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  I recognize the blonde. She’s the one who pulled Chastity away from me at the bar.

  “Will there be anything else today, Mr. Carter?”

  I glance at George and shake my head. “This is good work. I’ll have a bonus transferred into your account.”

  He nods in gratitude as he turns and exits the room, leaving me alone with the implications of his report.

  My gaze is hard as I stand up and walk back to the wall of screens. Chastity is pretending to work at her desk; her delicious lips are parted, her chin resting on her hand, clearly asleep. A sparkle of drool on her bottom lip.

  I snort on a low chuckle.

  “My precious girl needs a nap.”

  My fingers trail over her parted lips.

  Now I can do what I was meant to do, what I was born to do. Claim Chastity as my own. Bind her to me.

  But before I can do that, I have to get my house in order. I have to fucking apologize to Alice first of all. I didn’t fire her, but I was shitty to her that night after I left Chastity’s apartment and again yesterday when she made my breakfast. I didn’t want to tip her off just in case, but I was a dick and there will be a bouquet of flowers and a nice bonus envelope in her future.

  I’ll get to the bottom of this other harassment bullshit in time. Right now, I smile at the napping Chastity as her head bobs sideways. She jolts it upright but her eyes stay closed. A smile curves my lips.

  It’s time to wake up, my sweet little one. Daddy’s home...

  I pick up the phone and call the head of security here in the building.

  “How can I help you?” Jeffrey’s voice is cultured and obedient at the other end of the line.

  I suck in a deep breath as I stare at my girl napping. The next time she’s asleep, she’ll be in my bed. I’ll have ripped off the pink tiered skirt and fuzzy sweater she’s wearing, and I’ll have pushed my face between her thick thighs. I lick my lips, anticipating the succulent juice of her pussy coating my lips and beard.

  I keep my eyes on the monitor as I speak into the phone. “Chastity Nash is a marketing intern here.”

  “I can check, Mr. Carter. I don’t know the names of every intern…”

  “That doesn’t matter. She’s on the fifth floor, wearing pink, her desk is next to the supply closet. Go get her. I want her in my private office. Now.”

  Chapter 10

  Chastity

  Diary Entry…Today Seven AM

  Dear Diary,

  Why does this hurt so much? I barely knew him and I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER.

  My stomach is in knots. I can’t eat. The place where my heart used to be feels like it’s been replaced by a rock. Doing anything is like slogging through drying cement. I want to curl up in my bed, pull the covers up and pretend it never happened.

  If I had his last name, if I could find him I’d tell him what a jerk ass he is leaving me like that. An emergency? So, sure could be true but he was already half-way out the door.

  Gah, I called him Daddy.

  I wanted to have one Daddy in my life. I imagined when I said that to someone for the first time, it would be with a Daddy that would be with me forever. Silly girl.

  The worst part? I still dreamed about him last night. Not the usual faceless Daddy that occupied my dreams in the past. Now, it’s Jack’s face. It’s Jack’s voice.

  I woke up this morning after managing two hours of sleep still hearing his words from the dream…

  ‘Such a naughty girl you are walking around wearing your short skirt, bending over, teasing me. You have fun making me hard? Remember, you started this. You make Daddy do these things to you…’

  Maybe I do need therapy. But, right now, what I need to do is get myself upright, showered and to work. Life goes on…

  xoxo

  * * *

  I jerk awake after almost slamming my face into the computer keyboard in front of me to see a tall, balding security guard standing next to my desk. When he asks me to follow him, all employees’ eyes are on me and I know exactly what they’re thinking because I’m thinking it too.

  I’m so fired.

  Sleeping at my desk? Not a good look.

  He takes me to what looks like a private elevator behind a locked door and we go up ten floors.

  The doors swoosh open and I follow him down a glass corridor, then we turn right, left, left, right. All the office space we pass is empty and I have an uneasy feeling that multiplies around every corner.

  I tried so hard to stay awake, I really did, but I’m just not sleeping at night.

  The security guard turns a final corner and continues down a long, plush-carpeted hallway. Gone are the glass walls, replaced with dark walnut paneling and stark white paint. There are no other offices on either side, but at the end I see light glowing through etched opaque windows. He stops a few feet from the end of the hall, nodding toward a door.

  “Knock, then go inside when instructed.”

  “But… What—?"

  He turns on the heel of his gleaming polished black patent-leather shoes and leaves without another word.

  I turn back to the door, fussing with the hem of my sweater and admiring the intricate grain of the dark, solid wood in front of me.

  With a sigh, I knock. It is the faintest sound, and I hope maybe the instruction to enter won’t come. Maybe I should just find my way back to my desk, grab my stuff and disappear.

  To my disappointment, a low voice answers and my stomach drops.

  “Come in.”

  My heart thunders. There’s something familiar about the voice.

  It takes a Herculean effort, but I finally open the door, holding onto it for a long moment. Floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides give a perfect view across the city and let in ample light for the enormous room. There’s a beige leather couch, a mature Ficus tree in a gleaming silver pot, a modern black desk and a wall of television screens like this is some sort of comic-book supervillain’s lair. Standing with his back to me as he stares out at the tops of the other buildings, is a figure of a man in a dark suit. The light streaming in from the windows around him makes him hazy and hard to define.

  Maybe it’s Lex Luthor.

  Swallowing against the nervousness strangling me, I step inside and the heavy walnut door closes with a swoosh and a click behind me.

  I stand a few feet inside, unsure what to do with my hands, pushing them onto my hips, then dropping them at my sides, waiting for something to happen. A few seconds stretch and warp into what feels like hours as my body feels heavy and I can’t stop chewing on the inside of my lip.

  I take a breath and finally squeak out a greeting. “Hello.”

  The man turns, and I jolt, stumbling back, reaching out for something to grab to keep my balance.

  “Hello, little one.”

  “Jack?” He steps forward and the light wraps around him making his face and body clear.

  “We meet again.”

  I sense a hint of contrition in his tone. But I'm suddenly awash with memories of when he left me alone, half naked. My chin tilts up in defiance.

  “I don’t understand. Is this a game? Because I don’t like games. Not ones I didn’t even know I was playing.”

  His gorgeous lips curve into a tight smile and his eyes crinkle up at the corners. “Not a game, dear one. A big misunderstanding, for which I’m responsible and I am truly sorry.”

  “You humiliated me. And, what are you even doing here anyway? I work here. Are you following me? Who’s office is this? You have friends in high places I’m sure.”

  “I am sorry, Chastity. It’s complicated, but you need to know I was wrong to leave the other night. I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you.”

  “I’m not a simpleton. I can understand complicated things.” I grit my teeth so hard my eardrums hurt. “I’m going back to work.”

  “No, you’re not. You’re not going to walk out, Chastity. I won’t allow it.”

  His commanding tone sends a shiver thro
ugh me. I am suddenly aware of the charge in the atmosphere. I feel vulnerable and protected, even through my anger.

  But I’m not letting him off the hook. I turn around and meet his gaze, crossing my arms. “You won’t allow it? Why not? You did it to me. Walked out.”

  “I did,” he admits, running his hand down his beard, and I get the feeling he doesn’t admit his mistakes easily. “It will never happen again. Those phone calls, the ones I got when I was with you.” He shakes his head as he steps forward, his long index finger trailing down the front of my hair, then twirling it at the end as I twist my head pulling it away. “I ask for your forgiveness. I have a lot of things happening in my life. People pulling on me from every direction. Good and bad. I fucked up. I will never walk out on you again, Chastity. I am a man of my word, you can count on that.”

  I step back, but his hands take hold of my hair at my nape, pinning me in place. I remember how in the middle of the bar he helped that waiter. How he did the right thing when no one was looking…

  “You say that, but how do I know? I don’t know anything about you. Not really. And it’s been two days. You’ve had plenty of time to come back, leave me a note…something.”

  “Again, I was wrong but let me try to make it right. I want us to be right. My name is Jackson Carter. I’m the majority, if silent, owner of Westwood Inc. It’s one of many other companies in my portfolio.”

  “That doesn’t tell me much.” It’s true but does explain why he has an office in this building. I drop my arms, biting into my bottom lip. He looks distressed.

  Good.

  “I’ll tell you anything. What do you want to know right now…?”

  “I want to know why you left me like you did. It was humiliating.”

  “Like I said, I had a moment of insanity. Things happening, things that have happened…I don’t trust people, Chastity. And I fucked up bad. I thought for a moment you were someone else. That you had a hidden agenda. But, I got my head out of my ass and I’ll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me. Give me another chance.”

  I swallow, searching his face. Confidence bursts inside of me from the desire and truth I see, so I press on. “You look angry.” I lift my index finger and point to his eyes. “I can see it.”

  “Right now, I’m making me angry. I’m angry because I hurt you. The only thing I want to do is make it right.”

  “How are you going to do that? You like to make all the decisions. Like you did that night. So, you tell me, how are you going to make this right?”

  “I’m going to show you that you can trust me, but I know it will take time. And yes, I decide, baby girl. I like to be in control. I decide what’s good for you, good for us and you’ll do as you are told, do you understand?”

  A shiver traverses my spine. I feel lightheaded surprising myself when I nod.

  “That’s a good girl. What are you thinking right now?”

  “I want you. I was mad, hurt, but for some reason, I still want you. It’s probably stupid, but I want us. I want my…” I hesitate, the shame kicking in again, the doubt.

  “It’s all right,” he says. “You can say it, baby girl. I want to hear it.”

  With a deep breath, I nod and continue. “I want my Daddy…” I take the dare, leap headlong into the abyss, and wait.

  His blue eyes darken, a low rumble coming from what sounds like everywhere.

  “I don’t know if you understand yet what it will mean for you to be my little girl. The things I will need from you. Take from you. In every way, you will belong to me. I have the first and last say over what happens here and in your life. I will earn that position every day, but it starts now.”

  “Yes.” My head feels like it’s filled with helium. I'm high with the drug that seeps into me with his every word.

  “Do you feel me already becoming part of you?”

  “Yes….”

  His fingers slide over my lips.

  “I will take all of you sweet girl. Things you didn’t even know you had, you will give me without question. When I say down, you will understand where you belong, at my feet. When I tap my knee, you will assume the position over it, ass up, awaiting whatever I choose to give you. When I do this…” He places his open hand over his heart and pats twice. “It means come to me, sit in my lap, let me comfort you while you comfort me. There will be so much more, Chastity. As well, you will no longer be just Chastity to me, you will be my little girl, my angel, baby, princess, mine to cherish, use and enjoy. Are you ready for all of this?”

  I peer up at him, unable to answer, frozen in time. He takes me by the hair, leaving a dull, sweet ache coursing through my scalp and neck. Pulling me to the desk, he lifts me onto it and yanks my knees apart.

  His hand shoves between my legs so forcefully I fall back onto the flat surface. Paperweights, pens, and folders topple over and onto the floor, my arms flailing outward. My body is a wound spring, ready to erupt, feeling how he handles me like a possession. Rough and sure, as though he already understands what my body can take, what I need.

  “This is mine.”

  I flinch as his hand rubs up and down the fabric of my panties.

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  His other hand slips over my mouth again and his thumb pushes through my lips. I whine and suck then he pulls it away, tracing it over my lips.

  “And this…” He yanks the fabric of my panties aside and pushes the pad of his finger against the hot, needy flesh.

  I lift my hips upward. “Jack, please…” I don’t even know what I’m asking for.

  “That’s not my name anymore. What is my name?” He glares at me on a hard sniff while the pad of his thumb continues back and forth on my bottom lip. “Say it.”

  “Daddy.”

  He closes his eyes for a long moment before his eyes flicker with approval. “Yes, little one. Good girl.”

  “Thank you,” I manage, the simple words caught in my throat as his palm clutches between my legs.

  “And this,” he whispers, looming over me, his huge hand spreading wide, slipping down and under so that his fingers brush against the tight pucker of my ass.

  I freeze. He must sense my hesitation because he chuckles and pulls his fingers away.

  “It feels so good to be bad doesn’t it, baby girl?”

  I nod, unable to find my voice.

  “Good. I’ll teach you everything you need to know. We’ve got plenty of time. As long as I live.”

  There’s a slow ripping sound as he tears my panties, yanking them down, leaving a wet trail on my thighs.

  A finger slips into the wet mess with his name on it, making me whimper and go slack, then he’s pulling it out and moving back down to my ass. I wince and clench, unsure what’s coming.

  “Jack, wait...” I stop myself when I see the disappointment in his eyes. “Daddy, wait. I’m not sure…”

  “Not sure about what? That this belongs to me?”

  More pressure, and the pleasure centers itself, pulsing in a ball just behind my clit.

  “No, it does. I do…I just, I’m scared…”

  “It’s okay to be scared, baby. Daddy sometimes will be scary.” My eyes focus on his crimson silk tie. The impossibly perfect, symmetrical knot so refined against the white shirt. “But I’ll always take care of you. Even when I need to do things to this sweet little body that you may not understand. I need you to do as I say, and never ever tell. Our secrets are special and sometimes it might hurt a little…”

  He presses harder and I gasp as his fingertip spreads my tight ring and slips just inside. I squeeze my eyes shut, covering my face with my hands on a little squeal.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe how turned on I am…it’s like he read my diary.

  “That’s a good girl. Keep your legs open. I’m just going to push in a little more. Just relax. Next time we do something scary, I’ll make sure you have your unicorn to hold. And if you are a very good girl and take what Daddy does like a b
ig girl, I’ll get you a new stuffed animal just for you to use when we have our special time together. Would you like that, princess?”

  My eyes open. I stare at the white ceiling as wild nerve endings squeeze at his fingers, and my head is spinning. This feels like a dream. When I look up at Jack, all I think of is the Daddy I’ve wanted for so long. The dirty things I’ve thought about, and he’s giving them to me like he can read my mind.

  “Does that feel good?” He doesn’t push inside any deeper, only rubs in slow circles.

  “Um-hmm.” I nod, my lips falling open as the swirling pleasure takes root.

  “Good. I want you to feel so good, baby. And I want to feel good too. I’m going to teach you how to make me feel good. Would you like that? Make Daddy feel good, like he’s doing to you?”

  I nod again as he leans down, kissing my open folds, flicking at my clit with his tongue, nearly sending me into convulsions.

  “It’s going to be my cock’s snug little home for as long as I live. All your holes will be.”

  My gaze snaps to his.

  “For as long as you live?” I whisper, as I try not to hyperventilate.

  “Yes, baby girl. This is a forever home for me. I live here now. And you have to make sure no one gets in my home. And you’re always ready to offer up any hole I want. Whenever I want. Because they belong to me. Not you, me.”

  The commitment in his tone is undeniable. He wasn’t just saying it when he said he owned me.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I manage, tightening the muscles in my inner thighs, trying to keep myself still as the pressure increases, spreading me as his finger slips farther into the tight ring.

  “Good girl.” He leans down, kisses my cheek and puts his lips next to my ear. “Just remember, keep our secrets and I’ll give you some special kisses again.” He moves his face downward between my spread legs as he pumps his fingertip in and out of my ass, then centers his lips on my clit and ushers me into the abyss.

  I moan, shuddering as I combust in twisting, trembling wails.

  My climax spreads through me like sweet poison. I claw my hair and squeeze my legs shut as the most insane liquid orgasm envelops me in its savage tentacles.