All Chapters of FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I swear the universe has a sick sense of humor. After a year of rejection emails that felt like papercuts to my miserable soul, I had finally, finally , landed an interview at Oliver Tech Inc. The biggest name in cloud storage this side of Silicon Valley. And I was late for my interview.My ancient smartphone, bless its soon-to-be-replaced heart, decided 7:45 AM meant 8:45 AM. I scrambled out of the Uber, my new, interview-appropriate skirt suit feeling less "professional" and more "panic-induced sweat." I burst through the sleek, glass double-doors of the Oliver Tech lobby, skidding to a halt just shy of the marble reception desk.“Zoe Knowles, here for the tech intern interview,” I gasped, clutching my chest. “I am so incredibly sorry. My… my alarm clock must have been set to the wrong time zone.”The receptionist, a statuesque woman with a perfectly coiffed blonde bun and eyes that said she was used to dealing with people significantly more put-together than me, didn’t even look u

It was the third day since I’d stumbled into this bizarre, high-pressure job, and I felt like a wire stretched taut, about to snap.For seventy-two hours, Noah Oliver had done nothing but pile on the work. I was existing on four hours of sleep and lukewarm coffee. He demanded three drafts of every email, asked me to reschedule his entire week's worth of meetings at 7 PM last night, and somehow managed to make filing seem like an act of espionage.My patience wasn't just thin; it was nonexistent at this point. I thought it was something I could handle but I was this close to losing it.It was 6:07 PM. I was wearing down the last of a pencil, mentally calculating how long it would take me to pack my things, when the intercom on my desk crackled to life, his voice, cold and demanding, slicing through the silence.“Knowles. My office. Now. Bring the revised Q3 acquisition summary.”I clenched my jaw, pushing away the throbbing headache behind my eyes. That report? I’d finished and submitt

I walked into his office precisely at 9:58 AM, two minutes ahead of his arbitrary deadline. The smell of fresh coffee and the usual expensive scent of his cologne almost choked me. Noah Oliver was seated at his massive desk, his focus entirely on the laptop screen before him, fingers flying across the keys."You're finally here," he stated, his voice a low monotone, never lifting his eyes from the screen.I placed the mug of coffee—perfectly sugared, perfectly black—on the coaster. "Thank you for the bonus, the flowers, and everything else, Mr. Oliver."His hands finally stilled. He looked up, and the intensity in his eyes felt like a physical touch. He didn't thank me for the coffee."There are better ways you can thank me, Knowles," he replied, his voice dropping, taking on a husky edge that hadn't been there before.The atmosphere in the room instantly began to feel heated. I felt a sudden awareness of the confined space and the hot man it.He rose slowly from his seat in a deliber

The day drags after that, files blurring on my screen, but anticipation simmers. By 9:45 p.m., I'm home, dressed in black lace lingerie, belt in hand, they are Noah's, from his office. The doorbell rings at 9:58. I open it, and there he stands, suit rumpled, eyes hungry.'Good boy, come in' I purr, pulling him inside.He drops to his knees in the hallway. 'Punish me for anything at all, I just want you to punish me so bad.'I loop the belt, cracking it against my palm. 'Bend over the couch.'He obeys, pants down, his firm ass bare. The first lash lands, a sharp sting. He hisses, cock twitching.'Count,' I order him.'One,' he breathes.I strike again, harder, welts rising. 'Two. Thank you, queen.'Ten lashes later, his ass glows red, and he's begging. 'Fuck me now. Please.'I strap on the toy again, lubing up. Positioning behind him, I thrust in deep. He yells in pleasure, fisting the cushions.'Ride it, baby boy,' I command, hips snapping.He pushes back, meeting every thrust, moans

The words push me wild. I slide down his body, not breaking the pump of my hips—the strapon plunging deep as I go. My mouth finds his cock, tongue flicking the head, tasting the salty bead there. I lick along the shaft, slow and teasing, before sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks. He bucks up, a strangled cry ripping from his throat.'Zoe—your mouth... shit, suck me dry,' he pants, one hand fisting my hair, the other clutching the couch. 'Keep fucking my ass while you do it. Please.'I take him deeper, lips stretching around his thickness, bobbing as I thrust the strapon in sync. The dual motion drives him insane—his hole pulsing around the silicone, cock throbbing on my tongue. I hum around him, vibrations making him curse, his hips jerking erratically.'Fuck, yes—deeper in my mouth. Pump that hole harder,' he begs, voice breaking. 'I'm close—gonna cum for you.'I suck fiercer, tongue swirling the underside, while I drive the strapon balls-deep, twisting for extra friction. His body te