Yes Daddy, I Do (R18)

6

When I leave the apartment with Kate the next morning, I'm not at all expecting Nate to send me one of his cars, but when I see a black Range Rover I just smile.

We had dinner at a great restaurant yesterday and loved every minute. It is admirable and strange how much I long for him and seek his closeness.

I've of course told Kate about it and while she wishes me the best, she's not really thrilled about all of it.

I also absolutely have to tell Flora myself and avoid photographers taking pictures of us together and then spreading some kind of tall tale that my sister then gets to read. I can already imagine their reaction but I'm 22 years old and (hope I) know what I'm doing.

I look at the bodyguard, sighing in disappointment when he tells me that Nate had to go to the office early and therefore can't come with me. I nod my thanks and get into the SUV with Kate.

I can feel my whole body longing for this man and the fact that I didn't get to see him before work makes me sad, but he's a billionaire man, so maybe I won't always be first.

But will I be okay with it? I'm a very attention-seeking person and I need a lot of affection because otherwise I feel unnecessary and unwanted. I think I'll get over it just I hope no women jump on him because if there's one thing that gets on my nerves it's the fear of being cheated on, which is why I'm prone to extreme jealousy and I wanted it Nate tell, but he wouldn't let me, so I left it at that.

I hug my best friend as we arrive in front of her university and say goodbye to her before the driver drives off again.

Almost ten minutes later we reach the agency and just as I am getting off, the bodyguard stops me.

"Mr Vance is expecting you in his office for lunch at 12, Mrs Hamilton.", "Thank you for the information, Mr-", "My name is John, Mrs Hamilton, and I'm just doing my job," he replies gradually With just a nod I disappear into the huge building.

My mind keeps wandering to Nate during the tailoring and I just can't deny the fact that I missed his voice any longer. The time just doesn't seem to go by and for minutes I've felt someone killing me with their eyes, but I don't dare to look who it is.

"I didn't think anything was going on between you and Nathaniel." Mrs. Vance's voice suddenly sounds and makes me wince.

"I uhm-", "Sophia, my son may be very attractive and well-mannered, but he's not for you. You're still so young and inexperienced. I'm sure your father won't like this either. End it before more happens developed."

Her voice is soft as a feather, but the explicit command under her tone is hard to miss. My throat goes dry and my hands start shaking.

"Are you ordering it?" I ask in astonishment.

"No way, Sophia. I'm just giving you some motherly advice that I hope you'll take," she replies with a big smile.

"Mrs Vance, if you think I only want Nathaniel for his money, I don't," I say tightly. "I wouldn't care either. My son has had a lot of girls who just checked his bank balance and they were treated accordingly. Your dad is one of the richest men in America, why would you want his money. It's just supposed to be serve as a little warning Sophia you are so pure and beautiful that's probably what made you so interesting to Nathaniel as deep down in his soul he is as black as the universe himself a few things have happened to him that he doesn't tell anyone and that's how he behaves." She replies, and there's no malice in her tone.

"Well then, black is my favorite color. Thanks for the advice, Mrs. Vance, but I think I'm old enough to decide for myself.", "I trust you Sophia and I'm happy to work together. ", she just says and then leaves my office.

I look after her desperately, trying to understand why a mother keeps her son from happiness and without sounding evil.

Maybe she's right and I'll hurt myself more than I'll be happy?

But how am I supposed to find out if I don't at least try, just because Nate makes me so damn horny.

I take a deep breath before I call Nathaniel's office and, to my amazement, I'm put through immediately.

"Hello, Sophia." comes his wonderful voice, which resembles that of a god and, like the last few times, almost drives me insane.

"Hi, Nate," I reply, sighing loudly, playing with my hair and crop top.

"What's bothering you?" he asks immediately and my heart stops completely for a moment. Can he read my mind or did he just get that? If yes how?

"Tell me, Sophia," he orders me sternly, but also lets some softness flow into his rough voice.

"Your mother knows about us," I say, playing with the paper on my water bottle.

"And what's the problem? It's none of her business who I'm dating and especially who you are dating. What else did she say?" he asks and now he doesn't allow lies anymore, so I tell him just tell the conversation. I skip a few passages and hear his breathing become more ragged, probably because he's clenching his teeth in anger.

When I've finished, there's an awkward silence that makes me long to see him even more.

"We'll talk about that at lunch today, I have a meeting now," he says at some point sternly. "See you then," I mumble, taking the phone off my ear when I hear him holding me back.

"I want your p***y wet and ready, I want you for dessert," he breathes at me. His voice is suddenly much deeper and hoarse, raspy and totally wrapped in s*x.

"See you kitten." Nate just whispers before hanging up and I'm still trying to stop the pressure in my crotch.

And that's exactly why I wouldn't break up with Nate. He turns me on, gets me wet within seconds and gives me the best feelings I've ever had in my life.

I know my dad and especially Flora won't like it, but sometimes you just have to go against the grain and listen to other people's opinions, waiting for them to pull their noses out of your business and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Just before noon I enter the main building of Vance Industries and check in at the front desk for a meeting with Mr. Nathaniel Vance before boarding the elevator.

After the phone call, I thought about Mrs Vance's words for a long time, but somehow I couldn't convince myself to let it go.

Just the thought of seeing him again makes me all wet and I bite my lower lip with excitement. He's so damn hot and he wants me.

With those words in my head, I exit the train on the top floor before bumping into Nate's assistant, Mr. Miller.

"Mrs Hamilton, Mr Vance is waiting for you," she says, leading me to a gray steel door.

"Thank you.", "Bon appétit and if you need anything I'll get it for you."

I nod to her and smile in thanks before she even opens the door.

Nate's office is huge, at least the size of a football field, if not two. It's very simple, but has the same class and dominance as himself. Only one wall, and that's the one that overlooks the entire New York skyline, is made of glass.

"Thanks, Stefanie, you can take your lunch break now, too." Nate says, looking me in the eye as he walks towards me.

The woman closes the door behind her, and as the door slams shut, Nate puts his hand on my neck and pulls me against him before joining his lips with mine.

I moan immediately, enjoying the warmth that fills my body as he cups his hands on my bare waist. All day long I've been longing to be close to him like this again and now I've finally made it. I try to pull him closer to me, but I don't dare put my hands on his hips.

His lips are greedy and totally passionate, he separates and joins them together. Our tongues perform a dance of lust and I suck in the delicious taste of Nate deeply.

His hand falls so abruptly on my crotch that I bite his bottom lip and move my hips against his restless fingers.

"Somebody missed me." He whispers and licks my racing pulse.

I just nod and bury my face in his chest to keep from screaming as he pulls my panties aside.

I'm already addicted to the feel of his big fingers on my hot flesh and we've only known each other for three days.

Do we even know each other?

I immediately dismiss the thought and moan loudly as a finger slowly slides inside me, parting the web of my s*x.

"If you ask me very nicely, I'll make you c*m twice today." He whispers and kisses me addictedly.

"Can you make me c*m twice, daddy?" I ask, looking into his green crystals.

His eyes close and he moans loudly before beginning to massage my c**t with his thumb.

I half sob as he begins to move vertically through my s*x and as Nate's lips hungrily find mine, orgasm washes over me and I clutch his hair to keep from tipping over as my climax lengthens and catapulted me even further.

Once again I watch Nate lick his fingers with such delight you'd think he'd dipped them in chocolate.

"You taste so good," he whispers and kisses me, giving me some of my flavor and biting my lower lip before he pulls away from me.

That was a very warm and welcome greeting.

"Can I do something for you too?" I ask shyly, feeling like a 16-year-old who doesn't know how to ask her boyfriend if he wants a blow job.

"We'll get to that. Sit down, you must be hungry.", he replies and hangs his jacket on the heels next to the door.

Totally fascinated by this man, I watch as he approaches his table in slow motion and pure elegance.

He is so beautiful. A face you won't soon forget.

"What is it?" he asks and I can 100% say his smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I stall and tense up, feeling all high and my breasts responding to that tension in the air again.

"Come here, Sophia," he says sternly, giving me a clear sign that our season is over.

I walk towards him and notice how I slowly calm down.

I sit down on the table right next to his chair and look at him happily. He puts his hand on my thigh and then kisses my hand briefly before bringing the sliding table next to him and placing a plate of pasta in front of each of us.

"I want you to take me to a gala event tomorrow," he says, and my noodles get stuck in my throat because while I'm trying to get along with his mother, he drags me to a gala event.