I didn’t want to leave her like that, but I had no choice.

When Carolina called me, I was just about to leave the Royale and I’d rushed back home to punish Evangeline. And if I was being honest with myself, it was the perfect excuse to see her for a few minutes. My beautiful little girl, who’d been so very bad in my absence, and was going to have to be punished for it.

I couldn’t stay long, but I knew leaving her expecting punishment would make her squirm the entire day.

I had an important meeting scheduled – ironically concerning the very merger Evangeline had found information on when she was snooping around my study.

Her advice was shocking to me. She was just an eighteen-year-old girl, not someone experienced in business like I was. But truth be told, with all the shit I’d been dealing with because of my father, I hadn’t been paying enough attention to the Van Der Meer merger. I had no idea whether her words held any merit, but I was going to fucking find out.

Leaving her in that room was one of the hardest things I’d had to do, and not because I was pissed with her for going through my shit. It was because she looked so fucking scared when I left her, and it turned me the hell on.

I half-wished it didn’t, but I couldn’t lie to myself. The sight of her tears, the lost look in her eyes when she realized I was on to her and I was angry, got me fucking hard. I wanted her like that, just like that. With tears pouring down her face, getting lost in her own fear and the need she felt for my body, matching the need I felt for hers. I wanted to bury myself inside her up to the hilt, and I had to tear myself away so I could leave.

Sweet Angel. She was going to have to pay, and it wasn’t going to be pretty this time around.

I’d gotten stuck in rush hour on the road, and I was late for the meeting already. All thoughts of going through those files went through the window as I rushed into the conference room, trying to remember where my head was at.

The room was packed, with people sitting in every available seat. I stopped in my tracks when I realized my father was sitting front and center, in my fucking spot.

He grinned at me, and nodded to his right where a free seat was waiting for me.

“Glad you could join us,” he said pointedly, and I wanted to fucking kill him. This whole mess was his damn fault.

I didn’t say a word, just made my way to the free seat, and sat down next to him.

He was fucking useless for the rest of the meeting. A damn jackass, making more trouble than money for the past decade.

I wanted to tell him to shut up every time he opened his stupid mouth, but I resisted. We needed to look like a united front for the rest of the people there, so I bit my tongue and pretended everything was alright. God, I really wanted to kick his ass, though. He was acting like a fucking child.

Finally, the subject of Van Der Meer was broached, as it was one of the most pressing matters the company was dealing with at that moment.

“There have been problems with their employees,” Vaughan, one of our advisors, explained to the board. “We’ve been looking for solutions.”

“And what has been done?” Lloyd, one of the main investors asked. He was always quick to argue, always looking for a problem even if there was none. “You realize this should have been sorted before the merger even happened. The fact that we’re dealing with this now is a travesty.”

“I agree,” my father cut in, while Vaughan sweated in his seat. “It should have been taken care of sooner, and it’s completely my fault.”

I perked up. Was he finally taking some responsibility?

“I should have had my son deal with this,” he went on, and suddenly my blood fucking boiled. “This should’ve been sorted sooner, and I apologize for not lighting a fire under his lazy ass.”

It was Lloyd’s turn to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He hated cursing, and my father tended to do it a lot in these meetings. Not very professional at all, especially for a man of his class and experience.

“I have been looking into it,” I spoke up. “Cuts in the Van Der Meer employment sector have been suggested, however–”

“There you go then.” My father swiveled in his chair and grinned at Lloyd. “Problem fucking solved.”

“However,” I spoke up again, determined to finish my sentence.

Everyone turned to stare at me, and I could feel my father’s wrath emanating from him.

“I believe we can solve this without firing people,” I went on. “I don’t think it’s a good move to fire people this soon into our merger. It’ll leave a bad impression on the other employees, and it will make us look bad for our investors like you, Mr. Lloyd. It’s as though we’re giving up hope and cutting down on the workforce before we even give them a chance.”

“The costs are much too high,” Lloyd dismissed me. “Unless you have another solution, we will have to make 27% of employees redundant. Now, about the Callahan contract…”

“I do have a suggestion,” I cut in again.

Now they really were fucking staring. I felt under pressure, ready to sweat bullets, when I remembered Evangeline’s words.

I hated letting people go. Hated seeing people leave when they’d been working for the same company for decades, and I always did my best to avoid it. And I’d avoid it this time, even if it meant taking my toy’s advice…

“We can cut down on expenses,” I explained. “Without firing all those people. It will make us look good, too.”

“So what’s this grand idea then?” my father asked, his tone mocking me.

“I’ve gone through their accounts and expenses,” I said. “They’re overspending on travel costs. Several people travel the globe when it’s really the job of one man. And the costs are insane – accommodation too luxurious for such a small company, and personal bills for the trip that exceed even my own. It’s an easy way to cut down on costs. If it’s not effective, we will revisit the 27% idea.”

They stared at me for a little while, and I waited for someone to speak up.

“This is true,” Vaughan said slowly. “I’ve noticed some large sums in their travel costs.”

“Alright,” Lloyd said in an irritated tone. “We’ll give it a try. Was that it? Can I go home now?”

I grinned to myself and ignored my father’s seething gaze until the meeting was over, and he pulled me aside.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked me. “Undermining me in a public meeting like that? I’m your fucking boss, Carter.”

“You’re a fucking useless one,” I spat back at him. “Without me, this whole business would be going under. Fuck knows if I can save it as it is.”

My father puffed out his chest and looked at me with contempt, “Your mother will be very disappointed to hear you’ve let me down.”

I grinned and stepped closer.

“Good thing I’m a fucking grown man, not a little boy,” I snarled. “And I don’t give a shit. You deal with it, while I cover your little Royale romp. Problem solved, Dad.”

I left him with his mouth gaping and got the fuck out of there, back to my pretty toy.

* * *

I wanted her to be waiting. I told Carolina to leave her a note telling her what she had to do. I knew she’d be scared. I also knew she might resist.

But I was counting on her fear getting the better of her. I was counting on her doing as she was fucking told.

And she didn’t disappoint.

I took my time getting to the playroom, leaving a trail of clothes leading up to it.

My jacket, my shoes. By the time I reached my pretty toy I was only wearing boxers.

She was waiting. Blindfolded. Her shaky arms resting on her thighs as she kneeled in front of the door.

“Hello, little toy,” I said, and she arched her back when she heard my voice, taking a deep breath of air.

Little did she know, I wasn’t going to let her exhale for hours.

“You look fucking perfect like this,” I told her gently, stroking her hair. “On your knees, waiting for Daddy, just like a good girl should be.”

She whimpered and I pushed my thumb inside her mouth. She licked it tentatively, sucking a little, just for show.

I wanted her to call me Daddy again. God, I wanted it. But it had to come from her, not from instructions. It felt so much hotter that way.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” I asked her gently, my thumb leaving her mouth with a soft pop.

She mewled and nodded, once, then twice as if she’d just made up her mind.

“You’re keeping the blindfold on the whole time, little Angel,” I said, and she bit her bottom lip. What a fucking sight she was.

I bent down next to her and my fingers sought out her soaked little pussy, just like that. I slid them along her pussy lips and she whimpered again as I wiped her juices off, bringing my fingers up to her pretty mouth.

“Tell Daddy how good you taste,” I said, and she opened her mouth and sucked her juices off my fingers. She was such a sweet little thing, her mouth working my fingers slowly, hesitating before each suck. I wanted more, though. I wanted to unleash every bit of my depravity on this innocent little girl, and turn her into the perfect toy. No other girl had ever come close to what she was doing to my cock, my fucking heart. God, I wanted her. I fucking needed her.

I slipped my fingers out and she gasped.

“Good,” she whispered, the first words from her pouty mouth since I came into the room.

“More, little toy,” I groaned. “Tell me in fucking detail.”

“It tastes sweeter when I’ve come a lot,” she admitted, and I growled out loud. She was driving me insane, with a few words and by sucking in her cheeks when she licked me clean.

“Too bad you won’t get to today,” I said, and she whimpered in protest, but I ignored it. “I can’t let you come, can I, pretty toy? You’ll never know the meaning of punishment if I don’t get stricter with you. And it’s so very important.”

She nodded. I tipped her chin back and she gasped.

“Say yes,” I said, and her bottom lip trembled.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said.

My cock swelled painfully in my boxers. I wanted her. I needed her right then and there, I didn’t give a shit about punishments or anything else.

“Open your pretty mouth,” I said, and she followed directions eagerly, parting her lips for me. “Good fucking girl. I need to fuck your mouth now, Angel. I’m not going to be gentle. Do your best to take it, okay?”

She nodded, but I cut her off by pulling my hard cock out and pushing all the way down her throat.

She choked right away, a sound so horny it made me groan out loud. I fucked her mouth like it was the only thing that mattered. Just being inside her mouth, fucking her so deep she squirmed beneath my hands.

“You’re such a perfect little thing,” I told her. “Such a perfect toy for Daddy. Suck me off, toy. Be a good little girl and suck Daddy’s cock.”

She did her best, which must’ve been hard because I sure as fuck wasn’t going easy on that mouth of hers. I kept thrusting inside her, rough as fuck, feeling her teeth graze my dick because she couldn’t help it, not with the force I was fucking her throat.

And looking down at her made me harder, but despite my previous words, I wanted to see her eyes. I wanted to watch her, so desperate to fucking come while I fucked that throat.

I tore off her blindfold and pushed deeper. Her eyes were filled with tears, her pupils so dilated they looked almost completely black.

I stroked her cheek with one hand, wrapping the other around her throat. She was such a good little cocksucker. I could feel my thrusts through the tender skin of her throat, and it felt fucking amazing.

Watching her was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I realized she was close, and I pulled out completely. She moaned so loudly, and strings of precum connected her mouth to my cock. It was almost too much to take.

“Don’t you dare fucking come,” I growled at her. “This isn’t about you, little toy. This is just about me getting off with your throat. You’re just a toy, just a little slut for me to get off with. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was soft, and she folded her arms behind her back to prove how good she was for me.

I groaned, about to push back inside when I noticed someone standing at the door. I turned to the side.

Carolina was merely a few feet away, her face deeply flushed as she looked at the scene before her. She looked away, her hands shaking so much the linen in her hands dropped to the floor.

Evangeline noticed we had company, her own face blushing adorably.

“Keep looking,” I barked at Carolina. She knew better than to disobey me, but her hands shook badly as she glanced at me. “Don’t you dare fucking go. Leave that shit on the floor and watch my toy servicing me.”

She held onto the doorframe for support and I looked back at Angel.

“Suck,” I told her. “Fucking suck and show her what she’s missing.”

She looked scared as fuck, but then I saw something click in those pretty eyes of hers. She glanced at Carolina, and her eyes widened as she kept looking, licking the tip of my cock.

“Good girl,” I groaned, my hands back on her as she went to work on my cock. “Show her what a good little girl you are for Daddy. Show her how you suck cock like the filthy slut you are.”

I closed my eyes and let her work me, but only for a second. The next, my eyes went back to Carolina and I grinned at her flushed, needy expression.

“Look how she takes my cock so deep,” I said, and they both moaned so loudly I felt the vibrations in my cock. My hands tangled in my toy’s hair. “She’s such a good slut, isn’t she? Keep going, little girl, you’re going to make her touch herself and come if you keep going like that…”

Angel’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she spat on my cock and glanced at the maid.

“Tell me what you are,” I said, enthralled by her actions.

She looked up at me, so fucking innocent, so fucking dirty.

“Daddy’s little slut,” she said in her shaky voice, and then wrapped her mouth around my cock.