention him? Brian did say that if I didn’t obey, he would punish me. I guess I have to tell the truth, even if it involves the one person I don’t want to talk to when I’m here alone with his dad, playing into his obvious seduction.
"There's been one person who's been a bit disrespectful."
Brian doesn’t seem surprised. I wonder if Tanner has tried to turn him against me already. "That's what I thought. What's his name?"
"Tanner. Tanner Beckett."
Brian nods. "Ah, yes. My son. How is Tanner being disrespectful, Blair?"
I blush. "He's...he's rude. Abrasive and insistent. He's always blowing up my phone and acting like I owe him something. Tanner doesn’t want to take no for an answer, sir.”
"And what does he say in these messages, Blair?"
I look away. "He...he keeps messaging me rude things. But I blocked him."
"Good girl. You did the right thing. Now, is there anything else you want to tell me about Tanner? Any other way he's being disrespectful?"
I shake my head, and he rewards me by carding his hands through my hair, pulling out the hair tie that kept my ponytail in place, and throwing it aside.
"Don't worry, baby. You're doing fine. Now, tell me. What do you like about this job? Do you like it when I touch you?" He emphasizes his point by wrapping his hand in my hair and tugging my face closer to his.