At Home Late CH 49

know if she’s telling the truth or not. If I lose my temper with her, I might lose the
chance to talk some sense into the girl.
Right? I’m handing this responsibly as I should.
No, you’re not. You should be calling her father instead, you old swine.
I should be letting him handle the whole thing himself. He would have better
control of the situation.
Lia’s his daughter. Not mine.
Christ. Okay, maybe I want her in my office, and this is all an excuse to make that
happen. Would you blame me? She’s got me wrapped around her tiny, little
finger. Maybe I’m so sick and horny for this little girl that I’ll put myself through
more torture just to be around her. But no matter how badly I thirst for her, no
matter how strongly I’d like to have Lia’s legs spread open on my desk, I won’t let
that happen. I won’t let myself get carried away.
I’m going to invite her over, talk to her, fix this problem, and move on.
Through myself back into work like I always do. Wank later when I get home.
“Lia,” I say cautiously, my voice sounding like the bottom of an oil barrel. Quiet.
“I’m sorry for calling like this. There’s… There’s just something I’d like to discuss
with you. Immediately. Are you downtown?”
“No. I went to the spa to jazz up and also get a pedicure. I chose baby pink, Big
Daddy,” she whispers the Big Daddy part and giggles. I suppress an excited
growl, fondling my cock through the zipper of my suit pants. “What’s it about, Big
Daddy?”
“You’ll know when you get here,” I growl through my teeth. “Text me the address.
I’ll send a car.”
I whip out my pocket square and wipe the sweat off my lip.
This better not backfire, because if it does, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself.
Leaning back in my swivel chair, I exhale as I start waiting patiently for her, willing
my cock to stay still.
I exhale as I step out of the black SUV, smoothing the ruffles on my sky–blue,
high–waist, school–girl skirt. I flip my hair as I look up at the black onyx building
emblazoned with the words Hemsworth Holdings. I whip out a small mirror I
always carry about with me and check my mascara, making sure my French–
braided pigtails don’t have any hair sticking out, and nod, satisfied with it
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can’t take you enough for the ride.” I call out to the driver as he pulls away. When
there’s a pedestrian break, I wak
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1 can’t take you enough for the ride,” I call out to the driver as he pulls away.
When there’s a pedestrian break, I walk across the sidewalk toward the tall,
imposing building. Where my presence has been gruffly requested.
Of course I have an idea why.
It’s the email! sent from that bumer account.
I can’t believe my insane luck. Tristan really clicked on that link. I know him to be
the strict disciplinarian who didn’t trust the unknown, nor had any time for these
little shenanigans no matter what I was busy in the spa, thinking up a million
other ways to get the website in his radar when he called me.
I look up at the sky and see the heavens smiling down at me.
Judging by his steely tone on the phone, he has definitely seen my profile on the
sugar babies website. I filled in an application to get featured on their sweltering
hot comer last week, and my profile went live on the section last night. I’ve had
over two–hundred friend requests, asking me for my contact, and offering to
double the amount I needed for my tuition. I didn’t read every single one of them
because I wasn’t planning on giving in to any one of those leeches. I have my big
daddy in mind, so I won’t give in to anything unless I fail at convincing Tristan to
come for me. To give us what we both desperately need.
What we should’ve given ourselves a long time ago.
Please let him say yes and fuck me.
Please don’t let him scold and throw me out without anything happening
between us.
It has been two weeks since I had his hands on me and I feel like I’m empty,
walking around like a zombie. I miss his touch, the scrape of his rough palms, and
the gruff, manly rasp of his breath. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve
spent sitting on my water closet with my legs spread open and two of my fingers
stuffed in my clit, my eyes closed and my head thrown back in ecstasy as I
replayed those moments in the kitchen when our lips met. Even now, walking
through the air–conditioned lobby of his office building, heat pools up in
between my legs as I think about how close we came to kissing.
Me, Lia, and Master Hemsworth.
Kissing.
Could you believe it? It’ll be a dream come true. It’ll mean progress.
The elevator arrives and I step inside amidst tall, solid trunks of black suits. I stifle
a laugh as I look down at my appearance, shaking my head at how out of place I
must seem. I stick out like blue butter icing, surrounded by businessmen my
father’s age. I face the wall to conceal my stuff nipples, remembering too late that
I’m wearing a see- through blouse – the men are drawn like a bear to honey, their
eyes roving over me hungrily. Two of them, hot, mighty, draw closer to me till I’m
pressed into a corner of the elevator, my breath accelerated with nerves. Fear
I need my big daddy.
I won’t even try to deny it. I’m a flirt. Always enjoyed keeping men on their toes.
No amount of interest rattles me. But only with stupid boys my age who I can
easily throw off when they start craving more. I always war them on time anyway,
so they wouldn’t blame me when they eventually fall for me.
I’ve never wanted more from them, or anyone.
I’ve only wanted more from one person only.
Tristan Hemsworth.
These men are older, bulky, and have a world of experience in their deeply–set,
hard eyes. They’ve been with countless women of all ages and sizes, and are
accustomed to getting what they want. My father has had guests like this over for
brief business meetings or dinners sometimes. But I’m always careful not to be
left alone with them. Not w Fold Up make their interest so blatantly obvious
when no one is looking. It creeps me out.
devious smirks. One of them starts unbuckling emergency stop button on the
metal panel –
The doors suddenly roll open. And just in time too.
Tristan appears.
I exhale, slumping against the wall in relief. He steps forward, and with nothing
more than a glare directed towards the leeching men, grabs my elbow and starts
dragging me out of the elevator. Away from them, and directly into his big bear
embrace.
I let out a happy sigh, my legs almost giving out at the giddy excitement of being
held by Tristan.
My knight–in–shining armour. A messiah sent from above.
I ride my arms up, hooking them around his neck and inhale the wholesome,
beautiful scent of musk and man from his well–presser suit, nearly moaning when
he wraps me up tight, one arm around my shoulders, one low around the small of
my back. When I look back up, I see that he’s still giving the men at the elevator a
death glare, baring his teeth at them In a possessively hot way that turns me on
as much as it gives me hope. If he’s possessive over me, there’s no way he’ll let
me be on the sugar babies website, right?
Right?
He’ll have no choice but to put an end to all these and finally claim me.
The elevator doors draw to a close, taking away the sea of dangerous men.
“You just have to give me the word, Lia. These men, I caught their faces on
camera. I have their details. They’ll be fired with just a snap of a finger. Anything
you like. And it won’t end there, they won’t have it rosy in this city anymore.
They’ll be fucked, every last one of them,” he lets out a curse. “I was watching the
camera feed. I was worried that the cameral wouldn’t get here on time, my sweet
girl…”
“But it did, big daddy. Now I’m in your arms safe,” I whisper into his neck,
snuggling into his neck. “Thank you, Big Daddy. You came through.”
Between our tightly pressed bodies, Tristan becomes fully erect. He cussed,
swallowing hard, one of his large hands getting lost in the pink ruffles of my skirt.
“You naughty, naughty girl. What is this damn outfit you’re wearing? Throw in the
pigtails and you look like a seven–year–old school girl‘
“Well, I am a school–girl. I’m your school–girl”
“Perhaps, I should also treat you as one. Bad girls get punished, and you have
been a bad girl. A very, very, bad, bad girl, Lia,” he rasps, dragging his hand up
the back of my skirt slowly and kneading my right cheek – just one glorious time
before he pulls his hand away, disentangling from me, letting out a shaking
breathing. “Fuck this, Lia. Enough of these mind games.”
Missing his hands, I revert back to my usual flirtatious routine, placing a hand on
my hip and biting my bottom lip hard. “How is it my fault? You’re the one who
wanted to see me.”
Tristan’s eyes drops to my breasts and heats up. “Yeah, I must have been drunk or
something” he mutters thickly, taking me by the wrist now. “You’ll do as I say, Lia.
Avoid any eye contact with any of the men in the supplement department, do
you understand?“”
“But
“No buts. Come on.”
on.”
Smirking, I let him drag me out of the deserted marble desert floor and down a
spacious hallway with navy-blue walls. At the end of it, there’s a reception desk, a
fleetingly, brightly–lit office beyond, packed full of analysts and traders, all paying
keen attention to their computers. “Why can’t I make eye contact?”
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yelp when he suddenly whirls around, pressing me up against the wall and
pinning me down with a ferocious, ruscomed
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invitation that you’re into him.”
His big chest and stomach are squashing me, but I relish it. “Why should I care?
That’s clearly their problem, not mine.”
bad “Don’t Look At A Single. One. Of. Them, Lia.” His hand circles my throat,
tightening ever so slightly. “I’m in a very mood. If one of those musty dickheads
show any interest in you, I won’t hesitate to have them fired immediately. I don’t
care. If I have to fire every man that looks at you stupidly, I will.”
“Oh, Big Daddy,” I whine, trailing a finger down his chest. “If you want me all to
yourself, you can just say it. Stop beating around the bush.”
He’s right on the verge of agreeing with my statement. I can feel it. But at the last
second he blows out an unsteady breath and continues leading me down the
office. You don’t expect me to actually listen to him now, do you? I thrive on
setting Tristan off, and so I disobey him and make contact with some
inconsequential dimwit. Luckily, he doesn’t notice, itching for privacy. I want
nothing but to be alone with him to blow my chance too, so I keep my down on
the black carpet until we’re safely enclosed in his office.
I’ve been in my father’s office multiple times, which is impressive, but Tristan’s is
even more so. Two walls made up entirely of windows overlooking the financial
district. A leather sofa in front of a fireplace. And on the other side of the office,
there are built in bookshelves behind a humongous desk. He leads me over to it
now, hitting a button on his phone that brings down the blinds on the windows,
darkening the office, except for the flicker of the fireplace and the glow of his
computer.
With a firm hand on my back, Tristan bends me forward over his desk, putting my
face right in front of the screen–and there it is. The sugar babies website has
been pulled up and my profile is open. Just knowing he looked at these pictures
of me so scantily dressed wets my panties, makes me restlessly hot.
“Lia Estel Amarie,” Tristan says, using my full name, his hand flat between my
shoulder blades, his lap pressed to my bottom. “You tell me right now that
someone stole these pictures. That you didn’t voluntarily put them up on this
horrific website.”
“Lia, you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t.”
“I did,” I whisper, my breath fogging up the computer screen. “How….who sent
you this? How did you find out?” Tristan lets out a hiss of breath over my
confession, his big hand twisting in the back of my tank top. “A friend sent it to
me, urging me to try the service. A service where men my age find young girls to
fuck between business meetings. It’s
inexcusable. It’s wrong.”
I don’t like making Tristan this upset. He doesn’t take care of himself and I get
very worried about his stress level. Sometimes it even keeps me awake at night,
tossing and turning anxiously, wishing he would just let me care for him. But I
have to see this through. This is make or break, I can’t go on waiting for him to
see me as more than a little girl. I have to force him to notice. I have to tempt him
until he gives in. The alternative is loving him from afar for the rest of my life and
I truly think that will kill me. So it’s full speed ahead.