Good….. I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't fucking cum" "Yes, Daddy" I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Mark Arthur, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I became Daddy's Little plaything.
View MoreI stared at the almond candy in front of me and sighed. I had told myself.
No more almond candies But yeah I couldn’t stop craving even when I kept telling myself that I could do it, I could stay a day without taking one. I sighed as I stared at it sitting temptingly on the desk, I shook my head—Fuck it. I snatched the candy, tore the wrapper and sighed as the chocolate hit my taste buds. I was addicted to candies, especially almond candy. I couldn’t stay a day without popping one into my mouth. My ex boyfriend used to tease me about it, the dork even said maybe it was the candy that made me insensitive to sex. I sighed again for the fifth time, adding that to another list of my problems. Something must be wrong with me how on earth would someone not react when strong hands massage your clit. Or when a tongue played with your nipples. Damn I had a problem, a serious one. Maybe after work today, I should hit a therapist or a doctor. The door opened and Beth waltzed in swinging her hips like Shakira “Sage dear” she said in her singsong voice. “Tell me you heard the news” she said and I stared at her in confusion. “What news?” I asked and she stared at me incredulously. “What news?” She echoed in disbelief, “Do you even work here at all” “Of course” I waved my hands at the computer on my desk. Beth shook her head. “You’re unbelievable, everyone knows this. It’s talk of this company” she said and I sighed. Truth be told, I barely knew what happened in this company. I had a whole lot on my mind and extra loads of problems. “Just tell me” I groaned and she shot me a look before plopping down on the chair in front of me. “The company has been sold…... .to someone else” she said and I raised a brow. Now I see why she was surprised I didn’t know this. This was indeed…..news. “So we get to move out, find another job?” I asked and she shrugged. She played with a lock of blonde hair on her forehead. “I don’t know, I guess we’ll see for now. Dave told me that the new owner said he would like to see the staff. Maybe he’s not gonna chase everyone out” she said and I let out my breath in relief. This was all my years of hard work. After Dad had died I had to struggle to climb all the way to get to his company and I didn’t fancy it all just toppling down. Beth's phone buzzed and I watched as her face lit up as she stared at the screen. She raised her head and grinned at me, she stood “Come on, Sage. He’s here” she said and I stared at her in confusion. “Who?” I asked and she raised her hands in exasperation. “Dammit Sage, the new owner, what the Fuck is going through that pea sized brain of yours” she said and I fought the urge to smirk. I followed her to where she pointed at our boss talking to a very tall figure. He was dressed in a dark tuxedo suit and his pants were well tailored, looking to be from the latest brand. His wristwatch alone, I was sure, could afford my salary for a full year and more. As if sensing us he turned and stared……right at me. For a moment my blood ran cold, not because of anything but because I could remember this face. This handsome dark haired man, with his green eyes which looked slightly older now. Then he smiled and my legs literally went weak, I stumbled forward and Beth had to tug on my arm to keep me on my feet. Why was I feeling this way? Why did my knees suddenly go weak from a single smile? This was weird. If the man in front of us seemed to notice me stumbling on my own feet he made no show for it. He turned to my boss, or rather our former boss. “You didn’t tell me she worked here” he said and the other man stared at me. “You know her Mr Mark” he asked. Mark, yes. That was what dad called him. Mark grinned, he didn’t answer the other man but instead walked to where Beth and I stood. He offered his arm. “Pleasure to meet you again Sage, you’ve grown so much” he said. His voice was deep, soothing. It ran through my bones and for a moment all I could do was stare. Another thing he didn’t know was that I had a crush on him back when I was still a young teenager. Beth jabbed me in the ribs jolting me out of my reverie and I offered a smile and shook his hand. “Yes Uhh…..Mr Mark. It’s nice to meet you too” I stammered and she sighed. Pls let my hand go. My panties are wet. Fortunately he let my hand go and I let out my breath. What the hell was wrong with me. Why was I getting aroused from a single touch I thought I couldn’t get aroused. Heck I had even planned to go to a doctor to check my condition after work today. “Hit me up when you’re done with work. I'd like to take you out to dinner. To catch up, good?” He drawled and I nodded. “Yes…sir” I said and he nodded to Beth and walked away. The other man followed. Beth stared at me in surprise. She punched me in the arm and I winced. “Hey” “Holy mother of……..you freaking know Mark Arthur” she said as we walked down a series of stairs back to the office. “Yeah so?” I said trying to act nonchalant and she shook her head. “You’re upside in the head Sage. That’s one of the richest and most prestigious men in America and he just shook your hands like you’re family.” She replied. “It’s nothing” I ground out. “Yeah it’s nothing,” she said sarcastically. “And hey I saw your licking your lips when he held your hand” Damn I was in for one hell of a rough ride. And how on earth did one get aroused from a handshake. He smiled at me, “Come on, let’s go eat we have a lot to catch up on” Yeah we do.Sage's POVThe woods felt heavier today, more lonely. The air was thick and still, like it was holding its breath. Mark said this place was safe, that no one would find me here. But being hidden away like this — isolated from everything I knew — was starting to feel less like protection and more like a cage.I wandered through the penthouse, restless. The sleek, modern furniture seemed so out of place against the rugged backdrop of the forest. Mark had brought me here to keep me safe, but some days, it just felt like he was keeping me out of the way.Was he having doubts about us again?It had been days since he left. He’d just do quick, clipped phone calls to check if I was okay, if I needed anything. He made no promises of when he was going to be back, no hints about what he was doing. Just his steady, distant voice that always left me feeling comforted but more uncertain.My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. I paused.Could it be?I checked the screen before answering an
Mark's POVI walked back into the office feeling like I was stepping into a cage. Well nothing had changed, the noise — the ringing phones, the clacking keyboards, the low chatter — it all washed over me.. I hadn’t been here in days, weeks maybe, yet the place didn’t miss a beat. The world would still be spinning, even when mine looked like I stepped on the brakes.I kept my head down, trying to make it to my office without running into anyone. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I didn't want to have to explain myself.“Mr. Arthur!”Fuck.Beth’s voice snapped me out of my haze. She headed for me, her steps brisk and hurried. She looked relieved and curious, and I suddenly felt exposed.“Hey, Beth,” I muttered, forcing a smile and hoping it wasn’t obvious that I was forcing one.“It’s good to see you back,” she said, her eyes scanning my face. “I was starting to worry. Everything alright?”“Yeah,” I answered too quickly. “Just... had to take care of some things.”Beth nodded slowly, she
Sage's POVMornings had a way of feeling heavier lately. The sun would filter through the blinds, casting its soft light across the room, but it didn't reach the cold feeling that was inside me.Mark was still asleep, his breaths steady and deep beside me. The room felt unnaturally still, like the quiet was holding its breath, afraid of waking him.I watched him for a moment, the way his face softened when he slept, the boyish innocence, the way his dark hair curtained his eyes. No tension in his jaw, no guarded look in his eyes. Just Mark—unguarded, vulnerable, peaceful. The sight of it did something inside me, something that I possibly couldn’t explain in words, even to him.I wanted to reach out, to touch his face, to brush the stray strands of hair from his forehead. But I didn’t. Instead, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him.The floorboards creaked softly beneath my feet as I moved through the apartment, the wooden floor was somewhat cold, seeping through my socks.
Sage’s PovIt was late.Too late.The kind of late that made my mind wander to dark places, filling the quiet apartment with shadows and whispers. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second a reminder that Mark wasn’t here……yet. He said he was going, he said he was gonna be here He should be.I paced the length of the living room, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. My phone sat on the coffee table, silent and tempting. No texts. No missed calls. Just a dull, black screen that felt heavier than it should.This wasn’t like him, Not anymore.Mark had made me promises—promises that he wouldn’t leave me guessing, wouldn’t leave me stranded in this limbo of worry and fear. Promises that had felt like fragile, precious things I was too scared to hold onto.But I tried. I’d tried to believe him well until……tonight.I checked the clock again. 2:17 a.m.I sat on the couch, pressing my fingers to my temples, my head throbbing from the endless tempest of worrying. Maybe I should just
Mark PovSage was going to kill me.It wouldn’t be quick either. I am sure she would make it hurt, make it last. Not physically—no, she wasn’t that type, hell she couldn’t even take me on physically, I’ll break her. It’d be worse. That cold, disappointed silence. The way she’d look at me, all those unspoken words weighing on her tongue. Like I’d betrayed her trust.Like I’d lied. And maybe I had.I told her I’d come back, didn’t I? I promised her, forehead against hers, her hands had gripped my shirt like she could keep me from leaving.I promised, but right now I was staring down the barrel of a gun.Cholo’s eyes were dark, his smirk like those bastard in the movies—those fucked up villian. His men flanked him—six, maybe seven, hard-eyed bastards who looked like they’d done more than just rough up a few guys in alleys. I knew their type“Funny thing,” Cholo drawled, taking a step closer. “I was under the impression we had an understanding.”I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just stared r
Mark’s POVSage thought I was leaving her behind. She thought I was walking out that door and never coming back. I could see it in her eyes, the way she clutched my shirt like she could hold me here if she just held on tight enough.She was wrong. I wasn’t leaving her. NeverI was protecting her. I lifted a hand, brushing my knuckles along her jaw. She was so small, I mean beside me—so fucking fragile, and Cholo thought he could take her from me?Over my dead body.“Mark,” she said softly, like she already knew she wouldn’t like what I was about to say.I sighed. “Don’t fight me on this.”Her eyes flashed. “Then don’t shut me out.”I clenched my jaw. Fuck.She always did this. Always wanted a say, wanted a fight. And usually? I let her have her way, but not today Not this time.“You’re staying here,” I told her, my voice flat.She exhaled sharply. “Mark—”I kissed her. Shut her upShe froze for half a second before melting into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body pressing
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