DADDY'S LITTLE KITTEN

F*cking Good Slut

Eloise's POV

Standing in front of the door leading to the sitting room, I grabbed the doorknob but didn't open the door. My head filled with everything that happened to me earlier today. I forced a smile on my lips and walked in.

"Mom! Dad! I'm b—" My words were cut short when my gaze landed on the man sitting on our single sofa. His face widened in shock when he saw me but he was quick to hide it. My p***y throbbed as he filled my head again, my legs shaking with needs. The man I sucked his c**k earlier, was inside our sitting room, sitting with my Mom and Dad.

No! This is impossible. Why would he be here?

"Honey, you're back" Mom smiled. "We told you you have an interview but you ran off" She said, giving me a glare.

Yes. I had left home to stay with Laura when Mom informed me that I will be having an interview with Dad's friend later in the day. I enjoyed staying home and didn't want to work—Not yet.

"Mom. I see we have a visitor" I ignored her words, grinning nervously, wanting to know why this bloody hot man was here.

"He's Ignatio Sandro, my friend" Dad spoke up.

The Ignatio Sandro I've always heard about was my Dad's best friend. If this man sitting in front of me is Ignatio, then I gave my Dad's best friend a blowjob!!

The realization hit me than any other thing could, making my eyes widen as I stare at his goddamn handsome face. My gaze fell to his trousers, his c**k tucked neatly into them. Sinful thoughts filled my head and I can't seem to shake them off even when I knew how wrong things were getting.

"You will be working as his secretary—That is if he says you pass his interview" Dad added. If only Dad knew what this man had done to me, if only he knew that I sucked his best friend's d**k a while ago.

"You mean, this man here will be my boss?" I croaked. The thought of giving him a blowjob while we are at work.

No! This is sinful! I definitely have to stop thinking like this.

"Stop being disrespectful, Eloise! Offer a polite greeting! He rushed here because of you!" Dad growled and I blinked, facing Ignatio once again.

I bowed slightly, avoiding eye contact with him. He's my father's best friend and just a few hours ago, he watched me strip for men and even f****d my mouth. Doomed!

"Hi, Mr. Sandro. I'm Eloise" I said, not being able to face him. I heard him chuckle, deep and sexy. My heart raced, p***y dripping wet for him. I wanted to press my thighs together and honestly, it took everything in me not to do that.

"Call me Daddy" His voice rose and that made my eyes widen in shock. I looked up at him and he had a smirk on. Daddy! That word, it made my p***y drip with so much juices. If not that my parents were here, I would crawl to him and beg him to f**k me.

"Looks like Ignatio is liking you already" Mom grinned. If only she knew...the meaning behind that word, how deep that word goes. If only she knew what was going on in my head about the man in front of me.

"We will give you two some space to discuss. We will be upstairs" Dad said. No! They were going to leave us all alone..!

"I hope she passes the interview" Mom said, and stood up, walking upstairs with Dad.

Now I'm left all alone with him...with the man that turns me on with only his voice. With the man that even after learning that he's my father's friend, I still want him to f**k me badly.

"Who do we have here. My little slut?" f**k! The way he said it wants to make me crawl to him, then kneel and take his c**k into my mouth.

I shake my head, trying to be sane. Just until this is over.

"Mr. Sandro. I'd like to clarify something. I'm not a slut like you think I am" I gulped, "I was in a bit of situation earlier and that's how I ended up there" I paused, watching his reaction but he was only smirking at me. Seductive! Making me so f*****g sensitive!

"You ended up sucking my big and lengthy c**k" He growled. The image of his c**k came into my head, making me groan.

I pressed my thigh together, my p***y pulsing as I bit my lower lips to hold back a moan. Then I looked up at him, and he was staring at me like I'm such an interesting lady.

"Looks like you need some help down there" He said, his gaze fixed on my p***y.

Fuck! This is not good.

I breathed out, stood up and glared at him. "Excuse me sir—" He cut me off with a growl

"I prefer Daddy. It sounds more slutty"

I flinched, gulping hard as I moved towards the stairs, gaze fixed on him. "I'm not a f*****g slut so don't think of me as one!" I growled at him. No! I want to be his slut, his little w***e.

"You can tell my parents I failed this interview. I don't want to work with you, you are my Dad's best friend" I said, voice low and careful.

When I said work, what did I mean?

I rushed upstairs, trying to get him out of my head but no, I couldn't. I curled up in one corner of my room, leaning against the wall as I fingered my p***y while thinking it's his fingers.

.... Such a f*****g good slut.....

I imagined him praising me and that made pleasure course through me, fingers moving faster in my cunt.

I needed an orgasm.

My back arching against the wall while I moaned Daddy.

"f**k me harder, Daddy" I cried, closing my eyes letting the pleasure run through the whole of my body.

My eyes were forced open when I heard the opening sound of my door. I paused, my fingers buried into my p***y.

It was him.

He caught me. Ignatio Sandro caught me.