I wasn’t scheduled to work again until Monday afternoon, and though I wished I could see Arden sooner, I figured I’d spend my weekend studying. But on Saturday evening, as I settled onto the couch with my laptop and a cup of tea, I still held out hope that I’d hear from my boss. I knew he was at the store, working alongside another employee, and they’d be closing soon. It was a constant struggle to try to focus on my studies when all I wanted to do was revel in memories of the night before. I knew if I got too carried away in fantasy, I’d end up in my bedroom, indulging in a lengthy masturbation session.
The sound of my phone chiming at a little before ten was a welcome distraction. As I scrambled to see who it was, my stomach started doing manic somersaults. All my excitement evaporated upon discovering the new text was from Jackson. I didn’t usually hear from him on a Saturday night; he tended to spend weekends hanging out with his friends, or fucking some girl he found hotter than me. I was never his first choice.
His message was the definition of low-energy: Hey Paige what’s going on
Rolling my eyes, I tossed the phone onto the couch cushion next to me. Only a week ago, that pathetic text would have had me instantly responding to let him know I was available. But literally overnight, I’d lost all interest in the guy. I felt a mixture of shame and disbelief that Jackson was the reason I was so upset and seeking comfort from Arden yesterday.
After making another feeble attempt to finish some assigned reading, I decided to put away my laptop and turn in early. I’d just risen from the couch when my phone chimed again. Staring at the screen, my face broke into a huge smile. This time, it was Arden: Hope you’re having a nice weekend.
The message was cautiously worded, almost formal, but I understood the reason for that. Aside from the fact that we needed to be careful, I knew Arden still feared I’d feel pressured. Of course, he didn’t need to. Not when I’d spent all evening anxiously hoping to hear from him. Now that I had, I didn’t hesitate to respond: I’m having a great weekend, but I’m really looking forward to Monday.
Then I added a wink emoji.
That hint of playfulness must have encouraged him to be a little bolder, for he replied, Same here. Sweet dreams, angel.
I was still grinning when my roommate, Ariel, arrived home. “Someone looks happy,” she remarked with her own smile. “I take it you’ve heard from Jackson?” Ariel was well aware of the pain my on-again, off-again relationship with Jackson had caused me. She’d often told me I could do far better.
Now I merely said, “Nah, I’m over him.”
She raised her eyebrows, unable to hide her surprise. “Someone new, then?”
I had no choice but to be evasive. Though I considered Ariel a dear friend, I wasn’t about to tell her I was fucking my boss who happened to be thirty years older. “Maybe,” I answered, giving her a sly, sidelong glance. Then I retreated to my room before she could interrogate me further.
Minutes later, Jackson texted again: why aren’t u answering i want to see you tonight
I deleted that message, along with the first. Once I’d gotten ready for bed and climbed beneath the covers, I reread Arden’s words, if only to bask in the warmth they gave me. I knew my giddiness was due to infatuation, and that I was falling too hard, too fast. But how could I resist him after what we’d shared?
Jackson called the following morning while I was in the shower. His call went to voicemail, and I didn’t listen to the message. Instead, I deleted it, just as I’d promised Daddy I would.
By the time I reached the bookstore on Monday afternoon, I was trembling with anticipation. Stepping inside, I saw Arden standing behind the counter. He looked up from the computer screen, offering a ready smile, but his eyes widened a little at the sight of my outfit.
Suddenly nervous, I folded my arms over my chest. While I knew my dress wasn’t exactly appropriate for work, I hadn’t thought he would mind. And maybe I wanted to tease him. The dress was sleeveless, its bodice tight. I wore no bra beneath it. I was also revealing plenty of thigh; if I were to bend down in order to retrieve a book from a bottom shelf, I’d flash my skimpy panties at my boss. With strappy sandals completing the outfit, I looked like I was about to go clubbing rather than beginning an hours-long shift.
Arden was silent for several moments while his stare moved up and down my body. It was agony, trying to read his expression. Finally, he flashed a smile that let me know he wasn’t at all upset. “Well, good afternoon, Paige.”
Looking around, I made sure we didn’t have any customers. It was rare for the store to be empty, and I decided to take full advantage. Strolling toward Arden, I did my best to exude sensuality. I apparently succeeded, for it was easy to see the growing lust in his eyes. His gaze never left me as I leaned against the counter. “Good afternoon, Daddy,” I whispered.
Addressing my boss in such an illicit way seemed to obliterate his self-restraint. My mouth dropped open in surprise when he strode from behind the counter, keys in hand. Wordlessly, he locked the door. “Arden, what are you doing?” I asked, not bothering to hide my confusion.
Turning back to me, he spoke in a deceptively calm voice. “In my office. Right now.”
I didn’t dare question his order. Instead, I swallowed hard and started toward the room where our affair had begun. The way he followed so close behind me made it seem as though I were being pursued. Had I totally misread his reaction? I wondered. Was he going to chastise me about my inappropriate attire?
Once I was inside the office, Arden immediately reached for me. Weaving his fingers through my hair, he kissed my mouth with a ferocity that made me whimper. Yet my body melted against his.
“You wore that dress to tempt Daddy, didn’t you?” he murmured. When I didn’t answer right away, he grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him. “Didn’t you, Paige?”
My shallow breathing betrayed the excitement growing within me. “Yes, Daddy.”
“And you understand you’ll pay a price for tempting me.” This time, Arden didn’t wait for my response before yanking down the bodice of my dress. I gasped, then instinctively tried to cover my breasts with my arms. He took hold of my wrists to stop me. “Don’t you dare, angel. You know how much I love seeing those sexy tits.”
A lust-filled moan escaped me. Already, my panties were drenched. When Arden began fondling my nipples, rolling them between his fingertips, I choked out, “We can’t leave the store locked for long.”
He gave those stiff peaks a tug that bordered on painful. “That should be the least of your worries after you’ve showed up for work looking like this.”
“I’m sorry.” My gaze was pleading as it met his.
Arden made a regretful sound. “I’m sorry, too. Because I’m going to make a mess of your pretty dress. And a mess of your pretty pussy.” Without warning, he lifted me into his arms. Instead of carrying me to the couch, he set me down on his desk. My dress was gathered around my hips so my sheer white panties were on display. “Look at you,” he whispered, his fingers grazing my inner thigh. “So innocent… so virginal.” He brought his lips to my ear. “But I know you’re dying for Daddy’s cock.”
My pussy actually throbbed in response to his dirty talk, yet I clamped my thighs around his hand. “Daddy, we have to wait! We can’t do this when customers might be outside.”
His touch was insistent as he again pushed my legs apart. “Bad girls need to be punished right away. Otherwise, they might not learn their lesson.” He slid his fingers into my panties, and I moaned at the feel of him rubbing my clit. “Oh, you’re learning now, aren’t you?” His grin was devilish as he spoke. “A good girl lets Daddy play with her pussy. Whenever he wants.”
I stared down at his hand working between my legs. Already, he had me shaking. When he thrust two fingers inside my cunt, I let out a helpless cry. “That’s gonna make me come!”
“Not yet.” Arden withdrew his fingers so he could begin tugging down my panties. I didn’t need to be told to lift my ass off the desk a little in order to make the job easier for him. “Good girl,” he repeated through quickened breaths. Gazing at his crotch, I could see the outline of his erection through his pants.
Moments later, my panties were dangling from my right ankle, and Arden had freed his cock. I expected him to immediately take me; already, we’d left the store locked for too long, and someone could bang on the door at any second. Yet he spread my legs even wider apart, then teased my swollen clit with his cockhead. That caress of his hot flesh against mine made me beg for more.
“You like being Daddy’s little slut?” With his free hand, he grabbed my chin. The need in his eyes was so fierce that it summoned forth a pre-orgasmic tremor from deep within my core. My thighs actually started trembling.
“So much!”
Slowly, tantalizingly, Arden slid his tip lower, over my folds until it was poised at my entrance. Instead of thrusting deep, as he had before, he eased just a little inside.
My own need destroyed all my pride, leaving me to whine in protest. “You’re teasing!” I tried to buck my hips to take more of his length, but he placed a warning hand on my thigh. His stare remained fixed on his cock lingering just inside my pussy.
“You’re trying to grip me so tight!” A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. “How can I resist my babygirl’s perfect cunt?” While speaking, he rewarded me with another inch.
I could bear no more. With my legs lewdly open wide and lifted in the air, I angled my upper body toward Arden in order to grab his hips. He released a loud groan when I drew him forward, determined to have his cock buried inside me.
“You bad girl!” Arden said through gritted teeth. Keeping a firm hold on my legs, he started fucking me at a ruthless pace. Small as my breasts were, they bounced violently each time his body slammed against mine. I watched, wide-eyed, as his glistening dick pumped in and out of my opening. He would withdraw almost entirely, making me fear I would be deprived of what I so desperately craved. And then he would give a thrust hard enough to steal my breath.
I was ashamed of how much I loved it. I was ashamed of the way I got off on watching him claim me. But that shame couldn’t stop me from looking into his eyes and begging, “Fuck me, Daddy!”
“Oh, baby!” Now it was his voice that held a note of pleading. I sensed his struggle to last, for he slowed his hips and cupped my face in his hands. Again, I moaned when his tongue caressed mine. My muscles rhythmically tightened around his dick, and the sensation forced a guttural sound from his throat. Breaking the kiss, he kept his lips close to my mouth. “I haven’t climaxed since we were together Friday night,” he panted, “and now I have so much cum for my sweet girl’s pussy!”
Those filthy words, along with his renewed thrusts, made me orgasm so fiercely that it felt like every cell of my body was awash in ecstasy. I let out a shuddering wail, struggling to stay upright. Arden’s strong hands supported me as his rhythm grew shallower, less fluid. I knew he was close, ready to fill me with his seed.
At the moment of his own orgasm, he choked back a shout. My spasms hadn’t yet fully subsided, and I could only whimper through them. Gazing down between us, I noticed his dick wasn’t all that deep inside me. I would soon learn why.
Swiftly, he pulled out, then eased me back so I was lying upon the desk. Since my legs were still spread wide, he had a perfect view of my well-fucked cunt.
And he clearly loved it! As I felt his semen begin to seep out of me, he sighed with utter satisfaction. “Oh, sweetheart, Daddy made such a mess of your pussy!”
For a long moment, Arden held me motionless while gazing between my thighs. I couldn’t help but smile at his rapturous expression. Toying with my nipples, I purred, “I love being your dirty girl.”
His own smile was tender when our eyes met. Reaching for some tissues, he gently wiped me clean. That act, so intimate, made me feel both vulnerable and cherished. After tending to my pussy, he slid my panties back up my legs. Then he drew me to him, and I nestled into his embrace. “You make me so happy, Paige,” he whispered.
I allowed him to pull up the bodice of my dress and straighten my outfit. I realized he liked caring for me in such a way, and I loved being cared for. Following a quick trip to the restroom, I returned to the front of the shop, and Arden went to unlock the door. I was relieved that we had no impatient customers waiting outside.
A little later, he stood at my side behind the counter. Turning toward him, I said, “If you’d like, I can scan the new inventory so it’s in the system.”
Arden smiled and shook his head. “What I’d like,” he said while daring to take me in his arms, “is for you to stay right here.”
I grinned, making no effort to hide my pleasure. Before I could respond, the shop’s door swung open, as if the person entering was determined to pull it off its hinges. Arden released me and stepped back, but not quickly enough.
My eyes widened at the sight of Jackson, who stopped short when he spotted me and Arden. The way he stared at my dress made me wish I’d worn something far less revealing.
His attempt at a smile looked more like a sneer. “Hi, Paige,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
