TWO
DOMINIC
I was angry enough at how late he was before the doorbell even rang. I’d forgotten all about the parcel that was due to arrive. I’d come home after the longest day at the office in months and within minutes of getting inside, my phone was already demanding my attention. I ignored it the first couple of times. It could at least wait until I’d had a drink.
I’d been out of the house since half five that morning, the early start was the only way I could squeeze in an hour at the gym before getting going on with another hard day. I was at work by six thirty and I hadn’t stopped until I finally forced myself away just after five in the evening. I hadn’t even had time to eat. A workaholic, my father had always called me, as if he hadn’t been exactly the same, as if it wasn’t hard work that had built the empire I now ruled on his behalf.
Only when my glass was empty of everything except melting ice did I answer my phone, Archibald on the other end, the panic evident in his voice. “You’ve heard then?” he asked. “What the hell are we going to do?”
He could panic. I had no intention of doing so. What good was panicking? Better to keep a cool head, fix the problem first, let the heads roll later. “If you mean, have I heard that there’s a gaping hole in our finances that seems to have appeared from nowhere, then yes, I have heard. As to what we’re going to do, isn’t that your job? You’re the accountant, aren’t you?”
“I’m coming over. I’ll be there by six.”
I went to say, “No, you’re not coming over,” but he’d already hung up. So much for having some time to myself to think. Archibald seemed to think that because he’d worked for my father for years, he could get away with shit like that. I only let him for now because he was a goddamned genius with figures. Or so I’d thought. Thirty million missing. How the hell had it happened? How had he not spotted it before now?
In a way, I was glad he was coming over. I could let him know how serious this was. If he didn’t fix it and the shareholders found out, we were fucked with a capital F and there wasn’t a corporation in the world that would hire him. I poured myself another drink, mulling over whether or not to tell my father. Was it worth worrying him? Would he even understand how serious this was?
When the doorbell went at quarter past, I was livid. Archibald was late. I fucking hated people not being on time. “You’re late,” I said as I pulled open the door, realising at once that it wasn’t Archibald. “Who are you?”
It was a girl holding my parcel. I remembered it then. Something else that was supposed to be here before six. It wasn’t that it was urgent that my latest pocket watch was here by six. It was that the company had told me it would be. If someone makes you a promise, they should keep it. Simple good business sense. If they couldn’t keep their promises, I wouldn’t order from them again. I’d let the delivery girl know what I felt about her lateness though. Then I looked at her properly and it became difficult to discipline her in the way I planned. All of a sudden I wanted to discipline her in a very different way.
She looked so innocent. She looked like she’d make the perfect little girl, the right place for her would be over my knee, her legs kicking as I spanked her bare ass. She had big blue eyes that were half hidden behind her fringe of blonde hair, two pigtails making her seem younger than her years. I pegged her at no more than twenty though she could have been a teenager. Her cheeks were flushed red as if she’d run up the stairs instead of taking the lift. Her lips were so plump I almost leaned in and kissed her there and then. They were lips that asked to be kissed, even as she shied away from me, her arms hugging the parcel as if it was her favourite teddy bear.
She was in a light summer dress, the top of it tight to her chest, drawing my eyes to the swell of her breasts, a hint of nipple visible through the fabric. No bra, the little tease.
“I’ve a parcel for you,” she said, holding it out in trembling hands. It was amusing, she was so frightened of me. What would she think if I told her I was thinking of spanking her for the hell of it, my cock already half hard at the thought of lifting that dress of hers, yanking down whatever boring little panties she wore, reddening her behind. “I’m sorry it’s a bit late. I had a puncture, you see.”
“I don’t want excuses,” I snapped. “I’ve had a day of excuses and I’ve had enough of them. You were supposed to be here by six. What the hell are you playing at?”
I enjoyed seeing her shy away again. Christ, she was so timid, like a little mouse. I bet she’d never been spanked in her life, never been tied down, never had the joy of a cock in her tight little ass. Her cheeks flushed deeper red as I continued to scowl at her, doing my best to hide the hungry smile that tried to cross my lips.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I don’t usually do this, only my housemate’s ill and she asked if I’d deliver this.” Her voice quietened with each word until the sentence was almost a mumble. I needed her gone. If she stayed any longer I was going to pounce on her and that wouldn’t be good for anyone. If she only knew what a perfect sub she’d make, how that timid little voice would be at its best calling me Daddy, begging me to let her come, screaming out my name.
“I told you I don’t want excuses. Give it here.”
She held out the parcel in shaking hands and I snatched it from her. “Don’t be late again,” I said. “Or there’ll be trouble.”
“No, sir,” she said, her knees bending in a half curtsey. She couldn’t have been more naturally submissive if she’d tried. “I am sorry it was late.”
“Go on then,” I replied, waving her away. “Off you go.”
She turned and walked over to the lift and I had to hope she didn’t look back. My cock was rock hard, the sight of her ass and those legs too much for me to take. Fuck, I hoped she didn’t come back. Thirty million to find, I wouldn’t find it under her dress. Perfect little girl or not, now was not the time to get distracted, especially as she stepped into the lift just as Archibald stepped out. He passed her with a nod before walking over to me.
“Is that what you were in such a rush to get home to?” he asked with a knowing grin after the lift door closed on her.
“She was just delivering something,” I replied before checking myself. Since when did I need to explain myself to him?
“I bet she was,” he said. “It’s all right, you can admit if you’re in a relationship, I won’t tell anyone.”
“I am as it happens,” I snapped, wanting that smile wiped off his face. “Now are we going to talk women or money?”
“What’s the difference?” he replied. “They both lead to ruin. Sorry, accountant humour.”
“You should know,” I said, leading him into the flat. “How much did you settle for in the end? Half a mil’ was it?”
“Three quarters but she wanted two. Being an accountant can come in handy sometimes.”
“An affair with a secretary. It’s such a cliché.”
“You saw what she looked like. Would you have been able to resist?”
“No, but I’m not married. What did your wife say about it all?”
“She’s very loyal,” he said with a shrug. “Now do you want to talk about my little settlement some more or shall we get back to work?”
“Work,” I said, thinking silently that I never seemed to have time to talk about anything but work. “Specifically, where the fuck has that thirty million gone?”
He started talking but I was still thinking about her and I wouldn’t stop thinking about her until I had her tied naked to my bed, calling me Daddy. The hunt was on.