Secret Daddy(45)
“I’ve a parcel for you,” she said, holding it out in trembling hands. It was amusing, she was so frightened of me. What would she think if I told her I was thinking of spanking her for the hell of it, my cock already half hard at the thought of lifting that dress of hers, yanking down whatever boring little panties she wore, reddening her behind. “I’m sorry it’s a bit late. I had a puncture, you see.”
“I don’t want excuses,” I snapped. “I’ve had a day of excuses and I’ve had enough of them. You were supposed to be here by six. What the hell are you playing at?”
I enjoyed seeing her shy away again. Christ, she was so timid, like a little mouse. I bet she’d never been spanked in her life, never been tied down, never had the joy of a cock in her tight little ass. Her cheeks flushed deeper red as I continued to scowl at her, doing my best to hide the hungry smile that tried to cross my lips.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I don’t usually do this, only my housemate’s ill and she asked if I’d deliver this.” Her voice quietened with each word until the sentence was almost a mumble. I needed her gone. If she stayed any longer I was going to pounce on her and that wouldn’t be good for anyone. If she only knew what a perfect sub she’d make, how that timid little voice would be at its best calling me Daddy, begging me to let her come, screaming out my name.
“I told you I don’t want excuses. Give it here.”
She held out the parcel in shaking hands and I snatched it from her. “Don’t be late again,” I said. “Or there’ll be trouble.”
“No, sir,” she said, her knees bending in a half curtsey. She couldn’t have been more naturally submissive if she’d tried. “I am sorry it was late.”
“Go on then,” I replied, waving her away. “Off you go.”
She turned and walked over to the lift and I had to hope she didn’t look back. My cock was rock hard, the sight of her ass and those legs too much for me to take. Fuck, I hoped she didn’t come back. Thirty million to find, I wouldn’t find it under her dress. Perfect little girl or not, now was not the time to get distracted, especially as she stepped into the lift just as Archibald stepped out. He passed her with a nod before walking over to me.
“Is that what you were in such a rush to get home to?” he asked with a knowing grin after the lift door closed on her.
“She was just delivering something,” I replied before checking myself. Since when did I need to explain myself to him?
“I bet she was,” he said. “It’s all right, you can admit if you’re in a relationship, I won’t tell anyone.”
“I am as it happens,” I snapped, wanting that smile wiped off his face. “Now are we going to talk women or money?”
“What’s the difference?” he replied. “They both lead to ruin. Sorry, accountant humour.”
“You should know,” I said, leading him into the flat. “How much did you settle for in the end? Half a mil’ was it?”
“Three quarters but she wanted two. Being an accountant can come in handy sometimes.”
“An affair with a secretary. It’s such a cliché.”
“You saw what she looked like. Would you have been able to resist?”
“No, but I’m not married. What did your wife say about it all?”
“She’s very loyal,” he said with a shrug. “Now do you want to talk about my little settlement some more or shall we get back to work?”
“Work,” I said, thinking silently that I never seemed to have time to talk about anything but work. “Specifically, where the fuck has that thirty million gone?”
He started talking but I was still thinking about her and I wouldn’t stop thinking about her until I had her tied naked to my bed, calling me Daddy. The hunt was on.
THREE
EVANGELINE
Three days later, Clare asked me to deliver another parcel for her. It spoilt what had been a perfect couple of days, knowing I’d have to deal with that ridiculously arrogant man again.
I’d come home from being berated by him to find Clare asleep on the sofa. I’d fixed my bike that night which meant I got to ride out in the sun for leisurely little trips out of the city into the surrounding countryside the next morning and the day after that too. Each time I set off, I went past the empty shop at the end of the road, the daydream I knew so well washing over me and making me smile.
One day I’d have enough money to rent out that shop. I never knew where the money would come from, perhaps winning the lottery I didn’t take part in. Charlie Bucket style, I’d maybe find a ticket in the street and realise it was the missing winner and with the big fat cheque, I’d rent out the shop, hell, maybe I’d even buy it. Then I’d gut the inside, clean it up and my little bakery would go from dream to reality. It was a nice thought and it always made me happy. It might never happen but there was no harm in dreaming. Maybe Mr Millionaire would feel so guilty for snapping at me that he’d buy it for me. Yeah, and maybe I’d see flying pigs high in the sky above my head.