All Chapters of Big Daddy Wants Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I’m fucking livid, but even worse than that, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my whole life. I wanted to smack him right across the face when we got into the limo. Then I thought I should give him what he wants before he can order me to do it. I wanted to beat him to the punch and have it be on my terms. When he stopped me from trying to give him a blow job, I was so embarrassed, and a true moment of uncertainty hit me. Maybe sex wasn't part of why he bought me. Maybe he didn't want me in that way. I thought maybe this was still all about my brothers. But then he started snapping orders, and a whole different feeling came over me.His tone was unlike his normal one. I’d heard him be short with people on multiple occasions when I worked for him, but this was different. Each command shot through my body as if each vein were a live wire. I didn’t want to do what he said, but my body betrayed me. Maybe it’s because I now belong to him. He owns my body this time around, and if he

“So you want me to pretty much be your assistant again, but this time you get to fuck me when I annoy you.”“Watch your mouth, kitten.”It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. Instead I just glare into his dark eyes, making him flash his perfect white teeth at me. It’s then it hits me that I’ve never seen him smile like that before, and I can't help but stare.“No, you're not my assistant, I have someone for that. You’re my submissive, and I’ll want you by my side for whatever I might need—reading me my emails while I eat your pussy, sneaking you under my desk to suck my cock to get me through boring meetings, or just laying you naked across the couch in my office so I have something beautiful to stare at all day.”I’ve heard of Dominant/submissive couples before, but that seems a little over the top, even if my body seems to find the concept intriguing. This is Vegas; everything happens here. Sex is openly talked about, and no subject is taboo. And for some reason, the first t

When I wake up, I’m nearly on top of Rose, my arms and legs are wrapped around her so tightly. It’s as if my subconscious was afraid she would escape in the night so I made sure not to let her go. I detangle myself from her sleeping body as gently as possible. I want to let her sleep a little longer, and I want to take care of a couple of things before she wakes up.Going to the kitchen, I open the fridge and see Cupid took care of stocking it. I take out everything I need to make a simple breakfast of bacon and eggs, and I get to work. As the breakfast is cooking, I go to the other room and make sure everything is set up, coming back to turn on the coffee pot. Once that’s finished I make it exactly how she likes it and set everything up at the table.Going back to the bedroom, I walk in and see Rose sitting up in bed, a sheet held to her chest, trying to cover herself up. Her look of confusion turns to a look of relief when she sees me. I go over to the side of the bed and sit on the

When I reach the living room, I see Cupid standing in the middle of about six racks of clothes, each one around a foot taller than he is. I wouldn't have been able to see him if not for my heels. Cupid is a short, chubby, bald guy, and today he’s dressed in a white three-piece suit. It’s almost funny how our outfits contrast with the reds and blacks that cover everything in here.“Hi.” I give an awkward wave, a little bit of embarrassment hitting my cheeks. I’d met Cupid a few times; he would pop in and talk to Xavier when I was working here, and a few times he had to ask me questions about something at the Cortez when we traded places.His face lights up with a bubbly smile, which makes me smile too.“About time you woke up!” He pushes one of the clothes racks out of the way and runs over to hug me as if we're long-lost friends. I hug him back and giggle. His excitement always seems contagious. I wonder how such a happy giddy person could work for Xavier. They’re almost like night an

Xavier doesn't bat an eyelash as he makes his way over to me, making me gasp by picking me up and sitting me on his desk while he takes his chair back. He slides in between my legs, resting my heels on the arms of his chair, with my legs spread wide apart.He slowly strokes my ankles, and then my calf, making me close my eyes to enjoy the sensation. “You have the most perfect legs I’ve ever seen.” His words draw my eyes back open. After a moment he speaks again. “You’re not running from the room.”“Should I be?” I say lazily as he continues to rub me.“No, I would never hurt you.”“I didn't think you would.” I didn't. Not even for a second did the thought cross my mind. I was just more startled to catch Xavier in action. I heard he runs his business with a firmer hand than others. I’d lived on the street for a few years before I came to work with the Cortez brothers. Seeing two men fight is nothing new to me. While we might be in a fancy hotel, men don't like when you fuck with their