Daddy little princess

Jerald's POV

She moaned, screamed, and panted, and I was glad that the room was soundproofed while I spanked her hard.

Hopefully, Claire will come to work tomorrow, and I won't need to do this again. If she comes, I will take her to bed, make sure she gets my cock, which was for her and no one else, and have her screaming and begging for me to stop.

I would do that to her because she would want it as well. I had seen it in her eyes before she slammed the door shut; first it was fury, then it was fury that she had done such with her ex-boyfriend's brother, and then rage that she had enjoyed it so much.

Even under the effect of the aphrodisiac, she could recall all she had done what I had done to her body, and it only showed that she had never forgotten. That she would never forget how much I had tainted her, and she would come back.

If she wasn't going to come back to work, then I would find her and insist on her coming back. I was ready to teach her and give her whatever she wanted, except my heart. I was going to groom her into being in love with my cock, and when I am done with her, the thought of any other man who isn't me will disgust her. She will be irritated by such even if it happens to be Wale.

"Yes. Please." The stripper begged cumming from what was just me slamming her ass with my palm, and it had me scoffing.

The thought of Claire being the one in her stead made me want to fuck her. Ink my name around her pussy, let her fit, mold her inside to fit just me, and I would do that.

Her pussy thrummed when my palm slapped on her pussy, "Touch yourself, and we might go ahead, that is, if you can get me aroused once more," I said to her, pointing at my semi-erect dick.

She has her fingers on her clit with two others inside her cunt while touching herself, and another on her boobs.

"Claire wants you, my owner. Come and take my pussy."

I held myself back, knowing I wasn't supposed to be here any longer than I already was.

I slipped my cock back into my trousers before placing a bundle of dollars on the table. I knew she could tell what it meant. She was to be discreet. That was another reason I had been here.

They knew they had to be discreet. The last thing I wanted was for my face to be sprawled across the news, suggesting I had spent the night with a stripper. I didn't want that.

"Will you be back?" She questioned, taking the dollar note as she held it to herself, when my lips curled up into a smile.

"That would depend," I answered her.

"On?"

"If she comes to me."

"I will pray that she doesn't then, and then we can roleplay."

I didn't say one more word as I made my way out, a little conscious of my face while I made my way out. My driver was waiting for me, or so I had thought, until I slipped into the car, coming face to face with the one person I wouldn't want to know about this.

"I was right after all. You weren't here to meet with a client."

"I am a man, and I have needs," I responded when he shook his head.

"I could have brought anyone you wanted."

"You wouldn't have been able to do that, Max. Even I was unable to get who I wanted, and it is fine."

" By whom you wanted, don't tell me it is who I am thinking about?"

"Who are you thinking about?"

"The girl you had a one-night stand with, you have been acting weird since you slept with her. Is there something I don't know?"

Was I to tell him that she had stormed the office and was the one whom I had accepted as an intern? And to worsen this, she happened to be Wale's ex-girlfriend? Wasn't that going to be too much?

Max would toss her away if he had a clue, and I wouldn't have a say because when he was out on something, he was ready to go through every single thing just to make that happen, and I knew he wasn't stopping it."Have you been able to find out who it is?" I questioned, dissuading whatever thought he might be having that would give him the notion that he might know who it is.

"I stopped because I don't want you losing focus. We have a lot to do, and the last thing I want right now is for you to lose focus. We can't afford that. The last one was a mess, and you are yet to properly heal."

"I am," I answered, even when I still hated women for how I had felt. How did that make me feel, even though I saw them as the same?

I told everyone I have healed, which they might see as a lie, but not me. I knew I had, at least to a certain degree.

Max drove, not saying one more word as he drove the mile to my condo, which stood at the topmost part of the building and in which I was tempted to dive into the infinity pool immediately I got in.

"Thank you." I gave a little smile at him before pushing the door wide enough for me to step out. "Drive safe."

I traipsed off knowing that I had to prepare myself and my mind for if she doesn't come tomorrow. If she doesn't, would I need to talk to Wales to get her to have a change of heart? Or anyone else who would be able to do so?

***************************

I was up earlier than I usually would have, and that was because I was waiting for her to be here. Maybe I was being too elated when I shouldn't have been, but I knew she would be here; she had to. But when the seconds crept into minutes and minutes crept into an hour. I knew I had to get her here.

Perhaps she had given up and had decided not to be here, but that wasn't possible, was it? Not after yesterday? I had bluntly fought for her in front of Mr. Owen, so she was bound to see me as a good person, but then was it the sex? Should I not have said a word to her?

Would it have been way better to keep mute? Had I messed things up even before they started? She was ignorant, but that was then, and this was now.

I knew I had to come to a decision, and it had to be fast. My eyes peered at the wall clock when I decided it would be futile to wait; I needed to get her here, whether she wanted to be here or not.

My hands snapped the car key off the table while I made my way out just in time for the elevator to creak open, and my eyes fell on the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, while her cheek inked when she saw me before she bit into her lips.

Well, someone else had been thinking about the time we had together, and it wasn't just me.