Chapter 5

5

BLAIR

T he past few days have been a whirlwind. I've been working hard, learning the ropes, and trying to stay away from Brian.

And trying to stay away from Tanner, but that's another challenge altogether.

Tanner is easy to avoid. I blocked his number, and word around the office is that he doesn't come by the building much anyway. Brian, though. Even when I'm not near him, I can't escape him. His face is on all the framed news articles and awards posted around, he leads the team meetings, making steamy, extended eye contact with me, and we just seem to keep running into one another.

Then, of course, there was the way he kissed me last night, there in the dark foyer of the building, his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my body. I can't forget it, can't even try to move on from the thoughts of how hot it made me, but what if it was just a one-time urge? If it isn't…well, then…when will he kiss me again?

Not that I'm complaining, but it's certainly making it hard to forget him or to desensitize myself to his presence like I had planned to.

I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't realize someone's standing in front of my desk until a shadow falls over me. When I look up, I'm face-to-face with Brian, and I suck in a sharp breath. There's an intense look in his eyes, and he looks even more handsome than usual today. I feel my heart rate quicken, my whole body fully aware of his nearness.

"Mister...Brian," I greet him, hoping the heat in my cheeks isn't too obvious. "Is there something I can help you with?"

He smiles, and it makes my heart skip a beat. "Just wondering if you had a little extra time before our team meeting."

"Of course," I reply, standing up and gathering my papers.

We head towards the conference room, and my thoughts run wild as I think about why exactly he might want to see me early…and alone. Being alone with him makes me feel nervous and excited at the same time.

"I was looking through your work, and you've been doing a great job. Keep it up and you'll be moving up the ladder in no time." He speaks as we walk down the hall, his hand brushing my shoulder as he talks.

"Thank you, sir. I'm trying my best."

He chuckles, his voice a deep, low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "I can tell."

We reach the conference room, and he holds the door open for me. "Ladies first."

I walk into the room, and he follows, closing the door behind us. I'm suddenly aware of how isolated we are and how huge the room really is when it's empty. What in the world could he want from me? Is this about the kiss from the night before?

I've replayed it over and over again in my head endlessly, and being here alone with Brian again feels all too familiar.

"Take a seat, Blair." He gestures to one of the chairs.

I do as he says, and he takes the seat next to me, leaning in close. There's a gleam in his dark eyes, and lust starts to flutter in my belly. "Now, Blair, we're going to have a little chat."

I fold my hands in my lap, trying to keep calm. "About what, sir?"

Brian's gaze is dark and full of meaning. "About you."

Blinking a few times, I ask, "Me?"

"Yes, you, Blair. You're a very special girl."

"Oh, thank you," I giggle nervously, and I'm kicking myself mentally as soon as I do. I'm supposed to be taking this seriously!

"And you're a hard worker. That's important to me. I don't let just anyone have a job here. But Blair," His voice is a whisper, and his breath is hot against my ear as he comes even close to me, turning my chair with his hands on the arms. "You can't be all work and no play."

"What do you mean?" I think of how feverish he can turn my skin, how I pulse down there whenever he's this close.

"You're smart, but you're new to this. That's okay. We'll take it slow."

"Brian, I–"

Slowly, Brian presses a finger against my parted lips, silencing me. "Shh, Blair. Let me take care of you. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine. Can you do that for me?"

I swallow hard and nod. "Of course.

"Good girl. Now, we're going to play a little game. All you have to do is answer my questions and obey."

Confused, I lean back from his touch. "What is this supposed to accomplish, Mr. Beckett?"

"Nothing yet. For now, you're just going to sit there and listen to me. Got it?"

Something about his tone gets me all excited. I love this bossy side of him. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to listen to me, and then I'm going to ask you a question. And, when you answer the question, you're going to call me Daddy."

"What?" All of my thoughts come to a crashing halt. If I had any doubts that this was something naughty, they're all gone now.

This is certainly something very, very naughty. And my god, I like it. I don't know what that says about me, but that single word has me rubbing my thighs together, already feeling something sticky in my panties.

"You're going to call me Daddy and say, 'Yes, Daddy.' That's it."

Pulling at the fabric of my skirt, I ask, "But, why?"

"Because from now on, that's exactly what I'm gonna be for you. I'll take care of you, make sure you have everything you need, and keep you safe and happy. Do you want that?"

I play with the word in my head, and something shifts within me. Let him take care of me? That would mean I'll stop worrying about pretty much everything, and I've worried enough for two lifetimes.

Daddy.

God, why does it sound so good? So sinfully good. And I realize I just don't like it. I love it.

Licking my lips slowly, I finally answer. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now, follow the rules and I'll take good care of you. But if you don't, then I'll have no choice but to punish you. Understand?"

Even the mention of a punishment sounds like a lustful promise, and part of me wants to be naughty to find out what it is. Christ, what's happening to me? "Yes, Daddy." The words send a little thrill through me, which isn't something I expected.

"Good girl. I hope you're ready because we're just getting started."

I shiver and try to keep calm. This is it. There's no turning back, not that I want to.

Brian leans in closer, his eyes locking on mine. "Now, Blair. Do you like your job so far? Have I made it comfortable for you?"

"Yes, Daddy." The words come easily now, and the feeling of letting go is strangely freeing, like a huge weight lifting off my shoulders.

"Good. Tell me, is there anything you'd like me to do to make things easier for you? Do you need me to be nicer to you?"

"No, Daddy."

Brian seems pleased."Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Hmm, okay."

I'm both confused and turned on all at the same time. Is he playing games with me? What is he doing? Doesn't matter what it is because I'm all in.

"Now, tell me. How is your job treating you so far? Has anyone been rude or disrespectful?"

I bite my lip, not sure how to respond. I know he's talking about Tanner, but should I mention him? Brian did say that if I didn't obey, he would punish me. I guess I have to tell the truth, even if it involves the one person I don't want to talk to when I'm here alone with his dad, playing into his obvious seduction.

"There's been one person who's been a bit disrespectful."

Brian doesn't seem surprised. I wonder if Tanner has tried to turn him against me already. "That's what I thought. What's his name?"

"Tanner. Tanner Beckett."

Brian nods. "Ah, yes. My son. How is Tanner being disrespectful, Blair?"

I blush. "He's...he's rude. Abrasive and insistent. He's always blowing up my phone and acting like I owe him something. Tanner doesn't want to take no for an answer, sir."

"And what does he say in these messages, Blair?"

I look away. "He...he keeps messaging me rude things. But I blocked him."

"Good girl. You did the right thing. Now, is there anything else you want to tell me about Tanner? Any other way he's being disrespectful?"

I shake my head, and he rewards me by carding his hands through my hair, pulling out the hair tie that kept my ponytail in place, and throwing it aside.

"Don't worry, baby. You're doing fine. Now, tell me. What do you like about this job? Do you like it when I touch you?" He emphasizes his point by wrapping his hand in my hair and tugging my face closer to his.

"Yes. I like it when you touch me."

"Mm, good. And do you like it when I give you orders? Do you like being a good girl for me, Blair?"

Oh my god. This is the hottest thing I've ever done. I'm sure he can feel me shaking and can probably smell my arousal."Yes, Daddy."

"Very good. Now, tell me. What is your favorite part of your job, Blair? Do you like seeing my face in the halls and thinking about me fucking you senseless? Is that what you like about this job?"

I can feel my face heat up. Too far, too fast. I swallow, my mouth so dry now, and breathe, "Mr. Beckett, I–"

"You can leave at any time, Blair. You're not a hostage. I won't dangle your job in front of your face. But if you stay, our game is about to get a little more physical."

"You won't fire me if I walk away?"

He smirks and pulls his chair away from mine. "No. You're free to go if you're not interested or if this makes you uncomfortable. No is no."

The thing is, I'm interested. Very much so. I want to see this through. I want to see where it leads us.

His hand is still in my hair, and my heart is still racing. "I'm staying, Mr. Beckett. I'll obey."

"Good girl. Now, what do you say?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Brian laughs, low and slow, and it's like his voice is touching my skin. It affects me so much."Good girl. Now, stand up and strip."

"W-what?"

"You heard me. Strip. Take off your clothes."

"Why?"

"You want to know why I want you naked? Because, Blair, I want to see you. All of you. I want to look my fill."

Why? Why am I so turned on by this? He tells me I can walk away any time, but god, I don't want to. He's ignited something in me, and I just want to burn.

My eyes flicker towards the closed conference room door, completely aware that there's no lock to it. "Someone might walk in," I warn. My voice is high-pitched and nervous.

"Then you'd better hurry." He smirks but doesn't sound like he's joking. He doesn't sound like he's playing around. No, he sounds hungry. Desperate. Like a wolf looking at his prey. Prey that he wants to devour.

Without taking my eyes off him, I push myself to my feet. With trembling fingers, I unbutton my blouse. It's hard to keep my hands from shaking as I reach the final button, but Brian helps me out by sliding his big, rough hands under the fabric and pushing it over my shoulders. His fingers skim my bare skin, and goosebumps rise in their wake.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, and it makes my heart skip a beat. The praise sends a thrill through me, and I can't deny that I'm enjoying it. Thoroughly enjoying it.

"You're beautiful, Blair. So fucking beautiful." His hands slide down to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing over the lace of my bra. "Are these for me, baby?"

I bite my lip and nod. "Yes, Daddy."

"Then I want them bare." His fingers pinch my nipples until they're hard.

A moan slips out before I can stop it. The sensation is both painful and pleasurable, and I don't know how to process it. Whatever the feeling is, it goes straight to my pussy, which is getting wetter by the second.

Brian smirks and tugs harder, eliciting another moan from me. "Do you like that, Blair?"

"Yes, Daddy." My voice is weak and shaky. It sounds strange like I'm not even the one speaking. But I'm enjoying this too much to care.

"Good. Now, finish getting undressed. Let me see all of you, baby." He steps away, giving me space.

It's a strange feeling, being so close to someone, yet still having so much space between us. I wonder if he's going to touch me or if this is just a show for him. Maybe he's trying to prove that he can control me, that he's in charge, and that's it. Or maybe he's just testing the waters, seeing if I'm into this. Whatever the reason, I'm not complaining.

Slowly, I reach behind myself and unzip my skirt. The fabric falls away, pooling around my feet. I step out of it and kick it aside, leaving me standing in only my bra, panties, and heels.

"God, Blair. You're a dream. A wet fucking dream," he growls and grabs my ass. "You're making me so hard, baby. So fucking hard. I can't wait to be inside you."

My head feels like it's full of cotton, the cool air of the conference room making me all too aware of just how exposed I am right now. When Brian says he wants to be inside me, I have to pause and force myself to really think. Because we can't go any further until he knows something about me—something I'm a little embarrassed by and I'm afraid might make him change his mind about me.

Nibbling at my bottom lip, shifting from foot to foot, I force the words out. "Brian, I–I'm a virgin." I blurt the words, and my heart drops when he looks at me, confused. It seems silly and a little bit ridiculous, but somehow, admitting it to him makes it feel more real.

He raises his eyebrows, and a dark smile curls his lips. "Really? So, you've never fucked before? Don't worry, baby. I thought that was the case from the first moment I saw you." His voice is a growl, and I can't help but sway into him. His words are dirty and forbidden, and they make me feel hotter than hell.

I shake my head, and his grin grows wider. "I'll be the first, then. And the last."

I can't answer. I can't think. I can't breathe. I can only nod. Because yes, I want all of those. First and last? I can't imagine having anyone else.

"This changes things," he admits slowly, stroking the stubble on his chin as he muses. "I think we'll take it slow for you, baby. Today, I'll make you feel good. And then we can go from there. What do you think about that?"

"I'd like that, Daddy." I'm practically panting with excitement. This is everything I've ever wanted. And now that it's happening, now that I've given myself over to the inevitability that we're really going to be sexual, and that Brian has all the control, I can't wait to have him. Or, I guess I can't wait for him to have me.

Brian grins and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. "I'm glad to hear that, baby." He reaches around and unhooks my bra, his fingers brushing against my skin as he does. "Let's get this off you. I want to see your gorgeous tits."

My heart races as I slide the straps off my shoulders and let the lace fall to the floor. He groans, his eyes glued to my bare breasts.

"So fucking perfect. Like a goddess." He leans down, capturing one nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, and I moan, arching into his touch. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I can't get enough of it.

"Does that feel good, baby? Tell me, do you like it when I suck on your tits?"

"Yes, Daddy. It feels so good," I whimper.

Brian groans and switches to my other breast, his teeth scraping against my nipple as he sucks it into his mouth. It's like a bolt of electricity, shooting straight through me and leaving me panting.

"Please, Daddy. Don't stop," I breathe.

Brian chuckles and pulls away. "I could suck on these little pink nipples all night, Blair, but I think I want to touch the rest of you too."

His hands trail down my body, his fingertips ghosting over my skin. They reach the waistband of my panties, and he teases his fingers along the edge.

"Is this what you want, Blair? Do you want me to touch you here?" he asks and slips his hand between my thighs, jerking the panties down until I can step out of the drenched lace.

His fingers find my wetness, and I gasp. "Yes, Daddy. Please. Please, touch me."

He slides his fingers between my folds, finding my clit and circling it slowly. "That's what I thought. You're so fucking wet for me, baby."

Sounds that I've never made before pour out of my mouth as he strokes me, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. "More," I tell him, pushing my body against his searching hand.

With a growl, he lifts me effortlessly, planting my ass on the conference room table in front of him and pushing my knees far, far apart. "Greedy girl. I'll give you more."

His fingers work my pussy, his thumb rubbing slow, tight circles around my clit while two of his thick, strong fingers explore my entrance. They don't press in yet, but Brian is making it clear that it won't be long. My eyes are screwed shut, my legs quivering, so I don't see it when he lowers his head and sucks that sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips.

But I definitely feel it.

I feel it, and it sends me rocketing towards my peak. He's barely started touching me, and already, I'm on the verge of exploding.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I moan, my head falling back, my hands tangling in his dark hair, holding him to me as I grind my hips against his mouth. The way his lips and tongue are moving is driving me out of my mind, the wet sounds of his mouth filling my ears.

He growls against my pussy, his fingers working faster, and the vibration sends a shockwave through me, making my whole body shake. It's wet and hot, and I can't get enough of this. Oh, god. I can't get enough of my ex-boyfriend's dad eating my pussy! I'm shocked at myself, but Brian has me feeling too good to linger on the thought for long.

Slowly but deliberately, he begins to penetrate me with his fingers. My body tightens, trying to fight the invasion for only a second before everything starts to relax. With small thrusts, he finger-fucks me, going deeper and deeper each time.

Finally, he pierces something deep inside of me, and the pain is a quick shock among all the pleasure. I gasp, stiffening in discomfort, but Brian doesn't stop. He licks and sucks at my clit until the pleasure is so much that it erases the pain completely.

"Now you're ready for when I shove my cock right here in this tight, little pussy." He thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking me with it. His thumb presses down hard on my clit, and it's too much. I'm coming undone, my entire body quivering, my hips bucking wildly as I come hard on his face.

"Fuck yes, Blair. Come for me, baby. Come all over Daddy's face."

He doesn't let up, his mouth and fingers continuing their assault on my pussy, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. I'm moaning, screaming, and begging him not to stop, and he doesn't. He keeps going, bringing me to the brink of insanity.

When I finally come down from my orgasm, Brian pulls back, a wicked grin on his face. "You taste fucking amazing, baby. You're going to make Daddy very happy."

I can only whimper in response.

He moves up my body, kissing me hard, and I can taste my own juices on his lips. "Let's get you dressed," Brian rumbles against my lips. "The meeting starts in five minutes."

He helps me put my clothes back on, but I'm still completely dazed, the feeling of satisfaction still humming through me.

This is going to be a hell of a team meeting.