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Pleasuring my dad's best friend

"Come for daddy, little Eli." Those words from my dad's best friend, were my undoing. I lusted over this man for years and he never noticed me. I was nothing more than his friend's daughter. I devised a plan to get him to fuck me. When the truth gets out, will it be the end of this fire between us? And what happens when my dad—the world finds out about us?
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Chapter 3

ELIANA'S POV

I paced back and forth in my room the next morning, contemplating if I should go ahead with this. I mean, he didn't recognize me and I didn't have to worry about being rejected. I made up my mind. I had to accept his proposal.

“Eliana, darling, I brought you some ginger tea for your stomach.” My aunt announced as she walked in. “The maid, Solidad told me you didn't want to be disturbed last night so I let you sleep. How are you feeling now?”

“Thanks aunt. I'm fine now.” I replied. I took the cup of ginger tea from her and drank it.

“Eli, you should be in bed. Just because you feel better doesn't mean you're better already.” She directed me to bed and made me sit.

The second I sat, I winced. I was still really sore from last night's adventure with my dad's best friend. “You see, Eli? You're not fine yet. Should I call the doctor?” My aunt asked, obviously worried. If only she knew what was really wrong with me.

“Aunt, I'm fine.” I got up, gave her a kiss and headed out. “I'll be back before you know it!”

Scott said 12 noon but I couldn't wait that long. I stopped by a restaurant to get some food. I knew my aunt would feed me something terrible for my stomach's sake so I didn't bother eating at home. I got my order and sat down to eat.

“Well, well, well, if it isn't the brat chasing after my boyfriend like a whore!” The familiar voice said with spite.

“Vicenta, I have no time for your nonsense. You know I have nothing to do with your ridiculous boyfriend.” I bit back in anger, insulted by her silly claims.

“How dare you?! Girls, teach her a lesson.” The girls with her immediately moved to do her bidding. I can't possibly fight them all.

“Come any closer and you'll get hot gravy in your eyes, trust me.” I warned them, backing up my claim with a little bit of action and anger. I grabbed the gravy tight, threatening to pour it on whoever dares to come any closer.

I don't know why they enjoy picking up on me. They were either dumping stuff on me or spreading lies but not today, not when I have an important meeting—a meeting with the man I've always wanted.

They got scared by my rage and threat and hurried back to their table. Once I was certain they weren't going to try shit, I walked out of the restaurant since I'd already paid.

I got to Scott's company. I had never been inside it. I've come here a few times, hoping to get a glimpse of him but never got in.

“Good morning, I'm here to see Mr. Scott.” I greeted the receptionist.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No I—”

“Then I'm sorry I cannot help you.” She cut me off before I could explain.

“He asked me to be here.”

“We hear that all the time.” She mumbled, staring at me from head to toe. I don't blame her. I was wearing a tank top and ripped jeans. My stomach was exposed and I probably looked like hell after depriving myself of sleep.

I remembered the card he had given me. I quickly dialed his number. Surprisingly, he answered at the first ring. “Mr. Scott, I've made up my mind. I'm currently at Blackwell's digitals but I don't know the way to your office and the receptionist won't help with that.”

“Wait there, someone will bring you up now…What's your name?”

“Marie! Uhmmm…Marie Thorn.” I had almost forgotten the fake name I'd chosen.

“Alright Marie, I'm sending someone to get you now.”

In no time, a female came over to the reception. “You must be Marie Thorn…” She inquired.

“Yes, yes.”

“Follow me.”

I followed immediately. We took the elevator and soon we were at Scott's office. I didn't know if I could go in or if I had to wait outside. “Go in, Miss Marie, my Boss is expecting you.”

“Thank you.” I whispered. It was like she knew exactly what was in my head.

I opened the door and walked in. He looked so serious, composed. For some reason, I felt shy and small. I just stood there waiting for his order.

“Lock the door and come here.” The order was said in a soft but serious tone. I obeyed without batting an eye. When I got close to him, he pulled me onto his laps, I could feel his bulge next to my sore pussy. My eyes widened. Was he always rock hard?

“For you baby, for you.” His response made me wonder if I had asked that question aloud. “How's that little pussy feeling?”

“Fine. Just a little sore.”

“You know, you just had to tell me to stop and I would have. I was too rough last night and you said nothing.”

“That’s exactly how I like it, daddy.” I whispered against his lips. His lips caught mine in a kiss, not rushed but slow and passionate as his hands roamed over my body. I wanted him, right there, that very minute. I wanted him to take me again.

Moving my hips back and forth against his already hard cock, trapped in the confinement of his pants, I whispered: “Fuck me in your office.”

He pulled back, a smile on his lips. “Always ready. I like that, baby.” He gave me a quick kiss and said: “Not now.”

“Please Daddy, I want you—i need you.” I pleaded as I rocked my hips against his.

“You will have me tonight, I promise.”

“Okay, daddy.” My disappointment was obvious in my voice.

"Good girl. For now, sign this.”

“What's that?”

“An agreement. You'll be exclusively mine, you'll grant me freedom to do whatever I want to do to that lovely pussy and body of yours?” He explained, his eyes focused on me. His hands caressed me through my clothes, moving them until he got to my jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped it and slipped his hand into my pants. “Do you accept, Marie?” His fingers played with my clit as he spelled out every word. I was so fucking wet. He slipped two fingers inside me and moaned.

“Tell me, baby, do you want this as much as I do?” The words were whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes, Daddy… I want this too.”

“Good girl. Put your name here and sign.” I did that immediately. “Prepare tonight, I'll send my driver to come pick you up."

"Yes daddy!"

"Later little pussy. Now go before I fuck that sweet ass of yours. I'll call you later.

I hurriedly left the office in excitement. Everything was going better than I had planned. I had just signed a contract, making me my dad's best friend's plaything!

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