Chapter Two
Ryan
I wait as I watch Willow walk up the street from my office. I'm tenting in my pants as I watch her hips sway side to side in that form fitting dress of hers. She's twenty, I'm forty two. There's no way such a succulent young girl like her would for an old man like me. Sure I have money, but Willow is so pure.
The way she looks at me isn't because I'm rich, it's because she's a sweet soul. Images of her on all fours on my floor causes my cock to strain and pulse against the confinement of my slacks.
If I could have my way with her, I'd do the nastiest things I could to her. I can already feel her tightness gripping me, begging me for more.
I want her badly. And I really don't know how long I can last without touching her and ultimately causing a shit storm.
Grabbing my cock through my pants, I stroke it once to see if I can't cool down the monster. Willow has me all hot and bothered to the point I feel twenty years younger myself. I've been without a wife for ten years, and ever since then, most women don't appeal to me.
But Willow does. She awakens my dormant dragon.
Awakens my dark desires.
Dark fantasies that I think about on a daily basis.
There's a damp spot on my pants now. I have a meeting very soon, I need to take care of this.
***
"Hey, daddy!" my daughter says, flying through the doors without knocking. My meeting is in ten minutes and even my daughter isn't supposed to be here.
"Hello, Bella, dear. Daddy is busy, come back in another two hours?"
"Trying to shoo me off quickly, aren't you?” she points out, hopping onto the corner of my desk. She kicks her legs up and down and stares me down.
"Of course!" I chuckle. "Daddy has a very important client coming and lots of private business to discuss."
That was another reason Willow and I couldn't work. My daughter. They are the best of friends. And Willow's father is a friend of my own.
Pray tell, my desires are always the most dangerous ones.
"Oh? Private, huh?" she repeats, giving me a side stare.
"Yes, I even let Willow go home early. As a matter of fact, why don't you go and hang out with your friend?"
"Because now there's some mystery person creeping around our house. I wanna know! Ohh, are you dipping into the man pool, dad? Tell, tell!"
I sigh and rub my head.
“Honey, daddy isn’t dating anyone right now. And if I were to, you’d be the very first one to know.”
“Really keeping this one a secret aren’t you?” Bella brings her face closer to mine, searching my eyes for the truth.
“Bella, dear. I am expecting them soon—”
“Nope, not going anywhere.”
Bella isn’t usually so persistent on being rebellious. That’s Willow’s style. I guess with them being friends it was bound to rub off on her at some point. Though, the rebellion looks better on Willow.
“Poor Willow,” Bella begins, “she’d be so heartbroken if she finds out you’re dating some other women,” Bella bends back with her arm over her head as if she’s going to faint. Though this sudden news piques my interest. “She has the biggest crush on you, and this is how you do her?”
My heart leaps. All the dirty fantasies in my head seem to throb closer and closer to reality. The taste of possibility sizzles on my tongue. I could dominate her like no other, have her scream my name. Is Bella joking?
It would be too risky to ask. Though it is worth investigating.
My client knocks on the door and Bella’s face turns to the direction of the door as it slowly opens. Everyone seems to like coming into my office without permission today, don’t they?
“Mr. Goldblocks!” a lady chimes, breezing into my office. She isn’t just a client, but an employee as well.
“You’re so totally dating!” Bella cries out, pointing at Ms. Chevelle.
“Bella, darling—”
“Oh my, what have I walked into?” Ms. Chevelle says, placing a hand over her mouth.
“If you’d wait after knocking you wouldn’t have to find out. And it’s Mr. Gold, Ms. Chevelle.”
Bella pouts in my direction. “This isn’t worth being a secret!”
“Secret?” Ms. Chevelle echoes.
“You’re dating my father aren’t you?” she asks with brute honesty.
“Why of course not! Men aren’t even my thing,” she says, flipping her hair back. Ms. Chevelle is quite the animated character.
The look on Bella’s face is a mix of surprise and confusion.
“Bella, I need you to go hang out with your friend. Ms. Chevelle and I have business to discuss. Or do you want me to cancel your credit cards?”
Bella gulps and scoots off my desk.
When she closes the door Ms. Chevelle sits down at my desk and we begin to discuss a matter that has been weighing over my head for a while.
“Any news?”
“Yes, we found out where all that missing money might be going to. But we’ll need to track that person for a while. Which is why I’m here. It’s going to cost some extra money. I wanted to get this approved by you to find out quickly if it’s who I think it is stealing some of the company’s hard earned green.”
Ms. Chevelle tosses a lock of her wavy blond hair to the side. My mind wanders off and I think about Willow’s short red hair cut neatly in a bob with Betty Page bangs.
“Goldblocks!”
“Huh? I’m sorry. I was deep in thought.”
Ms. Chevelle grins. I know what that wicked grin means.
“Ohh, thinking about a girl aren’t you? I mean, a wealthy man like you needs to—”
“Ms. Chevelle, not this again,” I groan.
“Of course, this again! Tell me all about her.”
I sigh heavily and lean back in my chair, lacing my fingers together on my lap. The longer I keep this from her the longer she’ll nag me. Then everyone will find out that I’m eyeing someone.
“She’s dangerous to touch.”
“Isn’t that what makes it worthwhile?” she asks, her green eyes sparkling with delight.
“Yes and no. As far as funds for this investigation, they are approved. Just keep receipts and let me know the progress.”
“Hmph, always dodging my questions, you devil you. Okay, I’ll let my team know. But just tell me one more thing about this mystery girl. What is it about her that makes her dangerous?”
“Her…” I pause, trying to figure out how to say it without making it too obvious about who it was. “Her existence. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
I smile at Ms. Chevelle, an attempt to get my mind off the verge of aroused demand. The mere thought of Willow sends me into a hard on without warning.
“Hmph, okay then. I’ll keep you informed.” Ms. Chevelle rises gracefully like a swan out of her seat and walks to the door. Looking back at me once more before leaving, she says, “It’s nice to see you all in love again. Keep it up, it looks good on you.”
Then she leaves, making me feel awkward.
Love?
Images of Willow’s sultry ass and beautiful walk go across my mind, giving me a bullet proof hard on. I rip open my pants and sigh with relief as my cock pops out and drips onto the ground. The veins pulse with lust, with the need to bury down to the root inside Willow’s sweet cunt. I grab it near the head and stroke down hard and slow as I close my eyes and imagine punishing her the best way I know how.
The moment she broke my vase and cup, I should have ordered her into my special room and punished her. Her arms tied, eyes covered, mouth gagged. Yes, metal handcuffs would look splendid on her.
Without much of my conscious notice, my hand begins to jerk off my cock faster and harder as I see myself plunging into her wet pussy hard and unprotected. When I come, I feel myself buried inside her, coming against her cervix. Ropes of cum slide down my fist and plop down onto my carpet. This is something I’d have to clean up myself.
Gasping, I open my eyes and allow myself to breathe again.
I’m nearing my breaking point.
One day soon, she’ll do something naughty.
And I’ll have to punish her.