Daddy Doesn't Know

I never wanted to rely on my family connections to get ahead but because of my need for independence from my family and a very real anxiety diagnosis, I need all the help I can get. I asked my dad if he would ask around before I quit my last job at the coffee shop. The manager there was really creepy and always trying to brush past me. I quit I soon as I realized it was going to continue to escalate. Now I'm walking into my dad's best friend's house which is more like a complex. This place is seriously huge! I knocked on this huge double door and Mark's housekeeper let me in and told me to sit in the foyer and wait. Mark's last assistant recently had to move. Something to do with her husband's job or another. Anyway, Dad says I lucked out since Mark has been CEO of his own company for 15 years. I think I lucked out because Mark is so fine. Like, he could be a model and I'm nervous to talk to him, fine. He's got to be at least 6'4", he is very fit like he has to workout every day, has dark hair, and has one blue and one green eye. I have known him my entire life so all 22 years pretty much. I haven't seen Mark in person since I was 14. He makes time to have a yearly fishing trip with my dad and a few of the guys so all the information I really know about him other than he's fine as f**k is second-hand through Dad. Mark comes into the foyer and looks me up and down like he's trying to remember who I am or size me up, I am unsure. Regardless, I barely breathe. His strange beautiful eyes roam my face and then recognition sparks. "Zoey! You're all grown up and so beautiful. I hardly recognized you I haven't seen you since you were just starting high school right? You look so much like your mother may she rest in peace. May I hug you?" I blushed violently and nodded yes. Mark stepped closer to me for a giant bear hug. He smelled so good and when he talked he almost purred. He held me tight in his embrace for longer than most and I wondered if he could feel my n*****s harden against his chiseled body. I could feel heat pool below my navel as he pulled me back to look at my face and chuckled. "Let me get you set up in an office space. I hope you don't mind working in close quarters. I like my assistant to work closely with me so I don't have to shout or call into another room." "I don't mind," I said quietly. Mark's grin grew. "Good. I'd like to have you within arms reach." My pulse raced and I squeezed my thighs together as I sat down at the intricately carved desk. I sat in the plush chair and stared at Mark sitting perpendicular to me from over my shoulder. Eyes slowly drew up to meet mine. I averted my line of sight and felt my cheeks flush. My face burned and I heard him chuckle under his breath. I turned away, embarrassed by how physically turned on I was just being in the same room as this man. Mark sauntered over to my desk. He dragged his hand over the top of my desk, and his pointer finger lingered. "I could have sworn I heard you whimper when you sat down," Mark said in my ear. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't get a splinter from this old wooden desk." I whimpered audibly. His voice deepened with concern or something else. "Let me see where the splinter is I can help you relieve the pain." I writhing in need and drenched in desire I said something I couldn't believe myself. "It's here. The pain is here." I placed my fingers in between my thighs a tiny moan escaped my lips as I started rubbing where my "pain" throbbed with want. I have never been this girl. Never been so explicit in my desire with a man. I could hardly contain myself as Mark slid my chair back and to the side to face him. He crouched at the hem of my skirt. His stunning mismatched eyes pierced mine as he looked up from where he now kneeled. "Here?" Mark asked. His hand trailed up my thighs under my skirt. "Mmm, is that why you're so wet? Your pain is here?" My legs trembled as Mark's fingers played around my p***y through my lacey underwear. "I think I better have a better look," Mark said as he slid my skirt up bunching it like a scrunchy across my stomach. Mark spread my knees apart. He growled, and then he lapped at my juices through my panties. I moaned, "What will your daddy think?" "I'm your daddy now," Mark said. I whimpered as he tore my panties out of the way of his tongue on my clit as his finger plunged inside me. "Yes, Daddy," I ground out as he took his finger out of me and put it in his mouth. "Sweet as pie. Do you want Daddy to make you feel better Zoey?" "Make it better Daddy," I moaned. Mark plunged his tongue inside me and slowly withdrew coming up to suck on my clit. I moaned louder. It felt so good with his face between my thighs but I NEEDED more. I tried and failed to pull Mark off of his knees. Mark looked up at me as he continued to worship my p***y and clit with a long lingering lap of his wide tongue. Every time I writhed with anticipation and impatience he licked slower. He was driving me mad. "Is something wrong, Princess?" Mark smiled mischievously from between my thighs. "Do you want something, Princess?" "I feel so empty Daddy. I need you to fill me up." "Whatever my Princess wants she gets." Mark got off his knees took my hand and spun me to face the desk. My ass and p***y were on full display as he stood behind me and unbuckled his belt. I arched my back feeling the wetness dripping from between my thighs as I waited as patiently as I could. Mark lifted my blouse over my head and undid my lacy red bra. I stayed bent over the desk after, bared before him in only a tiny lacey red thong and my favorite heels. Mark came closer to me. Guiding his big c**k to my wetness. He rubbed the head of his d**k against my clit through my barely there underwear. "Tell Daddy what you need, Princess," Mark whispered against my ear still rubbing the head of his c**k on my clothed clit. "I need you inside me. Fill me, Daddy, I'm so empty!" I ground out. Mark pulled my thong to the side as he filled me with his big d**k in one thrust. Not giving me time to adjust, Mark started f*****g me over the desk at an unforgiving speed. Then he started to slow. He ground his pelvis against my ass, making sure I felt how deep inside me he was. I panted. I was vibrating with pleasure and surprise by how my day had started. God, he feels so good inside me. Mark grabbed my left hip with one hand and then he started rubbing my clit with his other hand. I was going to die from pleasure. "Markkkkkk," I cried out. Mark slapped my ass, hard. I whimpered confused about why he had slapped me so hard. "Always address me as Daddy when I'm pleasuring you, Princess." "Yes, Daddy," I said my back arching more to try and make Mark move inside me as he had stopped to let me know how to address him. "Good girl," Mark said picking up a fast pace again. Mark ground into my ass and played with my clit. I couldn't hold back my pleasure as my muscles spasmed and tighten around his c**k and squirted all over Mark's desk. Mark turned me around and lifted me onto the desk. He spread my thighs apart and then looked up at me. "Princess you've made quite the mess. Let me clean you up." Mark grabbed some wet wipes from inside his desk and gently cleaned my juices off of me.