Bestfriend daddy’s Special interview II

Maya’s POV

The first thing I heard when I stepped into the office is his voice. “You are late.”

I looked at the clock on the wall. It said 8:55am. I was five minutes early. “I… I am sorry, sir,” I whispered. My voice shook.

He was sitting behind his huge desk. He looked up from some papers. His eyes were dark. They moved over my body. I wore a simple blue dress today. It was not too short.

A small smile touched his lips. “It does not matter. Close the door.”

I turned and pushed the heavy door shut. It clicked. The room became very quiet. “Come here, Maya,” he said.

I walked to the front of his desk. My shoes were quiet on the big rug. I stopped. I held my hands together so they would not shake.

He stood up. He walked around the desk. He did not stop this time. He came right up to me. His body was so close. I could feel the heat from him. I looked down at his shiny shoes.

“Look at me,” he said.

I lifted my head. His eyes looked into mine. They were serious. A little hungry. My stomach did a flip.

“The first rule,” he said. His hand came up. He touched my chin with one finger. “You are never late. Even when you are early. You understand?”

I nodded. His finger felt hot. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” His hand moved from my chin. It trailed down my neck. Over my collarbone. The touch was so light. It made my skin buzz. His fingers brushed the top of my dress. Over the thin fabric covering my chest.

I held my breath. My body felt tight. Awake.

“The second rule,” he whispered. He leaned closer. His mouth was near my ear. “You do what I say. Exactly what I say. When I say it.”

“I will,” I breathed out.

“Prove it,” he said. His voice was a low rumble. “Lift your dress for me.”

My heart beat so fast. I looked into his eyes. They were waiting. I reached down with trembling hands. I grabbed the hem of my blue dress. I slowly pulled it up. The fabric slid over my thighs. Over my hips. I kept pulling until the dress was bunched around my waist.

I stood there. My legs were bare. I wore simple white panties. The office air felt cool on my skin.

He looked down. His eyes moved over my legs. My stomach. He did not touch me. Just looked. It felt more intense than a touch.

“Very nice,” he murmured. “Now the panties. Take them off.”

My face felt hot. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties. I pushed them down. They fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I left them on the floor. I was naked from the waist down. I felt so exposed. So open, but I liked it. A shiver ran through me.

“Turn around,” he said. “Bend over. Put your hands on my desk.”

I turned slowly. The big wooden desk was in front of me. I placed my palms flat on the cool, smooth surface. I bent forward at the waist. My dress fell over my back. The position made my heart race. I felt him step close behind me.

His hands settled on my hips. They were warm and heavy. He squeezed. “You are doing very well, Maya,” he said. One hand left my hip. I felt his fingers trail down. Over the curve of my bottom. Then lower.

He touched me there. Between my legs. His fingers slid through my folds. I was already wet. Slick for him. A soft sound escaped my lips.

“You are ready for me,” he said. It was not a question. He rubbed his fingers over my most sensitive spot. Slow circles. My knees trembled. Pleasure shot through my belly. Sharp and sweet. I pushed back against his hand. I wanted more.

I heard the sound of his zipper. The rustle of clothing. Then I felt him. The thick, hard press of him against my entrance. He was not inside yet. Just there. Teasing.

“Do you want this job, Maya?” he whispered. He pressed forward just a little. The head of his cock pushed into me. Just an inch. A gasp caught in my throat. It felt so big. So full.

“Yes,” I choked out. “Please. I want it.”

“Then take it,” he said.

He pushed forward in one slow, deep stroke. He filled me completely. A cry tore from my mouth. My hands slapped against the desk. The feeling was so much. Stretching. Filling. Owning. He held himself there, buried deep inside me. I felt every inch. I panted for air.

Then he moved. He pulled back almost all the way. Then he pushed back in. A slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust made my body shake. The desk creaked softly. My mind went blank. There was only this feeling. The slap of our bodies. The hot, hard slide of him inside me. The coil of pleasure tightening low in my stomach.

His hands gripped my hips hard. His thrusts became faster. Harder. He was pounding into me now. The sounds were loud in the quiet room. Skin on skin. My ragged breathing. His low grunts.

“You feel so good,” he growled. “So tight for me.”

His words made the heat inside me burn brighter. I was close. So close. The pressure was building. My whole body was tense. Waiting.

One of his hands snaked around my hip. His fingers found that sensitive spot again. He rubbed it in fast, tight circles as he thrust.

That was all it took.

The pleasure exploded. It crashed over me like a wave. My body clenched around him. White lights flashed behind my eyes. I cried out his name. “Mr. Havisham!” The sound was loud. Desperate.

He groaned. His thrusts became rough and uneven. Then he pushed deep and held there. I felt him pulse inside me. A hot rush filled me. He stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard.

Slowly, he pulled out. I felt empty. Weak. I stayed bent over the desk, trying to catch my breath.

He fixed his clothes. I heard his zipper. Then his hand patted my bottom. “Good girl. You can stand up.”

My legs were shaky. I straightened up. I pulled my dress down. It felt strange against my sensitive skin. I turned to face him. He looked perfect. Not a hair out of place. I felt messy. Used.

He walked back to his chair and sat down. He picked up a pen. “Your first task is on the tablet. The password is your new employee number. It is on the sticky note.”

I saw a small tablet on the corner of the desk. Next to it was a yellow note with numbers. I picked them up. My hands were still trembling.

“You may use the private bathroom to clean up,” he said, not looking up from his papers. “Then get to work. I have a meeting soon.”

I just stood there. His seed was trickling down my thigh. My body still hummed from what we did. And he was talking about work. About a meeting.

“Okay,” I whispered. I started to walk toward the door he pointed to.

“And Maya?” he said.

I stopped. I looked back.

“Do not forget rule three,” he said. His eyes met mine. They were hard. “This stays between us. Not a word to Chloe. Not a hint. Do you understand what would happen if you slip?”

I nodded fast. The fear was cold in my stomach. “I understand.”

“Good. Now go.”

I went into the fancy bathroom. I locked the door. I leaned against it. My body was screaming. My mind was a storm. I had just had sex with my best friend’s father. For a job. And I had liked it. I had loved it. The guilt was a sharp rock in my throat. But the memory of the pleasure was a warm pool in my belly.

I cleaned myself up with a warm cloth. I looked in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed. My lips were red. I looked… different.

I walked back into the office. He was gone. The room was empty. I sat at the small desk in the corner. I turned on the tablet. I typed in the numbers. The screen opened to a list of tasks. Boring things. Schedule a car. Order lunch. Answer emails.

I tried to focus. But my body was still awake. The place between my legs felt tender. Achy. Good. I shifted in the chair. The feeling made me think of him. Of his hands. His thrusts.

A heat spread through me again. I looked at the closed office door. I listened. Silence. He was at his meeting. I was alone.

The need was sudden and powerful. It pushed the guilt aside. I slid my hand under my dress. My fingers found my wetness. I was still so sensitive. I touched myself. A soft moan escaped my lips. I closed my eyes. I thought of him. His smell. His voice. The way he filled me.

“Mr. Havisham,” I whispered into the quiet room. My fingers moved faster. The pleasure built quickly. Too quickly. My breath came in short gasps. I was almost there…

The main office door clicked open.

My eyes flew open. My hand froze. I pulled it from under my dress. I sat up straight. My heart tried to jump out of my chest.

Footsteps. Then a familiar, cheerful voice called out.

“Dad? Are you in here? It was Chloe.