Mommy, Please Love Daddy

CLARISSA

"He would be leaving in a few, then I would be able to clean his office."

"Oh okay, try to be quick, we have a lot of preparation to do for tomorrow." My best-friend, Denise told me and I sighed, staring longingly at my boss's door.

"Well, knowing Mr Frost, I might be here until early hours of tomorrow morning, this man works like he's some superhuman…" I sighed.

Just as Denise started to speak again, the door to his office pulled open and he stepped out with a slight smile on his face, his square-shaped glasses perched on his nose and his phone to his ear.

Just like that, I was not hearing anything Denise was saying anymore, and my mouth went slack and extremely dry.

"I'll… call you later, okay? Bye." I hung up right away.

This reaction happened every single time I saw this man. He was perfection. A six foot god with a ripped body, lean muscles and a perfectly sculpted face. He had a perfect olive tan and crisp black hair that fell over his face. His eyes were a very stormy gray, cold, only lighting up a bit when his wife was around. Yes, wife. This Greek god of a man had gone ahead to break every single New York spinster's heart by marrying too early. It was the only reason I had not thrown myself at him yet. His wife seemed nice. Also, I barely had the balls to do it. Maybe Frost, but definitely not me.

I let him lock the door and walk away without sparing me a glance while I stood there by the corner. I could have simply asked him not to lock the door, that I would be cleaning right now anyways, but then, I was always tongue tied around this man.

Sighing, I watched him disappear into the elevator before entering his office with my cleaning tools. Firstly, I sat on his office chair with a smile on my face, opening his switched off laptop and typing into it whilst I pretended that I was some kind of assistant, instead of an ordinary cleaner.

Minutes later, I gently closed his laptop, stood up and got to work. After I was done cleaning every nook and cranny, I decided to sniff my armpit and shuddered from the stench.

Would it be so bad if I had a quick shower in here?

I peeped into his bathroom, stunned by its neatness and luxury once again. No matter how many times I saw it, I could not stop being amazed.

Everywhere I looked there was either glass, a gold furniture, marble, or many

After a while, I got out of my clothes, telling myself that I would only take a minute. What was the worst that could happen? Mr Frost had gone home already…

Gingerly, I stepped into the bathroom and after several minutes, I finally discovered how to turn on the shower and began to lather myself with every single body wash I saw there. I made sure not to use much though, cautious about him noticing in the morning. The hot water poured down my rather soft skin and massaged my bones it poured down on me with a full force.

By the time I finally decided to get out of his shower, I had spent almost thirty five minutes in already, so I hurriedly dabbed my skin clean and threw on his towel, hoping he smelled me on it the next day.

At the thought, a smile took over my lips as I stepped out of the bathroom. I had only taken a few steps forward when the front door pushed open and my heart legit flew to my mouth for the first few seconds at the sight in front of me.

What was Mr Frost doing here again so soon?

He reeked of alcohol too, and his clothes, which had been well-arranged at the time he left was now really tattered… What exactly had happened to him? Well, I was definitely not waiting to find out.

Thankfully, he had not turned to see me yet, so I did what every normal human being would; I turned around swiftly and began to tiptoe back into the bathroom as quietly as I could.

I did not get far.

"Who the fuck are you?" I heard his voice holler, heavy with liquor. Fear grabbed me by the throat.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, fastening my steps towards the bathroom this time. Cold sweat broke out all over my skin as soon as a hand wrapped around my hand before I could escape.

"What are you doing in my towel? Aren't you the cleaner?" He tried to turn me around so he could see my face, but my toes were gripping the hard floor so hard, it seemed impossible for me to move.

Seemed, however, because the moment he exerted his strength in the pull, I had whirled around at once and was staring straight at my boss's formidable face.

"S-Sir…" I started, my lips shaking violently. He looked me over, his eyes different. I could smell the liquor on him, strong as hell.

Just how drunk was he?

"Take it off." He insisted, finally letting his eyes focus on my face. My eyes widened several inches and I even had to stick my fingers in my ears to clean them just to be sure I heard right.

"What… What did you say, Sir?" I asked, my face beet red by now. I couldn't have heard wrong…

He moved closer so we were standing toe to toe, then with his breath fanning my face, he told me, "I said, take my towel off this instant."

Swallowing, I turned around to rush into the bathroom and do as he said, but then in a flash, the towel was ripped off my body and the cold of the luxurious office hit me right away.

I was frozen in my steps, I did not hear him come behind me until he was flush against my naked back. I gasped, feeling his hard member poke my butt through his pants.

Was that for me?

Despite how wrong this felt, despite the fact that I was basically being assaulted, I could not deny how hot this made me feel, how soaked I had gotten from his proximity even if he hadn't literally laid a hand on me yet.

"You're shaking. Are you cold? Or is that… fear?" He questioned against my ear, his voice tight, his breath reeking of alcohol.

It was quite shameful that I had no atom of fear in me right now. In fact, for some stupid reason, I was of full belief that this man would not hurt me…

Stupid, I was so stupid.

"… I don't think I'm scared of you, Sir… At least, not like this…" I let myself say the truth.

"Hmm. How would you deal with it if a partner commits the worst offense, then goes ahead to tell you he or she did it because the person wanted to be free? He or she has been living in fear all along… All her shivers, all her cries, all that was just fear. It was a duty, nothing was true…" His hand finally rested on my right hip, his breath fanning my neck now. It was so cold in the room, yet I was so hot, I barely heard a word he said, even.

I just… I prayed he did not get to feel how soaked I was down there for him. I would not be able to show my face here again if that happened…

"I'm… I'm so sorry about whatever is bothering you, Sir. I wish I could help."

"Who said you couldn't?" Mr Frost muttered, then spun me around too easily. I wrapped my arms around my chest in a futile attempt to cover my small C-cups. He simply gave my body a once over and then looked back at me, "I want real shivers, I want real moans, and I want them from you."

I was not allowed a response, I only felt my feet leaving the ground and then I was carried to a different room inside his office. He practically threw me into his bed and when he climbed on top of me, he muttered against my lips,

"If they are not real, do not do it. I want everything real, from the shivers, to the moans… everything. I would make it good for you, give me your best truth." He instructed like this was a business deal and he was not about to have sex with an employee.

And why did I still lie here?

Before I could open my mouth to protest, he had parted my legs and slapped my pussy, hard.

I cried out, shocked to the brim. My elbows came up on the bed and I peered at him but he was looking straight at my cunt.

"Just checking to see if you enjoy pain. You do. I do not think we have a problem, then."

With that, he slipped two fingers inside me and began to pump them inside of me, in and out until I was dizzy with need.

His eyes stayed on mine throughout, like he was reading me… I could not help but wonder what he saw.

Was this actually happening, though? Why did it feel like one of my delusional wet dreams?

"You feel so good…" He commented in a hoarse tone, adding another finger and causing me to lean off the bed with a slight gasp.

I had not really been with many men… by that, I meant that I had only been with one man, ever, and even his dick did not stretch me as much as my boss's thick fingers.

Mr Frost kept pumping his fingers into me with that glazed over look in his eyes, until I was unable to hold it in any longer. My legs shook as my first orgasm broke out of me. He yanked his fingers out of me at once, causing a sad whimper to escape my lips. His hands went for his belt right away though, and by the time he took out his dick, my jaw was on the ground.

"Oh my God…"

He flashed me his signature frown, lowering himself so he hovered over my naked body. Then he whispered against my lips, "Cole. Not fucking god. Cole."

With that, he slammed into me in one fluid go, and my shriek was the loudest thing I had ever heard.

He didn't let me hide my voice though; instead, Cole made sure I was as vocal as possible throughout the night as he defiled my body in every way, every position.

This was definitely a huge mistake, but it was the best mistake I had made in a while.