Chapter 109 Vignette 95
I went to my dad's office and I didn't mean to meet his manager there. I only went to give my dad the good news about my admission into college.
That day, I was on my phone when I received a message from my best friend. She said she's gotten hers.
So, I went to check if I've gotten mine. And it turned out that I did.
I was so excited I wanted to share the news with my dad. Not through text. Not over the phone either. I wanted to share it with him physically and I couldn't wait till night when he'd return from work.
I wanted it to be a surprise so I couldn't call him before leaving the house.
I quickly changed my clothes.
I changed my sweatpants to a mini skirt and my hoodie into a crop top.
I always loved exuding the presence of a ‘boss's daughter’. Always did.
And dressing like this was my own way of expressing it.
My dad won't have a problem with it so…
I draped enough lip gloss across my full lips and made sure my edge looked perfect around my braids.
A perfect purse for the outfit and some cute sandals and I was out of my room. Out of the house.
When I got to the office building, I went through the elevator and it came to a stop at the 12th floor.
I was excited, cat walking towards the office door.
I knocked, whined the door knob and pushed it open.
“Dad, guess what!" I screamed, excited. Without even bothering to check if the person sitting across the desk was my dad.
It wasn't him.
My smile faltered.
“Where’s Dad?" I asked, stepping forward.
He swivelled the chair. “Hey, Kyla, didn't know you'd be here today. You're dad didn't inform me."
"Yes. That's because I didn't inform him either. Where's he?”
I sat on the couch on one side of the room.
“You're dad's out on work purpose. I'm just here receiving some important calls from his telephone," he said. "Wanted to surprise him?”
I grumbled, throwing my head backward. "Of course I wanted him to be the first to know about my college admission. But everything is ruined now.”
"Wow, Kyla, congrats on that. You must be really excited."
I squealed. “Yes I am! I would finally be having all the freedom my dad's been depriving me of. The late night parties, clubbing with guys, staying out late, getting drunk and exploring life. All of it!” I clenched my teeth together, nerves jumping in exhilaration.
He nodded, “You've got so many plans for yourself. What about me?”
"You? You're a grown ass man. Aren't you like forty or fifty?”
"Maybe,”
"Then allow the young ones to enjoy themselves. While you face your work life.” He stood up, the chair spinning behind him.
“But I also want to taste something new,” he said, walking to the door. He bolted it. I didn't know why.
Not yet.
Didn't even care.
Then I felt him behind me, his breath hitting my neck as he spoke.
“I want to taste something new. You,"
I tilted my head. Just slightly.
"Back off. You're too close.” My voice was firm
He did.
But then came in front of me.
“I like your outfit, Kyla. The top especially. They look really good on you.”
My breath caught.
Then I traced his eyes to my cleavage. His fingers were already tracing the hairs on my exposed thighs.
My voice dropped to a whisper, “what are you trying to do?” I quickly brushed his hand off my thighs and dragged my shirt to cover my chest. But then it exposed my belly even more.
“Nice shape,” he whispered.
My gut clenched.
“I should leave now," I stood up to leave, gripping my purse tightly.
He didn't stop me.
Just stood with both hands in his pocket, watching me walk to the door pointlessly.
I pulled the handle. Nothing.
Just stiff.
I turned around, “where are the keys?"
“Lost," he responded.
Too cold for me to feel comfortable.
“I need to leave now. Come open the door.”
He stepped forward. No intentions to open it.
Until he was right in front of me. Face sweeping over my body.
I had to beg, “don't do this please,"
He didn't listen.
He reached for my hand.
“I'll scream."
"Soundproof,”
Two seconds. Just two seconds.
Was all it took him to pin me to the door. My arms up above my head, entire body vulnerable to wherever he might desire to kiss.
But he didn't.
He leaned in.
Then whispered.
“You're so sexy. I’d be stupid to resist you,”
"You're my dad's manager," I said, hoping that would change his mind.
“Makes it even more appealing," his voice came out cold. His touch too.
He pressed his hips to my body.
“Feel it?” He asked. And pressed himself to me again.
Fuck I felt it in my stomach.
His dick.
Hard as fuck.
I gasped.
“Hard right? That's how hard this tiny outfit of yours make me,”
He released one of my hands and put his hand under my skirt. Between my thighs.
He touched my pussy through the fabric of my panties.
My breath hung in my throat.
“Please,” I begged with a whisper. Didn't even know why.
Whether it was for him to let me go or fuck me because I was already soaked from feeling him.
“You're wet. Did I make you or did you already come here with soaked underwear?"
My clit pulsed, heart pounding loud in my chest. I knew he could hear it.
He released both of my arms.
I didn't move.
Couldn't.
Didn't even want to.
My knees were weak, legs at the verge of staggering.
But I anchored myself to the door…my dad's office door.
He squatted in front of me, hands sliding under my skirt, pulling my panties down my legs.
The air tightened around my lungs.
Then he stood up, slid his hand under my crop top and under my bra, palms grabbing my tits.
“Your nipples are hard. Should I eat them?" He asked and I moaned.
He didn't even wait for my response. Maybe my moans sounded like yes to him.
He lifted the shirt to my chest, just above my boobs.
My bra too.
My breasts poured out in front of him. He leaked his lips, staring at them like they were lunch.
I gasped, pussy getting soaked between my thighs, nipples silently begging him to suck them.
He leaned in. Pace slow enough to make me tremble before he could even get to me.
His nose pressed my breasts first. And then his lips…circling around my nipples.
Fuck. I moaned, hand reaching to grab his head.
I felt his tongue graze me right there, one sweet tingling feeling transporting through my spine, down to my pussy.
I leaked even more, heat curling low in my stomach.
He switched to the other tit, leaked it with his tongue, one hand squeezing the other breast.
Just once.
And then he pulled back.
Back enough for him to look at my entire trembling body.
He came forward again, body pressing on mine. Hard chest pressing on my soft breasts.
He looked into my eyes.
No apology. No remorse for what he was doing to his boss's daughter.
I stared back into his eyes. No longer seeing him as the man that used to welcome me like a daughter whenever my dad was there.
He leaned in with his face. Lips brushing on mine. Not kissing.
Just brushing.
His hand was shifting to my pussy.
I felt his finger hover there too. Pressing on my clit. On my pussy lips.
And then he pushed it in.
To my entrance.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Controlling.
My breath hitched.
He went further.
Deeper.
Fuck. I moaned.
“S-,sir..”
“Shh. Quiet.”
He pushed further, finger going deeper.
Then double.
Deeper.
Triple.
Deeper.
He took it out, put it in again. Only thrice.
Then he pulled out, fingers soaked with my wetness.
And he pulled back.
My lips quivered, knees wobbling.
Couldn't steady myself to the ground, I anchored to the door knob.
I had to.
He wiped his hands and put them back in his pocket.
“Dress up, it's time to go. You can share the good news with your dad when he returns home.”
"Wh-what?” I tried to speak but words couldn't escape my throat.
I quickly grabbed my panties from the floor and put them back on, then I arranged my top, hand vibrating, pussy clenching between my thighs.
He threw the key to me and I opened the door, clutched my fingers to my purse.
Didn't even know what I was doing.”