Chapter 16: Daddy’s Dirty Little Secret: Chapter 16

Xander walked me from his car to his front door where he unlocked and guided me inside. It wasn’t the first time I found myself in this situation, but the last time had ended so awkwardly I wasn’t sure what to expect this time, especially considering he drove me here. I couldn’t just get up and leave this time.

“Want a drink?” he asked as he shut the door behind us. I set my purse on the table in his entryway, turning to face him.

“Can we just …” I reached for him, pulling him by the tie closer to me. His tie was loose, hair disheveled like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said he was on the verge of texting me for this booty call anyway.

Xander’s hands rose and rested on my shoulders, massaging away the ache. After seeing Dad in such rough shape, it made me appreciate this situation with Xander that much more. Maybe he just wanted something off-the-books, so to speak, but sexual tension added to my overall stress level. Getting relief from that made dopamine replace the negative feelings with happy feelings, at least for a little while.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked softly as he rubbed my shoulders. I wasn’t sure what to say because it wasn’t like we had that sort of relationship. When he tried to hug me goodbye that day in his office, we almost bumped heads. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it. God, I wanted it so desperately, but he was the one who laid down the rules, and I didn’t want to step on his toes, tell him I was falling for him, and ruin the whole thing.

“It was Dad,” I breathed sadly, splaying my palms on his chest. “He just refuses to let me take care of him. We argued and he was really angry.”

A flash of anger in his eyes resolved to disappointment and then worry in such a fleeting moment, I almost didn’t believe I’d seen it. It felt like he hoped I was arguing with someone else, or maybe he was feeling frustrated that I even felt like talking. I was here for a quickie, not for an emotional venting session.

“But we don’t have to talk about it.”

Xander’s hands slid down my arms to my hands. He cradled them in his grasp and licked his lips, backing away a few inches. “Amelia, we don’t have to do this. I can see you’re not into it.”

“Are you kidding?” I asked, forcing a chuckle. No, I wasn’t into this. I didn’t want bend-me-over-the-desk sort of hot, nasty sex we did in his office. I wanted hold-me-in-your-arms sort of making love where two souls intertwined their hearts until they became one. I couldn’t tell him though. “What problem can’t be solved by three good orgasms?” I grabbed his tie again and pulled him down until his lips met mine. He seemed stiff at first, hands lingering on my hands, until I pulled one away and rubbed the outside of his slacks. He was semihard and swelling, and the action seemed to snap him out of his funk.

“I mean it, Amelia. If you’re not into this, I don’t want to pressure you.”

“Take me now before I change my mind, sir.” I wagged my eyebrows, backing toward his bedroom, but he changed course, gripping my hips, turning me toward the kitchen.

I stumbled backward into a bar stool, and he leaned me against it, kissing me hard, taking my breath away. His hands were already at work stripping my clothing off, leaving it piled on the floor. I reciprocated the favor, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against mine. The intensity of his kisses and the urgency with which he undressed me made my core ache.

His mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses as he knelt in front of me. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down, tossing them onto the countertop, exposing me. His hands gripped my thighs as he brought me closer to him, his eyes locking onto mine.

“I’ve been dying to taste you again,” he growled before he dipped his face between my thighs. “Tell me you’re a bad girl, Amelia. Tell me how bad you are.”

Xander’s words vibrated my core as he abused my clit mercilessly with his tongue, flicking it back and forth. I arched my back, moaning his name as he lapped up every drop of my arousal, hands gripping the bar stool for support. My thighs squeezed his head; I uttered guttural groans when his tongue rubbed just inside my entrance, and something rose up in me that made me feel so nasty, so bad.

“I’m a little whore for you, Xander. I love it when you eat my pussy so good.” I bucked against him, grinding my hips against his face. He growled and sucked harder as he teased my holes with his fingers. “God, my pussy wants you so bad.”

He looked up at me with that intense gaze of his, exposing just how much he desired me as well. “I’ve been fantasizing about you in this position since our last little … encounter,” he said, his voice gruff with need.

“Oh God Xander, you’re driving me insane,” I panted, running my fingers through his hair.

“Mmm, look at how wet you are for me, Amelia.” He continued teasing my clit with his tongue and fingers before sliding them inside me. I moaned—a primal sound that I didn’t know I was capable of making. His fingers found a sweet spot, and I felt an orgasm tightening my coil.

“Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He groaned and the vibrations of his voice against my center sent me over the edge, coming apart on his face. I grabbed his hair as my body started shuddering, but Xander held me up, slowing his movements so my orgasm would last longer, and the aftershocks rippled through my body. I jolted and shook, my belly cramping, my toes curling, and when my body calmed, I was breathless.

He stood, his pants already undone and his erection jutting out. I expected him to bend me over the counter or table, but he scooped me up and pulled me against his chest. His strong arms carried me across the room, down the hall to his bedroom where he flipped me over and pinned me face down on the bed.

“Tell me the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done …” The rasp of his voice made goose bumps rise on my arms. I felt his hand on one shoulder, elbow on the other weighing me down, and I felt his hand stroking his dick. It was hot, though a little intimidating.

“I … uh …”

“Come on, Amelia. You’ve done bad things. Tell me the naughtiest one.” He nipped my ear, pelvis now grinding on my backside as he spread my cheeks and slid his dock up and down my crack.

“Well, I fucked my boss against the window of his office.” My mind raced, my body aching to have him inside me, and I had no clue what he wanted.

“Sounds like you’re a bad girl … Maybe you need to be punished,” he said, dipping his head into my soggy entrance. He thrust a little, slicking himself, but I knew what he wanted. “Maybe this needs to be punished,” he growled, pressing his dick against my tight entrance. It’d been a very long time since I did anal, but the minute he touched me I wanted it.

“Maybe it does,” I mewled, arching my hips upward into him.

He took it as permission, slicking his cock in my juices a few more times before lining up to the tight ring of muscles. When Xander started to thrust in, I clawed at the comforter, whimpering as he stretched me.

“Oh God, Xander!” I gasped as he went deeper. He hit something inside me that set off every nerve ending in my body. My pussy clenched around nothing, craving to be filled.

“So … tight …” he groaned, thrusting in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” I begged, unable to control the moans and whimpers that escaped my lips as he thrust so hard my entire body shook. There was nothing but him and this moment. When I felt him speed up, I forced my hand under my body, rubbed my clit with my fingertips.

“You like it when the boss punishes you, don’t you?” he growled.

“Yes, sir, please punish me,” I moaned, things I never thought I’d utter. It was hotter than anything I’d ever fantasized about. When he spanked my ass, lightly at first, and then harder when he picked up the pace, I whimpered in ecstasy. “Oh, God yes! Make me come!”

He roughly grabbed my hips and thrust into me so hard my body felt crushed, face pushing into the pillows. The plushness of the material muffled most of the moans that escaped my lips as my orgasm ripped through me, tightening around his own pleasure-seeking cock.

“That’s it … Be my little cum slut. Scream my name.” His orders were impossible to follow. I could barely breathe, let alone speak, but just saying the words seemed to do it for him.

Xander thrust a few more times until I felt his cock pulsing. I couldn’t feel his release—too absorbed in the waves of pleasure flooding me—but his body twitched, arm moved from my shoulders, and then he rolled to the bed next to me.

His chest heaved for a few minutes, body still taut, and I rolled to my side to face him. Both of us lay there catching our breaths, my body still pulsing with sensations. I closed my eyes and thought about why I drove to the office instead of home after that argument, about why my body just knew instinctively that being near Xander was the thing that would help me. Not the sex, just his presence. But I hadn’t had the courage to walk inside.

“I thought about calling you anyway …” he confessed, staring at the ceiling. One arm balanced over his forehead, the other lay draped over his belly. I propped myself up on an elbow and smiled the first genuine smile I’d had on my face since Dad went off on me.

“You did?”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “I’m just really frustrated at work right now. Nailing down clients isn’t my forte …” He looked thoughtful for a second and then said, “And there’s someone on staff that annoys the hell out of me. I can’t fire them for being a total douche, but sometimes I wish I could.”

I chuckled at his comment because there were a few people we worked with that made me feel like that too. I also chuckled because he grinned every time I did, and when he looked me in the eye and I saw the sparkle of emotion there, I felt like we were bonding finally.

“Yeah, I know a few people like that. You just want to throat punch them every time they open their mouths or something.” My hand flattened on the mattress, inching closer. I wanted to hold his hand, but he’d have to make the first move. This was his arrangement. Though, if it had been mine, I’d have taken the no-falling-in-love clause off the table.

“More like helping their head meet the concrete,” he said, and a deep belly laugh rolled up and out of him.

“I’m sure it’s just a phase. Things are going well though.” If work was where we had to start to come to a more personal ground, then I wanted to line up to the starting blocks because I was ready to race forward while he inched ahead.

“Things feel like they’re falling apart, and maybe I’m just too worried about it, but sometimes I get the feeling I’ve made a mistake.” Xander sat up and I followed him, scooting closer. The conversation seemed to take a more serious turn, like he was ready to bare his soul, but the moment I touched his arm he bristled.

“You haven’t made a mistake,” I told him, hoping to comfort whatever angst he was feeling.

Instead, he stood and grunted, “Bathroom.” Then he left me sitting there wondering if I said something wrong. He vanished out the bedroom door instead of into the adjoining bathroom. I tiptoed to the door and peeked down the hall, watching as he walked into the bathroom off the kitchen.

I had said something wrong. But what? Or was it that I touched him? But we just had sex. How could me touching him upset him like that?

When I saw him coming back, I rushed back to the bed, perched on the corner of it. Xander strolled in wearing his boxer shorts, carrying my clothing. He set it on the bed next to me and walked to his dresser and pulled a drawer open.

“I shouldn’t have been joking about personnel like that. I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.” He spoke with his back turned, tugging a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer.

“Xander, it’s okay. Really. I can keep it confid⁠—”

“My driver will take you wherever you want to go, home or maybe your dad’s house. Just let him know where.” I wanted to protest, to tell him it was okay to be vulnerable with me, but he didn’t seem open to hearing what I had to say.

I felt a little better than I had when he knocked on my car window, but that mood was slowly spiraling downward again. I stood, started dressing slowly, and Xander went on.

“Remember our agreement—no one finds out, and no other sexual partners.” He left out the part about no falling in love, but with the way he was acting right now my heart was picking up that red flag. He didn’t need to announce it.

“Yeah, okay,” I said, tugging my pants on.

“And thank you for coming.” He strutted over to me, grabbed both of my biceps, and pressed a hard, chaste kiss to my forehead—the kind my father would. It was less awkward than that sideways hug he tried on me before, but it spoke something I didn’t think he meant. Or maybe he did, and my stupid heart was too naive to believe it.

I stood there with my shirt in hand, watching him walk out of his bedroom. It was a big place, but not so large I couldn’t chase him down, shake some sense into him.

For a moment, I let myself think he was going to be vulnerable with me, open up, maybe bond. And his actions snapped me back to reality really quickly. I was here to be his sex pet and get my needs met, nothing more. My heart screamed for more. My mind screamed louder—No strings attached, dummy.

I was doing this to myself and I had to stop. I thought being close to him would be amazing, even if I couldn’t have him. But the closer I got to him on my end, the farther away he felt. How much closer could I get before he vanished and my heart was shattered?

I didn’t think I could handle that at all.