I’m torn as I come into work the next day, Jacob’s necklace dangling between my breasts.

I was ready to run away, or at least I was afraid that he was going to run away on me. I had all these negative thoughts, and that meeting with Karl scared the crap out of me, and yet… as soon as Jacob shows up at my apartment, all of that is gone.

Kissing him was exactly what I needed. It didn’t take all of my fears away, but at least it reminded me of how good it feels to be with him. I’ve never touched a man like him, such a dominant and serious man. His eyes cut through me every time he looks in my direction and I feel that tightness in my chest as my heartbeat picks up, fluttering and skipping along.

It’s desire, pure and simple. But I don’t know if that desire means something more, or if what we have is purely physical.

The weight of the necklace he gave me is reassuring. It’s the first gift he’s given me that’s entirely without function and isn’t sexual. He gave me clothes, but I needed those for work. This necklace is something else. It means he was thinking about me, and wanted to do something nice for me even though it wasn’t expected of him.

It makes me feel special. It makes me feel like he might actually give a shit.

I’m thinking about him all morning and I’m not ashamed of it. Karl leaves me alone, doesn’t bother to come out of his office, and that’s fine by me.

“You look happy,” Darlene says as I’m grabbing a coffee from the break room.

“I guess,” I say to her, shrugging and smiling.

“What is it?” she asks. “Got a new man?”

If only she knew, I think to myself. “Just in a good mood, I guess.”

“Well, good for you.”

Back at my desk, I’m lost in thought. I’m getting work done, but it’s only secondary to the feelings that are swirling around inside of me.

Around noon, I get a text. I pull my phone from my bag and turn on the screen.

“Are you wearing it?” It’s from Jacob.

I type back to him. “Which thing do you mean?”

“The necklace, though if you’re wearing the vibrator…”

“I’m wearing the necklace,” I confirm with a smile.

“I want to see it. Take lunch and come to my office.”

“Right now?” I ask, biting my lower lip.

“Right now,” he confirms. “You’re still doing what I say.”

I hesitate a second. It’s right around lunchtime for me, though I usually eat with Darlene. But forget it, I can skip one meal. She won’t mind. I’m sure she’ll read too far into it, like she always does, but whatever. I think she’s a good friend. I doubt she’d go talk about it with Karl or something crazy like that.

I grab my bag and stand up. I quickly walk to the elevator, heart hammering in my chest. “On my way,” I send to Jacob before slipping my phone into my bag.

I ride the elevator up to Jacob’s floor and head back to his office. Minnie smile as I approach. “He’s waiting for you,” she says. “Go right on it.” She’s standing up and grabbing her things.

“Going to lunch?” I ask her.

She nods, glancing at her watch. “Got a hot date with a new sushi place down the street.”

I smile at her. “Have fun,” I say.

“You too.” She smiles back and heads off.

I pause for a second. Did I detect a little knowing smile from her? No, I’m probably just being paranoid. I push open Jacob’s office door and head inside.

He’s sitting at his desk and he looks up as I enter. A smile crosses his face, genuine and real. “Glad you came,” he says, standing.

As soon as he comes around the desk and I catch the look in his eye, I know why I’m here. I step back until I run up against the door, but he just keeps coming, a small smirk crosses his lips.

“Why do you look nervous?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I admit, but I am nervous. I’m a little afraid of him. Of what he can do to me.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he says softly, stopping inches away from me. “I just want to see you wearing my necklace.”

I bite my lower lip and go to lift it up out from my blouse, but he stops me. Instead, he reaches up and unbuttons my top slowly until it hangs loosely in front of me.

He looks at my chest, the necklace hanging down between my breasts. I’m wearing only a black bra and I swear he can see my heart beating.

He moves back a step. “Now, take off the rest of it.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

“I wanted to see you wearing the necklace, and only the necklace.” The smile on his face is maddening. “Now, do as I ask.”

I hesitate, but only for a second. “Yes, Daddy.”

I slide off my blouse and let it fall onto the floor beside me. He watches with that smug grin. I reach back and unhook my bra, exposing my breasts for him, and I drop that on top of the blouse. He steps forward then and pushes me back against the door, crushing his lips against mine as his hands palm my breasts.

I moan into his mouth and wrap my arms around him. I had no clue how badly I needed this but it all comes rushing back for me. He kisses me hard, the necklace pinned between us, as his one hand grabs my hair and the other squeezes my ass. He pulls me against his hips and I can feel his cock already hard through his slacks.

He pulls me back away from the door and steers me over to his desk. He clears a spot at the edge for me, knocking some things onto the floor before hopping me up onto the edge. He spreads my legs wide and slowly slides his fingers up my inner thigh as he kisses my neck.

“I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I first saw you,” he whispers.

“I bet you do it all the time.”

He smirks at me. “No,” he says just as his fingers find my soaking pussy, my panties dripping wet and useless. “Never in my office. Never on my desk.” He deftly slips my panties aside and slides his fingers along my slit, finding my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I gasp as he kisses me again. “I find that hard to believe,” I admit to him.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He bites my lower lip and pulls my hair. “Waiting for a girl like you.”

“Like what?” I ask him.

“A girl that I can take care of.” He presses two fingers inside of me. “Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, and he buries his lips against mine.

I know this is the pinnacle of stupid. Doing this in his office is basically the most dangerous thing possible. Anyone could walk in and catch us, and if that happened, we’d be done. It’s not like his door locks, and Minnie isn’t even out there to keep people away. We’re exposed in here, although I don’t feel exposed.

I feel good. He pushes my skirt up over my hips and pulls my panties off. He dives down, spreading my legs wide, and starts to suck and lick my clit, not holding back or being gentle.

He teases me, sucking and teething on my clit before licking me top to bottom, lapping me up. It feels so freaking good, him between my legs, but I love it even more because he seems to love it so much. He groans about my taste, always telling me how good I smell, how badly he wants to lick every single inch of my skin. It drives me wild, how badly he wants me, because I feel the same way about him.

He presses two fingers deep inside of me and nibbles on my clit. I’m totally naked, except for the skirt shoved up over my hips and the necklace dangling down between my breasts. Part of me should be nervous, especially with those big windows all around us. Someone in another building might be able to see… but that only makes me hotter. I love the idea of someone watching Jacob working my body like this.

He pulls back, fingers still buried inside of my pussy, and kisses my lips. I can taste myself on him, which only drives my kiss harder. He pulls back from me, sliding his fingers out, making me gasp.

“I know this is hard for you,” he says, taking his slacks off. “I know you’re trying to be good.”

I nod, my mouth hanging open. I’m pulsing with him, throbbing for more.

“But I’m proud of you,” he says, stepping out of his pants and folding them over a chair. He takes off his briefs and strokes himself as he stands in front of me. “I’m so proud of you.”

He pulls me down off the desk and yanks my hair, kissing me. I take his cock in both my hands and slowly stroke him, loving how hard he is for me. He’s rock hard, practically jumping as I squeeze and roll along his skin.

He pulls me around and bends me over his desk. He slaps my ass and slips himself inside of me in one smooth stroke.

“You think I don’t know how dangerous this is?” he whispers in my ear, pulling my hair back, his thick cock buried inside of me. I’m shocked all over again that I can even handle him. “I know this is fucked. I know I’m risking everything on your sweet little cunt.”

He strokes into me, fucking me slow and deep. Pleasure tingles down my spine, washes over my skull, takes me to another place.

“I can’t help myself. This firm ass, this tight cunt, the way you call me Daddy… it’s perfection. I’ve never tasted a pussy like yours before, Sofia. And I’m going to do everything to make sure you’re mine.”

He punctuates this by slapping my ass. “Please,” I moan, desperate. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”

“That’s right.” He slides out of me and pulls me away from the desk. He pushes me over to the glass window and presses me up against it, one hand on my throat, the other teasing my pussy, finger pumping into me.

My breasts are flattened against the cool glass as he fucks me like that from behind, really working into me. He’s jiggling my thick ass as his fingers pump into my pussy.

“I want the city to see this,” he whispers in my ear. “I want them all to see my little whore.”

His fingers slide out and I feel his cock press against me again. He pushes inside, spreading me wide again, and I gasp. My hands press flat against the window, leaving prints, as he starts to fuck me from behind.

He fucks me rough, mercilessly, like he’s proving to the city that he can destroy me if he wants to. And I love it, love it so much, it’s exactly what I want. I need him to fuck me rough until I come, make all my insecurities go away, at least for a little while. And I feel it melting into the back of my mind, disappearing with every rough stroke.

He pulls my hair back again, kissing me over my shoulder as he grinds inside of me. I push back against him, wanting every single inch of his massive cock, rocking down along his hard length. He grunts and groans, slaps my ass hard, hard enough to leave a mark and I love it. He wrecks me, slamming into my pussy.

He reaches around my hip and starts to work my clit fast, rubbing as he fucks me.

“I bet there are a hundred men in those buildings jerking their cocks off, watching me fuck you right now,” he says in my ear, driving me wild. “But this tight cunt is only mine.”

“That’s right,” I moan. “It’s all yours.”

“I love this tight pussy, this juicy ass, these firm tits.” He squeezes my breasts a little rough. “Every inch of you is sexy. Every fucking inch.”

He slides his hand down my back and spanks me again, sending tingles of pain through me. I love the way he pushes me, makes the pleasure and the pain meet in the middle, making something else. He rocks me deep, filling me, splitting me in two.

Pleasure overwhelms me and my whole body starts to twitch and split, the orgasm building inside of me.

“Come for me,” he says in my ear. “Let everyone fucking watch.”

The orgasm rips through me like lighting. I can’t keep myself upright, so he supports me, fucking me mercilessly. He tears into me as the orgasm bursts in my skull and I can barely breathe.

Slowly it passes, but he’s not done with me. He’s fucking me harder, grunts and groans escaping his lips. Suddenly he pulls out.

“On your knees,” he says, stroking his cock. “Now.”

I obey him without thinking. I get on my knees and look up at him just as he starts to come, thick spurts covering my face.

I gasp, surprised, and he comes into my mouth. I taste him, salty and warm, as he groans loudly. “Fuck, girl,” he says.

“Come on my face, Daddy,” I gasp for him.

It’s a thick load and slowly he finishes. It covers my face, impressive and massive. I take two fingers and wipe some off my nose before putting it in my mouth.

He groans. “Fuck, girl, you’re so sexy.” He helps me up and we walk to a side door, stepping into a private bathroom where he helps me clean up.

We laugh together, for seemingly no reasons. It’s almost uncontrollable, but it comes over us both. We laugh and laugh as I wash his cum off my face and he helps me with a towel.

“It’s in my hair,” I say, and we just laugh harder.

It feels so good. It’s almost as good as the orgasm, just laughing with him. It’s a release, an incredible release. We clean my hair and when we’re done, he wraps his arms around me.

“Next time, warn a girl before you come on her face,” I say to him.

He chuckles and nods. “Sorry. Lost in the moment.

“It’s okay,” I say to him and kiss his chest. “Daddy.”

He tips my chin up and kisses me deep and slow, a passionate, hungry kiss.