Intense Daddy Page 2

  I turn in front of the mirror checking to look at myself from all angles. “Not bad, Penny,” I whisper, using my hands to smooth out the front of my skirt. I was shocked when someone from Christopher’s office dropped by clothing for me yesterday and even more surprised when it all fit.

  Like a glove. Like it was made for me.

  For my first day of work I chose a classic black skirt and a pretty pink blouse. It buttons all the way up to the collar, but I left the top two open for a little air.

  And because Christopher is really hot, so I like the idea of him checking me out.

  “Okay, I better get going.” I turn once more while talking to myself and almost jump out of my skin when Jessica appears behind me.

  “So, tell me again about this job that you just got? What is it that you’re going to be doing?”

  “Umm, I’m not totally sure. I think I’m going to be taking care of his house and handling laundry, cooking, cleaning…that sort of thing. And he said that he may need me in his office from time to time, too.”

  She raises an eyebrow and I can see the disbelief on her face.

  It really does seem like a dream come true.

  Too good to be true?

  I push that thought away and smile at her. “Yeah, and he’ll let me work around my classes, so I don’t have to worry about dropping any. And did I tell you about the pay?”

  “You did.” She looks envious now, the concern and disbelief gone from her face.

  Good. I can handle envy, but I don’t want anyone being concerned about me.

  “Well, don’t wait up!” I laugh and walk past her, trying to sound braver than I really feel. I’m still not sure what’s expected of me and I need to make sure that my head is in the game so I have the best possible day.

  Even though I’m not sure what that day entails.

  I’ll find out soon enough, though, since there’s already a car waiting for me in the parking lot. I slide in the back and am thrilled to see that it’s the same person who dropped off my clothes yesterday.

  “Hey, thanks for the clothes! They all fit great. It’s nice to see a familiar face.” I grin at them in the rearview mirror, but they just smile and back out of the space, pulling smoothly onto the road.

  “I’m sure you’ll love your new job.” The man driving the car tells me. “If you just sit back and relax, we’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

  Okay, not much of a talker, but that’s fine. The ten minutes go by quickly as I stare out the window on the road.

  I don’t know what I expected when thinking about Christopher’s house, but I didn’t think that it would be this…big. It’s huge, and old, but expertly maintained, with great gardens and a fountain out front. Definitely the nicest house I’ve ever been to, which is a little overwhelming.

  The driver drops me off at the front and goes to park the car, leaving me to walk up to the front door on my own. I do and knock, and I’m surprised when Christopher himself opens it.

  I expected a maid or servant to open it, but maybe that’s part of my new job.

  He’s just as sexy as he was yesterday, with a navy blue suit on and the perfect amount of stubble. I have the sudden desire to run my hand along his chin and feel the stubble on my skin, but the look on his face pins me in place.

  It’s not that he’s mad, exactly, but rather that he’s investigating me. Deciding. On a whim, I give a twirl, letting him see the clothes that he sent over.

  “You look nice. Come on in and let’s get started.”

  Glad that I passed the test, I follow him in, trying not to stare at everything around me. Yeah, the guy is rich. Gorgeous marble floors, huge oil paintings, and incredible statues all surround me. Immediately in front of us is a giant staircase leading to the second floor.

  “The main rooms where you’ll be working are all centered around this entryway, so you don’t have to wander very far. In fact, there are some areas that are currently off-limits to you while I decide whether or not you’ll work out.”

  This is news to me, and I stand up straight. I didn’t realize that there would be a probationary period and I don’t want to mess anything up.

  He turns to me and smirks, the look on his face making me shiver. How can someone be so sexy and still so intimidating at the same time?

  There’s something about him that not only turns me on, but makes me nervous.

  “Your first job this afternoon is to clean my shoes.”

  Involuntarily, my eyes drop to his feet. He has on gorgeous leather shoes, and they’re spotless.

  “Clean your shoes?”

  “All of them.”

  I look back up at him to see if he’s kidding, but any sign of a smile or smirk is gone. He’s not kidding. He wants me to clean his shoes, and I have to decide whether or not the job it worth it.

  “Do you have a kit?”

  Christopher

  Penny almost balked for a moment when I told her to clean my shoes, which would have been really disappointing for me. I don’t generally make mistakes when choosing people to work for me.

  Additionally, I want to see her on her knees in front of me.

  So, when she asks for a kit, I feel relief swell up in me.

  Of course, I have a kit, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to get it. I want her to work hard for me, and she knees to be a bit more inventive.

  “I have some polish, but no rag.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the new can of polish and hand it to her. She turns it over in her hand for a moment, frowning while she thinks.

  That’s okay, she can take time for a moment. It gives me a second to look at her. I noticed right away that she didn’t button her blouse all the way up, giving me a nice view of the curve of her breasts. And that mouth…well, I want it wrapped around my cock one of these days.

  Sooner rather than later, is the plan.

  “Why don’t you find somewhere to sit so you’re comfortable?”

  Penny looks sure of herself now, and I nod. “Follow me to the living room.”

  She does and I sit down in my favorite chair, gently resting my feet in front of her. She’s still looking around for a rag, but I think that she’ll figure it out. Eventually.

  “Do you have a rag?”

  “Don’t you think that you’re more resourceful than that? I thought that you were bright and ambitious, Penny. That’s why I hired you. So, figure something out.”

  I can practically see her thinking about whether or not to go looking for something or to use her blouse. There’s really only one right answer to this problem, and I hope that she makes a smart choice, or she won’t last more than this afternoon.

  “Okay.” She stands up and walks behind me so that I can’t see her. I hear her shimmy and then sigh, and I know that she’s making the right decision when there’s a rustle of fabric. “Don’t look,” she warns.

  “I wouldn’t dare.”

  She comes back in front of me, her face flushed, holding her underwear. I had a feeling that they wouldn’t be anything special like a thong or a g-string, and I was right. Her cheeks burn as she crouches in front of me and uses her panties to start rubbing polish on my shoe.

  “Very resourceful, aren’t you, little Penny?”

  She doesn’t look up at me, but she does nod while she rubs my shoe. She’s stronger than I gave her credit for and she finishes one shoe quickly, starting on the other right away.

  When she finishes and has wiped away all of the polish from both shoes, she sits back and looks at me. Her cheeks are still pink, but she doesn’t look as angry as she did.

  Good. She’s learning.

  “You missed a spot.”

  She didn’t, not really. In fact, this is the best shoe shine I’ve gotten in a long time and I’m really impressed at how good it looks. She must have had practice when she was younger to do such a good job like this, but I’m not letting her off this easy on her first day.

  She needs to know that when she comes here, she wor
ks for me. She has to do everything I tell her to do, without complaining.

  “I think I did a good job…”

  “Do them again.”

  She’s already put the lid back on the polish, and she hesitates for a moment.

  This is it. This is when we decide whether or not she’ll be able to play.

  Without a sound, she takes the lid back off and begins polishing my shoes again. They already shine, so she’s’ not going to be able to make them look any nicer, but she’s going to have to try.

  Again, and again.

  This is the activity I have planned for the afternoon.

  When I can tell that her arms are getting too tired to continue and I’m tired of sitting then we’ll move on to the next activity.

  I want her to put on an apron and make me dinner.

  In just the apron.

  But for right now, she still has some strength left in her.

  I’ll have to wear her out first.

  Chapter 4

  Penny

  Christopher may think that he can break me by making me polish his shoes again, but I’m nothing if not determined. I need this money, probably more than he realizes, and I’m not going to give it up just because he’s on a little power trip.

  I mean, really, how bad can the rest of the job be?

  This is probably just a power struggle and he needs to make sure that he feels like the boss around here. I can play that game and let him be in control, as long as he keeps paying me.

  It is uncomfortable kneeling in front of him in a skirt without my panties on. Not that they were sexy or anything, but it was nice having that little bit of fabric between us.

  He’s just so hot and I’m wet down here on the floor serving him.

  It’s ridiculous.

  My arms are really burning now as I finish up the fifth time polishing his shoes, and finally he sits up and looks satisfied.

  “Good girl. That’s what I want them to look like every time you polish them, do you understand? You should see yourself in them.”

  I could see myself in them the first time I polished them, but I bit my tongue. No reason to make him mad and risk losing the job.

  “Glad you like it, Christopher.”

  He narrows his eyes at me, and I feel a thrill run though me.

  Why is he looking at me like that?

  “Call me Sir.”

  “Sir? Okay. I’m glad you like it, Sir.”

  He nods this time and then stands up, gesturing for me to follow him. I do, still holding onto the polish and my ruined underwear. I’m not sure what to do with either of them, but I sure as hell don’t want to put the underwear back on.

  “It’s time for something to eat. You hungry?”

  My stomach rumbles in response. “I am. Is this part of the work I’m going to be doing for you?”

  “Cooking for me? Yes. I have something for you to wear, so come on into the kitchen.”

  His kitchen is probably bigger than my entire apartment. I can’t stop my jaw from falling open as we walk in and I get to look around. There’s plenty of space for prepping and cooking. It’s basically my dream kitchen, and when I tell him that, he smiles.

  “Well, you get to enjoy it. Here, I need you to wear this.”

  He hands me an apron and I start to pull it on over my head, but he stops me.

  “No, Penny. Just that. You can lose the skirt and the blouse. Leave on your bra, if you want, I don’t care.”

  I pause, unsure of whether or not he’s serious. “I don’t have on any underwear,” I tell him, holding up my ruined pair for him to see.

  He shrugs, a dark look on his face. “That’s your call. You can wear the apron with or without the underwear, or you can leave. When you cook for me, you wear the apron, but not the rest of your clothes. I’d hate to see them getting dirty.”

  “But…that’s what an apron’s for, Sir,” I say, and them immediately wish that I hadn’t.

  He fixes me with a dark gaze and slowly runs his tongue over his lip. I imagine for a moment what it would be like to have him running his tongue along my skin, and I shiver.

  But that’s before I see the dark look in his eyes. He’s pissed, but quietly, like if I don’t make a better decision, everything is going to fall apart.

  “I can wear the apron. It’s no big deal. Here.” I hand him the shoe polish, still hanging onto my underwear. I’m not sure if I want to put them on or not. They’re dirty but…they’re coverage.

  And I don’t want him to see that he turns me on.

  I should not be getting turned on by his behavior, but I’m afraid that when I strip down, he’ll be able to smell me.

  “Good girl. You change and I’ll be back in a moment.”

  As soon as he leaves the kitchen, I strip, not wanting him to see me struggling to get out of my clothes. The apron is long enough that it hangs almost to my knees and, when I suck in and tie it tightly, wraps around my side, although it doesn’t cover my bare ass.

  I skip the underwear.

  It may not be the best idea, but having shoe polish rubbing up against me while I’m naked is even more concerning.

  When he comes back into the kitchen he allows his eyes to slide slowly over my body. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but part of me hopes that he likes what he sees.

  What am I saying?

  All of me hopes that he likes what he sees.

  I’m half-naked in his kitchen, my knees are sore from cleaning his damn shoes with my panties, and I still want his validation.

  This has been the weirdest day ever, and it feels like it’s just getting started.

  “Good choice, Penny. Now, let me give you the menu and you can start cooking while I work out. I’ll be back after my shower for a good meal, so don’t mess it up.”

  “Yes, Sir.” If I stand very still, then I don’t think he can see my naked ass.

  “Oh, one more thing, Penny. I need you to turn around for me so that I can see what we’re working with here.”

  For a moment, I just stare at him, but he raises his finger in the air and spins it in a lazy circle. Sighing and biting my tongue, I turn, allowing him to look at me.

  At all of me.

  My cheeks burning, I keep my head down when I complete my circuit.

  “Looks good, Penny. Keep it up. Make sure that dinner is delicious.”

  It isn’t until he leaves the kitchen that I allow myself to look up after him.

  Make sure it’s delicious.

  Looks good.

  Keep it up.

  I don’t know what game he’s playing here, but something won’t let me walk away.

  I should just grab my clothes and make a run for it.

  I shouldn’t be calling him Sir and making him dinner while almost completely naked.

  This is…messed up.

  But at the same time, I know that I’m not going to walk away.

  He may be a monster, but he’s a fucking sexy monster.

  And, for some reason, he wants me.

  I never thought that I’d be wanted like this by anyone. Even the monster has appeal.

  I’m staying.

  Christopher

  My muscles are screaming when I finish my workout, shower, and head back down to the kitchen. A good workout was the only way that I could take my mind off of Penny in that little apron. It’s too long on her, and I make a mental note to have her cut a few inches off of them hem tomorrow.

  That’ll show her.

  It wasn’t until I’d been running for twenty minutes that my cock finally stopped throbbing. Seeing Penny on her knees in front of me while she polished my shoes was bad enough, but watching her turn in the apron, with her tight little ass exposed…

  Well, that took all of my self-control.

  She may think that this is hard for her, but she has no idea how hard I’m having to work to keep my hands off of her.

  Not that I’m going to be able to wait much longer, but I had to make sure that she w
as fully committed.

  I won’t deal with someone who isn’t willing to go the distance, but she’s proving to me that she’s not afraid of a little hard work.

  We’ll see how she feels about the rest of her duties here later when she’s more comfortable.

  But for now, I’m starving.

  And not just for something to eat. I need to see her little ass again and imagine what it would be like plunging myself into her and taking her for my own.

  She’s standing at the counter when I walk into the kitchen, steaming pots and pans all around her. As soon as she sees me in the door, she gets down a plate and starts to fill it for me. I watch until she’s done and she has placed it on the table for me before speaking.

  “Make yourself a plate.”

  Happiness flashes across her face and she fills a plate for herself, walking around the counter to put it next to mine at the table.

  I sit down and flip out my napkin, but as soon as she joins me, I pause. “You can’t sit. Stand back up.”

  “But my feet hurt.” Even as she argues, however, she stands back up, picking up her plate as she does.

  “I don’t care. I’ll tell you if you get to sit, and you don’t. Stand there and eat.”

  The food is delicious, and the view is even better. From time to time, I make her turn so that I can look at her whole body while I eat.

  Once I’m finished, I put my plate on the counter and come around to her, turning her by the shoulder so she’s facing me.

  “You did a good job, Penny. But I don’t like it when you argue with me, so that’s something that we’re going to have to correct. You understand, don’t you?”

  “I do, Sir, and I promise not to talk back or argue again.” She won’t look at me, so I lift her chin with my finger.

  “That’s nice, but I need to know for sure that you’re not going to slip back into your old ways. You understand, don’t you?”

  She nods and I gently kiss her on the forehead. She smells so good, and even with an apron wrapped tightly around her, I can smell how turned on she is.

  Good girl wants this as badly as I do, but she’s scared.

  I like that.

  “Now, Penny, I need you to turn around and grab the edge of the table.”