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.
Lihat lebih banyakI 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 POV The sun was already streaming through the blinds, painting stripes across the duvet. I woke up feeling pleasantly wrecked, every muscle vibrating with the memory of the night before. Mark had been ferocious, desperate, like he was trying to exorcise every demon in the room, and I loved every chaotic second of it. I smiled, reaching across the cool sheets for his solid body, eager for a round two. But the space beside me was empty. My eyes snapped open. Not just empty, but cold. I frowned, sitting up. He never left before me. He was always there, usually scowling at his phone while I stole his body heat. That’s when I saw the note. It was propped against my glass of water, held down by his heavy, silver wristwatch. My stomach tightened, a cold little knot forming. I snatched the note up. It was Mark's messy scrawl, quick and rushed. "Love you. Went to Egypt. Back soon. Don't worry. M." I stared at the paper, then burst out laughing. It wasn't a happy sound; it was hyste
The silence in the bar was thick and sticky, broken only by the whimpering of the attacker beneath my knee. But I pressed harder, demanding a name, demanding an organization. I could feel the adrenaline fading, leaving behind the cold reality of my exposed vulnerability."Who. Sent. You," I ground out, my forearm tight against his throat.The guy just shook his head, a desperate, strangled sound escaping his lips. His face was a mess of blood and pain, but his eyes held something I didn't like—a chilling professionalism, even in defeat. He was ready to break, but he wasn't ready to talk.Suddenly, his body went rigid. I felt a quick, subtle shift of weight, a muscle twitch, and before I could compensate, his hand shot out. Not toward the dropped gun, but toward the small, sharp edge of his broken stool leg lying on the floor.He slashed it upward, aiming for my leg.I reacted instinctively, rolling off him to avoid the strike, the movement burning across my bruised ribs. That single s
Mark POVThe scallops were bland. The bourbon felt like water. Every sound in the decadent restaurant grated on my nerves, but I kept the performance going for Sage. I laughed at her jokes, kissed her hand over the tablecloth, and watched her eyes with enough intensity to convince a film director. All while the coordinates to my personal hell burned a hole in my pocket.She was vibrant, relaxed, and finally happy. I had to shatter that peace in forty-eight hours, and the lie was already choking me. We got home late. I let her go ahead to the bathroom, that innocent sound of the running water a painful soundtrack to my treason. I slipped into my office, pulled out the burner phone I hadn't used in months, and texted Hector: Operation Clean Slate is now Operation Inferno. Prep Cairo. ETA 24 hrs. Tell no one.The flight was too soon. Too public. I had to create a gap—a controlled moment of vulnerability that would draw out the rat watching the penthouse. The note hadn't been specific a
Mark POVThe victory felt heavy, and somehow incomplete. I watched Alistair Vance get hauled out by security, yelling obscenities that no one cared about. I’d won the battle, securing my position and exposing the corporate rat, but standing there in the boardroom, the silence wasn’t celebratory. It felt like a warning.I ignored the sycophantic praise of the board members and walked straight out. I needed Sage. I needed the messy, undeniable reality of her to clean the corporate grime off me.I found her waiting outside the door, her emerald dress vibrant against the sterile gray of the hallway. She looked triumphant, a true queen.“You were magnificent, Mark,” she murmured, her hand immediately going to my chest.“He was a small problem, easily dispatched,” I said, pulling her into my side. “Thorne is still the loose thread, and your vultures still have my resources tied up.”“We celebrate the small victories,” she countered, tipping her head back. “Vance is gone. That’s a win.”We
The apartment buzzed with activity, not from press or bodyguards, but from Hector's covert tech crew. They looked less like spies and more like exhausted IT professionals, running cables and whispering into headsets while Mark gave orders from the kitchen counter."I want the digital footprint of Alistair Vance erased and rebuilt with a massive, glaring vulnerability," Mark commanded into his phone, his voice a low, focused rumble. "Give me something undeniable. Something that links him directly to a hostile takeover attempt."I watched him, nursing a cold cup of tea. He was back in his element now, not fighting bullets, but fighting spreadsheets. It was just as brutal."You look beautiful when you're committing corporate espionage," I commented, sliding a hand up his arm.He glanced down, a flash of appreciation in his eyes. "You look beautiful when you're getting me fired." He kissed my forehead, then pulled his focus back to the war map. "Hector, what do we have on Thorne's liquid
"Alistair Vance is playing a dangerous game," Mark finally announced, running a hand over the back of his neck. "He's banking on the scandal forcing my hand. He thinks he can buy the necessary votes by Friday.""So, we give him a distraction," I said, hopping off the desk. My own adrenaline was high. This corporate warfare was almost as fun as dodging bullets. "We flood the airwaves with something shiny and undeniable, proving you're exactly where you want to be."Mark paused, a dangerous glimmer in his green eyes. "Go on, little bird.""We go public, Mark. Really public." I walked toward the closet, already planning the visual. "They want to attack your personal judgment? We prove your personal judgment is sound—and stable. No hiding, no denying. We lean into the story.""And the company?""The company needs a stable face," I countered, pulling out a sleek, black dress I hadn't dared wear yet. "And right now, that face is you, choosing happiness. We go out, Mark. We give them th
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