Call Me Daddy

How Did I Do?

Amelia's POV

It took a while to get over that interaction, like a long time. The craziest part is, I couldn't even report him to dad because I didn't want him to get in trouble, just in case I might want to reconsider later.

I know, I know.

I hung out more with Brittany these days. She's pretty fun to chat with. I even told her about Coby cheating on me because of my s*x drive and she was chill about it.

Stuff like this I can't even tell mom, and yes I called her often to check on her.

It's been two weeks. Two crazy weeks of me trying to erase everything that happened, trying to stay away from my boss.

Ever since he pushed me away, he's been ignoring me like the plague. He barely paid extra attention to me like I've had to deal with before that rift.

I didn't feel great. I was awfully single and apart from the fact that dad probably wouldn't like me sleeping with his business partner, I couldn't find another reason why I was actually holding back from letting Uncle Dane corrupt me.

He doesn't seem to want me anymore. He's been around with that Dakota woman. No idea who she was, but she came to see him often and they would leave together.

I genuinely thought I was off his radar. I thought wrong. Very wrong.

After realizing that he crashed three of my dates because the last one confessed after I forced the truth out of him, I started freaking out again.

Whenever I met him at work, it was my turn to stare at him with hungry eyes and a hungry soul. What did he want? He wouldn't even look in my direction or talk to me. Another week passed, and I decided to test him again.

I went for another date. He crashed it. No idea how he was doing it but somehow he kept finding out and ruining it.

I lost my f*****g mind.

That morning I stormed right into his office.

“Stop it, Dane. f*****g stop it.” I practically roared.

He just raised his handsome face to look at me, bored out of his mind, but with that smile of his that never failed to weaken me.

“Good. I hated when you referred to me as your Uncle because I will never be your f*****g Uncle. Dane is fine. I like it, especially from you.”

Good lord. I almost forgot why I stormed in.

“You're unreasonable. Stop crashing my dates. You don't want me anymore, so let me be.”

“Who said I stopped wanting you? It's only grown since I realized that you're no better than me. You like to be choked, baby girl. I bet you like getting spanked. You'll like my big c**k. I bet you like getting f****d in the ass. You want a real man, a man like me.”

He read me like an open book. I felt so naked in front of him.

“You know nothing about me.” He just told me everything about me.

He just smiled.

“I don't work with words.”

“You seem to have a plan. What's your plan with me?” My breathing started to increase without my consent.

He rose up from his desk, walked to where I stood in front of the desk, then he leaned on his desk and pulled me to him, both hands on my waist. I let it happen.

“I want to fulfill all your deepest, darkest, desires, especially the ones your ex boyfriend couldn't give to you, those ones.”

Have you ever had a man hold you like this, telling you he wants to do every sickly delicious, depraved thing to you?

I. Couldn't. Breathe.

“Even if I like it or not? Even if I want it or not?” I looked down at him as he stared back, running his hands all over my waist, going lower, touching my ass and squeezing. I bit my lips deeply to stop my moans.

“Exactly, but then, you f*****g want it.”

“Do you realize how inappropriate this is?”

“Yet here you are, soaked. I don't even need to check to know.”

Good thing I still had that last shred of self control.

I leaned down and whispered into his ears.

“I quit.”

He wasn't shaken. He didn't believe me. Hell, I didn't even believe myself.

“I dare you.” Is all he said, letting go of me, daring me to turn around and actually walk out of his office and his company.

Then he started returning back to his seat, and I felt like I was losing my one chance at getting what I might truly enjoy.

As I looked at his figure retreating, guess who just lost that last shred? Me.

“Wait. Stop.” I demanded, and he stopped moving. As his full attention was focused on me, I took a deep breath, rode my pencil skirt higher, reaching for the waistband of my thong and tugging it down. He wasn't looking at my face. He was very interested in watching me reveal my skin.

I pulled down the thong until it hit the ground, then I picked it up and threw it at him.

“Fine. Impress me. Let's see what you've got. Let's see if you deserve me.”

He caught my thong, spread it wide on his desk, right on the soaked side, then he looked me dead in the eyes before he stuck out his long, expert tongue and licked it passionately, hungrily.

I stared, shocked, my throat dry. I had no words. I've never had a man so interested in tasting my arousal that aggressively. I clenched my thighs hungrily.

“I hope you're watching. This is a perfect example of what will happen to you if I raise my head up and you're still here.”

I was too enchanted to move an inch anyway.

I stayed put until he was done, and I watched the moment he raised his head up, saw me still standing there and nodded his head in approval.

“Good girl. Now come here, come to Daddy.”

I swallowed, walking towards him as he threw my thong into his pants pocket.

“You're such a good girl. Was it that hard to behave now? Was it?”

I didn't respond. I couldn't. I felt too much. I felt myself lifted off the ground, onto the desk.

Dane spread my legs wide, and proceeded to go on his knees. He spoke life right into the middle of my legs. He inhaled, groaned, teased, scratched my thighs, squeezed and bit into it, before I felt his nose hovering around my slit.

“Torture me to death while you're at it, Dane.”

I let out a yelp when he spanked my p***y. It hurt, but I wanted him to do it again.

“Shut your mouth, baby girl.” He stabbed me with his nose first, dousing it in my arousal, making me go crazy with need before I finally felt his tongue moving deep inside me. The man didn't understand the word progression. He started roughly and kept going.

He locked my thighs in his arms and ate me till I was completely ravaged, and I pulled at his hair in return, to soften how overwhelmed I was feeling, the insatiable need he was slowly fulfilling.

“What's my name?”

“Dane?” I was f*****g dying, crying my eyes out. Sometimes I would try to get away because it would get too much but he'll just drag me back to his mouth and suck. This man knew exactly what to do with his tongue and mouth.

“No. Say daddy.” f*****g hell. I didn't even risk defying him. He deserved it.

“Daddy.” I responded, hopeless, biting my lips hard with hooded eyes as he kept hitting a spot with his tongue until I saw the whole galaxy, f**k stars.

“Call me daddy.” He demanded again and I moaned it out.

“Daddyyyyy!” I was drenched in raw pleasure, and I forgot to hide it. I moaned loudly.

“Good girl.” I lost my mind.

When I squirted during an earth shattering orgasm, I gasped, looking down at his face to see it filled with my c*m. He's such a handsome man, God.

I was in complete disbelief. He gave me an orgasm. No way. I knew he would but witnessing it happen? I didn't know what to do with this new information.

I was shaking violently and it took forever for me to come back to my senses.

“Lick. I want your tongue all over my face, baby girl.”

He ordered, rising and pulling me up so I could sit on my ass on the desk.

It was more than anything I wanted at that moment, so I proceeded to lick off my arousal from every inch of his face and tongue and when he was satisfied, he grabbed my face with his hands and crashed his lips against mine.

I moaned right into his mouth, at the same time he cursed under his breath as he started removing the buttons of my shirt.

“I knew it. Soft lips. Fuck.” He groaned like nothing could soften the frustration he was currently feeling. I tasted myself in his mouth.

He reached for my t**s underneath my bra and squeezed.

“Mine, all mine. I won't let you go, Amelia.”

I nodded in agreement. Leave me for who anyway? Until I'm done with him in return, he's stuck with me. Whatever this sick twisted thing is all about, I'm very devoted to it now.

“So. How did I do?” He asked after we broke out of the kiss, smirking like he already knew the answer.

“Good. I liked it.” I'm very shameless, apparently.

“There will be many more where that came from. Now, go back to your desk.”