You are the Boss, Daddy

Two

02: Long Shower

His words echoed in her ears countless times as gbe car kept moving.

"Are you serious?" she asked before clearing her throat and his head nod came quite quickly.

"But, but-" She could not even think of an excuse to give him because she could not give one to herself either. He was a strange man she was encountering for the first time. He was incredibly wealthy and therefore, very powerful. He could have been doing anything else right now. Why would he take her to his house?

"I mean-" she stopped trying when he picked up the phone and said only one word "good" then hung up.

"Your car is in good hands. I will pick it up in the morning.

That is what the call was about?

" Okay. Thank you. But why? " she asked, biting her lip again like she always did when she was nervous. She felt like a naive little girl in a lion's den, unknowingly thinking that the lion is her friend.

But this was worse. She actually could not stop fantasising about him. It was like some spell had been cast upon her because even when she observed handsome, desirable men, her desire would fade away instantly. Sometimes she just needed a face to borrow for the night while she pleasured herself. It always helped if she imagined a ridiculously hot man was f*****g her or eating her out, because if she didn't, it immediately turned into Matt.

This felt different though. Michael seemed to have so many layers to him, and she was so eager to unpeel them all, including the physical layers.

She was a good girl though, at least as far as people should have been concerned, so she was not about to climb on his lap and lift her short dress to show him what he is missing out on. She could only do it in her head.

"Why not?" she finally remembered what his answer was and she went silent.

"sorry mum, sorry Rubes!" she thought to herself as the guilt nearly consumed her.

They had been driving for nearly half an hour when he finally turned to a very quiet street. There were mansions either side and her head kept turning as the houses got bigger and better the more he drove. Her success greedy side was definitely coming out. She wanted to own a house like that before at least thirty five. It sounded like a dream, especially since she was already adjusting her life to her income every chance that she got. There was no chance to save much at the moment.

Even if she had a house like that, she probably still wouldn't be happy. It quickly dawned on her that excessive spending was really just another coping mechanism she had. She started even long before Matt died. They were together since she was 16. He was her first and the only man she had ever slept with and opened up fully to. But even when he was around, she was lonely and finding joy in excessive spending. So why her life had to be so miserable thanks to his death eluded her. It had almost been a year since he died and she was still pathetic enough to be thinking about him.

She was so lost in thought, she realised only when he poked her arm that they had reached their destination and the car had been turned off.

"Are you the princess type? Waiting for me to open the door for you?" Michael asked before he got out of the car. Marlene was so slow today. Only when her door opened and he leaned forward to unstrap her seat belt did she really understand what he was talking about.

" Oh...um,you didn't have to!" She tried to seem less lazy but before she could even leave the car on her own, he lifted her from the seat and threw her over his shoulder before grabbing her phone and purse.

"What are you doing?" She demanded immediately. She could feel the chilly night breeze fanning her bare butt as he closed the car and locked it.

"What a way to just air your intentions like that. You could have just told me that you were interested. You would be surprised to know that it really isn't a definite no if you ask nicely!" she was rambling on without even realising what she was saying.

The only thing she knew is that she wanted him, badly. And she had been with only one man her entire life, and he was dead. Sleeping with just one more man would not immediately turn her into a slut. Maybe if she just lived out one fantasy, she could stop and go back to being normal.

"Don't flatter yourself.. I don't want you poking holes into the ground near my house." he dismissed her so quickly that she just wanted to vanish right then and there.

"Who said I was flattering myself?" she asked. If only she could stay quiet when she is embarrassed.

"What else would you call assuming I want to f**k you because I am carrying over my shoulder?"

Marlene really wanted to die in that moment. This had never happened to her.

"I never said you want to f**k me, clearly you don't!" Soon, they were in the house and she couldn't be more glad when he finally put her down.

"I never said that either. Stop putting words into my mouth."

There was a moment of silence after those words left his mouth. Marlene could feel her mouth salivating, which it usually did when she was extremely turned on. She swallowed hard as she looked into his piercing green eyes.

Michael was finally getting a good look at her. He had always only seen her from a distance, but up close and in the bright lighting of his house, she was gorgeous.

Her pale skin so smooth, her cheeks rosy, probably due to the cold outside and her lips. They looked better than he remembered. He knew he shouldn't linger long, but her eyes had a magnetic look to them. They were olive green, very similar to his and her strawberry blonde hair was barely hanging on in that high ponytail.

He should have kept his promise, kept a distance, but he could not watch officer Wet treat her that way. It was like fate. His first day back in the city and he just had to see her.

It had almost been two years that he was obsessing over her, and to let her grieve her asshole boyfriend, he never approached her once.

Now she was in his house. He was nearly losing his mind. He had already gotten a whiff of his arousal when he threw her over his shoulder, and he was too good at spotting it on her face too. He only needed one more confirmation that he wants her and he might just lose his s**t.

She bit her lower lip again and his pants got even tighter.

A cold shower. That's what he needed.

"As you can see, the house is under renovations. It is my first day back in the city and I did nit feel like sleeping at a hotel. The second floor is completely inhabitable and there is only one bedroom and bathroom on the ground floor. Bedroom is straight to the right after you enter the hallway. I will be in the bathroom." just like that, he turned away from her and headed to the left.

" I'm hungry! " She exclaimed. But was she really?

Why did she keep looking for a way to get him to stick around?

" Kitchen is straight that way. Help yourself to anything. Be useful and cook me a meal too while you are at it." He walked away instantly, leaving her jaw dropped.

She definitely didn't understand this man. One minute he was generous, the next he was hurling instructions like some king?

"actually..." she was about to clap back but she stopped herself in time. She was done embarrassing herself.

So she went straight to the kitchen and started looking around. She found her favorite snack. Beef jerky and couldn't help herself. She finished the entire packet before helping herself to a glass of pineapple juice.

The house was quite impressive. The kitchen was everything she wanted for her own kitchen. She was happy pretending that it belongs to her while he was away.. She had heard the water running in the shower just a minute ago and she was already getting too comfortable.

She grabbed her phone and took pictures of herself sitting on the counter, then pictures of the kitchen before she kicked her shoes away and began twirling in the kitchen.

The doorbell alarmed her, and cut her fantasy short

"Michael!" she yelled for him but there was no answer so she checked the door herself.

"Delivery." There was a man holding a brown paper bag and he quickly handed her the bag before he got back into his car.

She walked inti the house without any confusion. The smell of the food filled her nostrils and she quickly figured out that the food was from a very expensive restaurant in the city centre.

She had always wanted to have food from there, how did he know?

"I guess this means no cooking!"

She smiled before spinning around on the stool by the island.

Soon, she was bored again and boredom was forbidden for her.

Her clit began to throb again and she quickly checked the time. It was nearly midnight.

By that time every day, she had long put her v****a through enough, making herself c*m several times till she fell asleep with her vibrator in hand or her hands wet.

Now, just like with any addiction, she was already feeling the withdrawal symptoms.

She squeezed her thighs shut and bit her bottom lip before she growled lowly.

Why did she do this to herself? Sometimes she was convinced that she was not addicted, but that she discovered something that Matt could never give her and just went crazy. But moments like this proved her wrong.

The water was still running and now she had an idea on her mind. She really had to ignore it, but her impulses were always stronger than she wanted them to be.

"f**k! Go back, go back!" She was whisper yelling to herself but the more she insisted on going back was the further she went.

Just a peek. She needed more inspiration for what she was clearly about to do. Her v****a would not stop throbbing until she finally gave in.

So, she got on her toe tips as she reached the bathroom door. She did not even know what the structure of the room was, and yet here she was. What if he saw her immediately when she opened that door?

She wanted to retreat and abort mission but she was already so wet. How could she stop now?

She drew some air in and slowly let it out before pulling the golf door handle down and letting the door open ever so slightly. She couldn't see much, so she pushed it further.

She realised that right behind the door was just a large counter and two winks with a big mirror, but really, nothing else.

Walking in, she followed the sound of the water to a narrow hallway and at the very end of the short passage, she could see the shower. She could see him too. The glass was still clear and he had his eyes closed with his back facing her.

She could have lost her mind right there.

Where did this man get off looking so hot? His ass was tight, his back toned and his legs so mascular.

But that was not the only reason for her to lose her mind. There were low tuned growls coming from inside the glass as the cold water hit the floor, not even touching his body. His arm was moving vigorously as his ass clenched.

He was.....

He was seriously jerking himself off.

Her core tightened and her clit throbbed the longer she watched. She should have been more careful, but this was a point of no return.

She dug her soft, small hand into her panties and used her fingers to dip into her moist folds before lathering her clit with her wetness.

Then she began to draw slow circles over her swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing herself. Her eyes were pasted on him and she muffled her moans so she could listen to him instead.

"Yes!" she whispered as she quickened her pace and spread her legs more to give herself access to her vagina..

She started with one finger, then another and she curved them inwards to target her most sensitive spot, her g spot.

She could feel her body tensing, so she knew she was close. It did not take much to throw her off the edge when she was this desperate, when she had been wanting it for hours.

"f**k, say my name, daddy!" She thought she was being quiet but not even a second passed after she said that.. He turned around, a full body turn and a loud gasp escaped from her lips.

Her eyes moved down, staring at his prominent member. He was thick, hard and properly gifted with length too. His eyes were intensely fixed on her as pushed the glass door open.

Marlene thought of apologising immediately after digging her hand out from her panties, but running away sounded even better.

So she began to retreat and he toon more steps towards her. He was dripping wet, his wet hair nearly blinding him before he ran a hand through it to push it back. Her hands clung to the walk before she tripped and fell.

Before she could get up, he was right next to her, his c**k standing firmly above her face. Her eyes couldn't look elsewhere as she struggled to lift herself up.

She was swallowing hard. She couldn't remember when last she saw a d**k in real life, and the only one she had laid eyes on was nothing compared to what she was looking at.

"I tried to stop myself, but why continue to torture myself when you seem so eager?" He only said those few words that she had not even processed yet when he reached downwards and grabbed the low round bodice of her dress that revealed her boobs that were still squeezed together by her bra.

He lifted her up with just the fabric of her dress before she was finally on her feet.

She was so embarrassed. She knew she could get caught and yet she continued to spy on him.

She could not even think of a way to defend herself, she was a lawyer for crying out loud, why was she at a loss for words?

Before she could say anything, he tightened his grip on the bodice of her dress and pulled her towards him, her body bumping into his. She looked up at him sheepishly before he swung her over his shoulder again and walked towards the shower.

"Mi- Michael !" She shouted but there was no use in shouting. He had been properly provoked. Just one more reason was all he needed and she had just given it to him.

Before stepping into the shower, he dug his hand into her tight black dress and found the waist of her thong, pulling it down in one quick move.

Marlene gasps and her p***y throbbed as she watched her underwear getting tossed on the bathroom floor before she felt the cold water soaking her dress and her entire body.

Her hair was covering her face when he set her down on her feet and then backed her into the corner.

He adjusted the heat of the water, making it warmer before he removed all her wet hair from her face and held it into a low ponytail using hid hand.

Her eyes were fixed on his abs, she was clearly avoiding his eyes but that ceased to be the case when he pulled down on that ponytail he was holding together with his large hand and forced her to look up into his eyes.

"I won't lie to you, I am not going to be gentle."He whispered, his deep voice sending chivers all throughout her body as she gnawed on her bottom lip again.