Daddy's Girl - Heavy Workload

Hey, all. I got another little Steven and Harper one shot for you to enjoy. Still working on getting some bigger projects ready to finish, edit and post so I hope that you're all enjoying these little snacks while you wait for something with more substance.

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"You think that's bad? I had to recalculate all of the Johnson's taxes yesterday because they wanted to add another dependent." Gerald rolled his eyes dramatically. "Swear to God, I can't stand these people that pump kids out just for a little more government money."

"Jesus," I breathed out in exasperation and shook my head. "Just hearing about that headache makes me never want to procreate."

Gerald let out a bark of laughter. "Too late for me unfortunately," he said and shrugged before motioning down to his dick with the hand that was free of multiple folders of papers. "That's why I got my wires cut though."

"Yeah I think I'll skip all the baby making and jump right to that," I scoffed.

"Eh, you never know. Might change your mind someday if you meet the right girl," Gerald said.

I could tell he was trying to play devil's advocate with me but I couldn't really care enough to play along. On this matter I was pretty set in stone with how I felt. Babies were much more trouble than they were worth. And that was without factoring in all the financial and emotional struggles that they brought with them along with a complete monopoly of my already limited free time.

"Yeah, I don't know about that, Gerald," I muttered. "I think I'm just fine flying solo."

"Whatever floats your boat, Steve-O," Gerald said and slapped me on the back before motioning down the hallway we had been lingering in front of. "Anyways, I gotta drop off these papers on Sanders' desk before she comes headhunting for me."

"Good luck with that, buddy," I said and raised a hand in farewell.

"Yeah, will do," Gerald sighed before a goofy smile broke across his face. "I'll calcu later." He elbowed me in the ribs. "Heh. Get it?"

I let out my best fake laugh and nodded. "Sure do," I said and walked away while I rearranged my face to look as exhausted as I felt after that conversation.

I like Gerald but dear God he has the worst fucking jokes. No idea how his wife puts up with it...

I shook my head and chuckled under my breath at my own thoughts as I headed back to my desk. It was hard to motivate myself with it being Monday and all but I had already thrown back two cups of coffee and I had no desire to try a third unless I wanted to be in the bathroom for my whole lunch break.

And all that'll do is make sure my workload is more backed up than it is already. I ran a hand through my hair and blew out a heavy sigh. Which is the last thing I need in my life right now.

I was so far inside my own head, lamenting over the ungodly pile of projects that I had lined up for the rest of the day, that I didn't even hear the footsteps approaching me. Which meant that there was no chance that I was going to see the girl coming around the corner with her arms full of paperwork just as I was about to round that same corner from the opposite side.

The two of us collided with a crash, sending the paperwork straight up into the air before it rained down around us like snow. I rubbed my shoulder, which the girl had run right into with her head, while I attempted to collect my conscious thoughts. Once I screwed my head on right again, I felt a deep ugly blush rise to my cheeks while I dropped to my knees and began to scoop up all of the papers she dropped into a sloppy pile.

"Oh shit. I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going at all," I muttered and tried to straighten up the papers in the stack so they would at least be semi presentable for this girl to take.

"It's fine," she said with a giggle that sounded a little hysterical. "I mean I'm already having the worst first day ever so this is just par for the course."

There was something vaguely familiar about that voice that I couldn't quite put my finger on while I was staring at the paperwork in my hands. When I looked up to give it to her, however, all the pieces clicked into place and my jaw unhinged as I stared at her with wide eyes.

"H-Harper?" I asked timidly.

It felt impossible that this girl in the cute office wear could be the same person that I had encountered in a dark back alley last week but when she looked up at the sound of her name I knew that I wasn't mistaken. She had the same chin length mahogany locks, the same dusting of freckles across her nose, the same big blue gray eyes that felt as if they could pierce through souls. No matter how unlikely the scenario was, this was Harper.

"Oh! Steven!" Harper said before her lips stretched up into a big smile. "What are the chances that I'd run into you here?"

"Well I work here so I'd say they'd be pretty good," I replied with an easy smile that matched hers.

It felt as if seeing Harper again would be awkward and bumbling but it wasn't. I was still as comfortable with her as I had been the last time we spent time together. It was actually a pleasant surprise to find that I felt so at ease with her still.

"Oh my God, so do I!" Harper exclaimed enthusiastically and clapped her hands.

My brows furrowed and I cocked my head thoughtfully. "Really? How have I never seen you around before?"

Harper drew in a deep breath before letting out a sigh that blew her hair up. "It's actually my first day. And, as you can see," she held up the messy stack of paper for me to see, "I'm not having the best start."

"Aw, baby. I'm sorry," I cooed, not even thinking about the term of endearment that slipped so naturally from my lips. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Harper's lips parted and her brows raised for a quick moment before she composed herself once more. "Well, um, if you could help me find an A Parker's office, that would make my life slightly easier."

"Oh, Andrew Parker," I said with a nod before a slow smile unfurled on my face as I realized where Harper had gone wrong. "Whose office is actually two floors up."

"What?" Harper snapped and then looked down at her papers before shuffling a few things around. I watched her eyes trace across a page she stopped on for a few seconds before she threw her head back and groaned. "Son of a bitch."

I chuckled at her over dramatic display before stepping closer to place a hand on her lower back. "Come with me. I'll show you the way."

"Really?" Harper asked, her voice overflowing with enthusiasm as she clutched the mess of papers to her chest. "That would be amazing. It's so big and I'm so lost."

I rubbed soothing circles on her back and nodded sympathetically. "It took me a minute to get really good at navigating this place too," I said as I subtly started leading her to the elevator. "But I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon."

Harper's big eyes met mine with a look of concern. "You think so?"

I grinned. "Smart girl like you?" I waved my free hand in a dismissive gesture. "You'll be running this place in no time at all."

Harper bumped her hip against mine and smiled coyly. "Look at you smooth talker," she said playfully. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to butter me up for something."

"No, this is just me being me," I remarked and pushed the up button on the elevator before casting a sideways glance at Harper. "Could you really blame me if I were trying to butter you up though?"

Harper let me lead her inside the elevator before going to stand against the back wall while I pressed the button for the fifth floor. Once the five button was lit up and the doors began to close I took my place next to Harper again--where I found myself feeling surprisingly comfortable and at ease--before looking over at her with my brows raised expectantly.

"Could I blame you? Was that the question?" Harper shot back with an amused glance up at me.

I nodded once. "It was."

"Not really," Harper said and scooted a little closer to me so that our sides were grazing against each other again. "I'm very susceptible to flattery after all."

"I remember," I muttered and looked over at her briefly with a sly grin lighting up my face.

"You seemed the type to have a good memory," Harper murmured and reached down subtly to run her pinky along the length of my hand.

A shiver ran up my back from this brief contact of her skin against mine and I was helpless to remember the time we had spent together just a few days prior. The way her mouth had felt wrapped around me. Feeling how tight and hot she was when I was inside of her. The deep, sloppy kiss we had shared after both of us had cum.

"Only when it comes to things worth remembering," I husked as I unconsciously moved closer to her so that our shoulders and hips were flush against each other.

"And I fit into that category?" Harper asked in no more than a breathy whisper.

I wanted to open my mouth and say something suave that would brush this conversation away from the tense, serious tone it had taken all of a sudden. When I tried, however, I was incapable of making any sound come out of my mouth. As hard as I tried, I just couldn't belittle what that night with Harper had really meant to me.

"Yes," I admitted in a soft voice. "Being with you was..." I shook my head as I searched desperately for the right words. "It was the confidence boost that I've been needing to get back on my feet for a long time. So, with that said," I reached out and slipped my palm against hers gently, "it would be impossible not to remember every minute I spent with you."

"Well," Harper drawled before letting out a soft, surprised sigh. "I'm not gonna lie, I never expected to leave such an impact on anyone. But," Harper reached over to take my hand in hers, "I'm glad that when I did leave a mark that it was you."

"Yeah?" I breathed, fully intrigued to know why I was so special in her eyes.

Before I could get my answer, however, the elevator doors slid open, leaving the two of us in full sight of three of my coworkers, laughing and joking just a few feet from where Harper and I stood.

The professional side of me wanted to rip my hand away from Harper's but I was smart enough to know that an action like that was likely to hurt Harper's feelings and that was the last thing I wanted to do. So instead I gently squeezed her palm in mine and then let my hand slip away from hers as subtly as I could. This earned me a curious sideways glance from Harper but nothing that showed that I had slighted her feelings or upset her.

I have an idea that works sure to be all kinds of eventful now that Harper's around. I just hope that I can keep my wits about myself and not do anything stupid just because there's a pretty girl around. A pretty girl that I... I flicked my eyes to Harper for a quick moment before I looked away again. Well, let's not split hairs. A girl that I'm attracted to and would definitely like to see on a personal level again.

"Steven!" Linda exclaimed in excitement at the sight of me before lifting a hand to wave me over.

I glanced over at Harper--who had morphed her features back to a calm, pleasant expression--and subtly motioned out of the elevator with my head before stepping out to meet the inevitable onslaught of my coworkers.

"Hey, buddy," Tom said and slapped my shoulder with a hearty smack. "Whatcha doin' up on fourth?"

I put on my best fake, corporate smile--something I had perfected so well I could basically bluff my way through any work situation--and put a hand on Harper's back.

"I'm helping the new hire find her way around," I said before looking down at Harper with my faux smile.

I wasn't sure how good she was at reading nonverbal communication but I did the best I could to explain how much I wanted to get out of this situation quickly and painlessly through the desperate intensity of my stare. Harper seemed to understand something that I was attempting to communicate through my eyes because she turned to the trio with a huge, fake smile that could have fooled anyone.

Except for someone who's seen what she looks like when she really smiles. You'd never fall for that bullshit grin if you'd ever seen how beautiful her real smile was.

"Hey everyone, I'm Harper," she announced before stepping forward to hold her hand out for someone to shake--which Ned scrambled forward to do with a dopey smile on his face.

"So good to meet you, Harper. My name's Ned and I work up here on the fourth floor so if you ever need any help around here don't be afraid to come and find me."

Ned rambled on until Tom came over and peeled the shorter man off of Harper's hand before taking it for himself.

"Sorry about him. He gets excited," Tom said with a chuckle and a charismatic smile. "I'm Tom by the way and that," he waved a hand back to Linda, who had lost all of her over eager enthusiasm all of a sudden, "is Linda."

"Tom, Ned and Linda," Harper said, nodding to each of them in turn as she said their names. "It's nice to meet all of you."

Harper took a step back so she was standing next to me again and put a hand on my bicep, perhaps a little bit too intimately, before she smiled at me sweetly.

"Is it okay if we find Mr. Parker's office now, Steven?" Harper asked in a coy, pleading voice that made my dick stir in my pants unexpectedly.

I nodded down at her, not even the slightest inkling of denying her wish crossing my mind, before I looked over at my trio of coworkers.

"Sorry, guys. I'd love to catch up but I really have to show Harper where this office is," I said and then shrugged apologetically, as if this was such an unfortunate outcome, before I slipped my hand down to Harper's lower back again unconsciously and led her past Ned, Tom and Linda.

Once we were a good ways past those three Harper turned to me with a curious brow cocked and asked, "Have you and Linda fucked before?"

"What?" I asked incredulously and looked over at Harper with shocked eyes. "Of course not! Why would you even think something like that?"

"Hm," Harper hummed, completely ignoring my outrage as she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "She must have a big ol crush on you then."

I shook my head and furrowed my brows. "How, pray tell, are you coming up with these wild fucking conclusions?"

"Oh it's not wild," Harper remarked with a knowing side-eyed glance. "I saw the way she looked at you. Especially after you touched me." A light giggle left Harper that made me want to sigh. "Girl glared at me like she was ready to kill."

Linda? I asked myself incredulously. Linda from payroll? She has a thing for me? Since when?

My brows furrowed as I considered this question for a few moments before my gaze flicked over to Harper suspiciously.

Why does she even care? It's not like I knew about Linda. And even if I did I don't see myself ever pursuing someone like that. Especially not at work.

That thought forced me to pause in my musings before backtracking curiously. That's not how I feel about Harper though. If I had the chance I would jump to spend time with her, regardless of our new status as coworkers.

"What?" Harper asked with a tinge of amusement dancing in her voice.

"Hm?" I hummed absently.

"You're staring at me," Harper said and then turned to look at me with raised brows. "It makes me wonder what you're thinking about."

"Oh, nothing," I lied quickly and shook my head.

"Couldn't have been nothing," Harper mused in a low voice while her eyes narrowed suspiciously at me.

I shrugged and smiled at her. "Maybe I was just looking at your pretty face."

Harper hummed thoughtfully, as if she were weighing out how much she was willing to accept this answer, before her lips pulled up in a blinding smile that easily knocked me off balance inside myself.

"I suppose that's alright," Harper said, a bit smugly, before turning her eyes forward again.

She's so easy to butter up. Just gotta say something nice about the way she looks and bam. Totally docile kitten. Although...

My memories took me back to that night at the bar when I had first met Harper. That one scumbag that had been hitting on her half the night had called her everything short of a goddess but Harper couldn't seem to care less.

So perhaps it's not just being complimented that makes her so happy... I screwed up my mouth in thought, something I often did when I was crunching numbers, and hummed under my breath. Maybe it's just...me. Could that be it? She likes to be complimented by me?

I tried to catch another sneaky glance at Harper from the side but she looked up at me as soon as my eyes met her face. We stared at each other for a long moment before Harper smiled comically wide and looked away again.

Maybe...no. That's impossible. But...maybe. I cocked my head to the side as I continued to stare at her. Maybe Harper has a bit of a thing for me too.

The mere concept of this made me want to scoff out loud. That's not possible. I assured myself. If Harper had a thing for me things wouldn't have ended like they did between us.

Unless... Another part of me argued. Unless she was expecting you to make a move the other night. And then this would be the magic second chance that no one gets to make that first encounter right. My brows were furrowed so tight they were beginning to give me a headache. Is such a thing even possible?

"Now I know you're thinking of something," Harper sighed.

"Huh?" I said and looked over at her so she could see me shaking my head. "No I'm not. I'm just, uh..."

"Leading us to a dead end?" Harper asked before motioning to the end of the hallway we were quickly moving toward.

I stared at the wall we were facing for a moment before I looked behind me and saw where we were supposed to be going, Andrew Parker's office, a few yards back.

"Not intentionally," I said before letting out a self deprecating laugh.

"'Cause you were so deep in your head that you don't even know where you're going anymore?" Harper asked, that playful tinge dancing in her voice again.

"Something like that," I admitted under my breath before I cleared my throat and looked over at Harper with a motion of my head toward the hallway we had already traversed. "Anyways, um, Andrew's office is back this way."

"Oh, good," Harper said and showed me the messy stack of papers she had been holding on to tightly. "I can finally get my ass chewed out then."

"You're not gonna get your ass chewed out," I remarked with a roll of my eyes.

Unless it's by me. My thoughts blurted out before I could stop them.

Harper narrowed her eyes at me and shook the papers in my face aggressively. "How else do you think someone is gonna react to seeing this?"

"They'll probably be pretty pissed," I said and shrugged. "But I was planning on telling Andrew that it was my fault. So if anyone is gonna get an earful, it'll be me."

"You don't have to do that," Harper said in a soft, surprised voice.

"Actually, I do," I said and smiled. "I was the one that ran into you and caused the problem in the first place, remember?"

"The first problem was getting lost, actually," Harper pointed out. "But if you really want to be such a perfect gentleman, then I'm not gonna say no."

"Good," I husked and leaned in closer to Harper in response to the heat that flamed up in my chest from her words.

Something about her calling me a gentleman made me recall that night again. How Harper had said that she didn't mind as long as I was only playing the part of the gentleman. Almost as if she knew that there was something else under my normal, respectful façade that was a little more wild and animalistic. Whether it was Harper that pulled it out of me or it had always been buried inside me I wasn't sure, but I definitely found a feral side with her that was the furthest thing from what a gentleman was.

"I like it when you don't say no," I said in a voice so low that the words rumbled warmly in my chest and throat.

Harper bit her lip and smiled as she searched my eyes before finally murmuring, "It's a good thing I don't say it often."

"Mm-hm," I hummed. "A very good thing indeed."

We stared at each other with a similar intensity in our eyes, an intensity that I was very aware of. It charged the air around us with electricity and turned every one of my nerves on end--especially the ones in my cock.

Harper dipped her chin the slightest bit so that she could stare at me from under her lashes. This move made her look incredibly innocent and coy, two things that Harper definitely was not.

The longer we stayed in this bubble we had somehow blown around us the more I felt as if I couldn't breathe. It wasn't a suffocating sensation really, but there was a weight and heat in my chest that seemed to press inward with more force as the seconds ticked by inside of Harper's eyes. Just when I was sure I had reached the height of the pressure that my body could stand, Harper's tongue slipped between her lips before she licked them slowly.

I heard the audible groan fall out of me as I watched Harper's talented tongue swipe first across her top lip and then her bottom one but it seemed as if that sound was coming from a million miles away. It was somewhere down where my body was lingering on earth, which was nowhere near where my consciousness seemed to be floating somewhere in the far reaches of outer space.

God I wanna kiss her. I thought suddenly. And she wants it too. I can see it on her face. My own tongue dipped down to lick my too dry lips before I took a step closer to Harper. All I have to do is cup her face in my hands and lean in...

"It's about goddamn time!"

Harper and I both jumped away from each other at the loud voice booming from a few feet down the hall before we turned to see who had interrupted us with such synchronization that it would have been comical in any other circumstance.

As irony would have it, the person who had interrupted mine and Harper's near kiss was Andrew Parker, a big bellied man with a clean trimmed goatee and the first signs of male pattern baldness setting in. I knew the man in passing mostly and from what I could tell he was a nice guy. This impatient side of him was something I hadn't seen from him yet, though.

As I considered how unseemly this look of irritation was on Andrew's round, normally jovial face, his expression changed into something more akin to surprise.

"Bradshaw?" Andrew asked as he raised both brows before his lips split into the grin I was used to seeing from him. "What are you doing up here?"

I rearranged my own expression into my trained faux smile and stepped toward Andrew while slipping a hand in my pocket to appear casual.

"Came to apologize to you actually," I said with a quick chuckle before I motioned back to Harper with my free hand. "The new hire, Harper, got a little lost on her way up to see you and ended up on my floor. Bad luck for her because I was walking around with my head in the clouds and bowled the poor girl right over."

Andrew let out a big barrel laugh before setting Harper with a sympathetic stare. "You ran into space cadet Steven here on your first day?" he asked her with a playful wink thrown at me. "You must have bad luck."

"Yeah and it gets worse," I said as I took the papers from Harper before presenting them to Andrew. "This is what happened to the documents you asked for."

"Ah," Andrew said, drawing the word out in a long groan before he finally took the papers from me while he drew in a breath and sighed. "It could be worse."

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Parker," Harper spoke up suddenly as she came to stand at my side. "I'll make sure to keep a wide berth from this one," she motioned her head toward me, "from now on."

Andrew let out a big laugh again while he stepped forward to offer his hand for Harper to shake. She did so willingly, letting her dainty hand get swallowed by Andrew's big paw before she shook his hand twice.

"That's real good, kid. I think I'm gonna like you," Andrew said with a good natured chuckle.

"Likewise," Harper shot back smoothly before turning on her undeniable charm with a wide smile. "And I promise that I'll be more punctual with your next delivery."

She's such a natural with people. I hummed thoughtfully as I cocked my head to the side and observed the way Harper spoke with Andrew. It's not even fake either. She doesn't have to put on a smile or try to act a certain way. She's just comfortable with people. My brows pulled together unconsciously. I'd kill for it to be that easy.

"Are you ready to show me the way back, Steven?" Harper asked, pulling me out of my musings and back to her abruptly.

I looked up at Andrew, who was staring back at me expectantly, before flicking my eyes back to Harper once more. "Yeah. Of course."

Harper smiled wider for me, something that made that warmth in my chest spark up again, before she touched my arm to make me move. On her touch alone some kind of trigger got pulled in my brain and I began to walk back toward the elevators we had first come from.

Once the two of us were inside the elevator and the doors were shut, I turned to Harper with a smile and began to speak.

"I'd say that went pretty well-"

That was all I was able to get out before Harper was pushing me against the wall of the elevator and claiming my lips with hers in a needy, ravenous kiss. My eyes shot open in surprise at this sudden assault but my shock only lasted a few moments before my lids were fluttering closed as I surrendered myself to her kiss.

Everything about Harper was so soft and warm and inviting that it was impossible for me to resist the urge to wrap my arms around her lower back and tug her close to me. There were no thoughts about how inappropriate this was, especially at work, all that fluttered through my mind were random bursts of joy from feeling Harper's lips against mine again, occasionally mixed in with a spark of lust that shot straight to my dick until it was standing at attention like a soldier ready for battle.

"Someone's excited to see me," Harper breathed against my lips as her hand snaked down my body before grasping the bulge that was fighting against the front of my pants.

"Fuck yes," I growled back before flipping her around so she was pressed against the elevator wall before roughly claiming her lips once more.

Not only was I completely apathetic to how unprofessional I was being in a work setting, but I also didn't care showing Harper how much I desired her either. There was no reason to hold my cards so close to the vest with the way we had been flirting constantly so I simply stopped caring. She could feel how stiff my dick was, how hungry my lips were and how greedy my hands were, and she could know that it was all for her.

"Jesus," Harper murmured as she broke away from me to catch her breath. "You really want me, huh?"

I pulled back from Harper's jaw, where I had been kissing and nibbling along the soft skin, so I could set her with a no bullshit look. Without saying a thing I grabbed one of her hands, which had found purchase against my chest, and pulled it down to rest on my dick, which was now so hard that it was nearly painful to feel it pressing against the front of my slacks. I watched with shaky breaths as Harper squeezed and stroked my length through my pants while she wiggled in the spot she stood in.

"What do you think?" I said in a deep husk as I bucked my hips so my dick pressed against her hand harder.

Harper bit her lip and flicked her eyes up to mine from under her thick lashes. "I think that I'm about to get fucked by this big daddy cock again," she purred before flashing me a sly smile as she grasped my dick a little harder.

"Yeah you are," I growled before shoving my hand up her skirt unceremoniously so I could squeeze her cute, tight little ass. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you're gonna have trouble walking afterward."

"Fuck yeah," Harper moaned softly and bucked her hips up to meet mine. "Are you gonna fill me full of cum too?"

"Mm-hm," I hummed gruffly while my fingers teased their way under Harper's waistband so I could feel the warm flesh of her ass. "I want you to feel my cum seeping into your panties all day after I've had my way with you."

"Oh God," Harper groaned as she humped into my side, where I could feel her stiff little clitty rubbing against my thigh. "How are you gonna fuck me, daddy?"

Before I could go into all the details of how I wanted to use Harper's pussy and tease her clit mercilessly, the elevator dinged and the doors began to open slowly. We moved away from each other quickly so we were at a presentable distance in case anyone were to be waiting outside of the doors. Thankfully the coast was clear on this floor and we were safe from any persecution. At least for the time being.

"My office or the bathroom," I muttered to Harper without looking her way.

"Which one is closer?" she asked in a low, panting breath.

I thought about this for half a second before I grabbed Harper's hand and dragged her out of the elevator and down the hall to the left.

"Bathroom it is," I mumbled, mostly to myself, and carried on down the too long hallway toward the single bathroom where Harper and I could be alone again.

The bathroom door was barely shut behind Harper and I before I was throwing her against the door and claiming her lips as my own while I fumbled for the lock blindly.

"What? Don't want someone to walk in on us?" Harper asked with a playful nip to my lower lip.

"I might have to share you if someone else saw us," I husked as I finally found the lock and slammed it home with a heavy, metallic thud. "So no."

"Fuck," Harper muttered in a shaky breath before she grabbed my jacket and yanked me back toward her lips.

I kissed her like there was no tomorrow for countless minutes. Sloppy kisses that were all lips and tongue hungrily seeking dominance over the other. I had never kissed someone like I was kissing Harper now and, as I felt my dick grow impossibly harder in my slacks, I realized that this was how I wanted to be kissed for the rest of my life.

"Turn around," I husked against her lips before claiming them roughly against mine one more time.

Harper parted from my kiss with a cute whimper that made my dick twitch in anticipation. Instead of following my command, however, Harper reached down and unzipped my slacks before freeing my throbbing cock from its prison. I wanted to be upset that she was disobeying the very simple command that I had given her but I couldn't find myself able to do anything but stare at Harper's hand around my dick with an expression of soft awe.

"I promise I'll do as you say," Harper cooed as she got on her knees so that she was eye level with my crotch. "But I had to see your big daddy cock first."

"Mm," I growled in my throat while my hand slipped around the base of my cock so I could hold it out for Harper to see. "You mean this cock?"

Harper nodded coyly and bit her lip before she leaned forward to kiss the head of my cock. "It's so pretty, daddy," she murmured in reverence as her eyes trailed along the length of my thick shaft.

"Yeah," I said and reached down to weave my fingers into her soft, mahogany locks. "You know what else is pretty?"

"Hm?" Harper hummed absentmindedly as her eyes crawled up reluctantly from my cock to meet my face.

My grip tightened in her hair before I tugged upward lightly as a sign to Harper that I wanted her on her feet. Her eyes went wide as she scrambled to her feet to do as I had commanded. I grinned at this quick obedience she showed before planting a passionate kiss on her lips that had her surprised eyes slipping closed in no time.

"You," I murmured when I pulled back from Harper's lips.

"Huh?" she said in a voice that was both dazed and breathless.

I smiled wider at the dazed state that my kiss seemed to put her in before I leaned in closer to her ear so I could husk, "You're pretty."

"Oh," Harper whispered as she blinked in surprise. "Do you really-"

I cut Harper's words short by grabbing her hips and spinning her towards the door before I flipped her skirt up over her ass.

"But you'd be even prettier with a cock in your pussy," I growled and jerked my hips forward so Harper could feel the head of my hard cock probing at her panties.

"Oh, fuck," Harper moaned as her hands slid up to the door while she threw her ass back against my cock with a needy wiggle of her hips.

"That's right, baby girl. Daddy's gonna fuck you," I cooed as I pulled her panties aside with one hand so I could see her cute little ass under real light for the first time.

"Please, daddy," Harper whimpered while her hips pushed back against my cock impatiently. "Please fuck my little pussy."

Oh don't you worry about that, princess. I mused. I'm definitely gonna fuck your pussy.

"Widen your stance," I rasped before licking my hand and rubbing the saliva along the head of my cock.

Harper didn't dare defy my orders again. She spread her legs and pushed her ass out a little further so that I could have the best access possible to her tight, puckered little hole.

"That's a good girl," I said and pressed the head of my cock up against her ass before I leaned over so I could kiss Harper between the shoulder blades.

The moment I started to lean forward, however, my cock started to sink inside of Harper. Once that initial descent began, Harper arched her back, meeting my searching lips halfway, and let out a throaty moan that made my cock twitch and trickle out precum inside of her.

"Fuck, daddy. You feel so," Harper panted and reached back with one hand to grasp my slacks so she could pull me in deeper.

"You haven't felt anything yet, baby girl," I growled as I brought both of my hands to Harper's hips.

Once my hands were settled on Harper's slim hips I started to press inside of her at a merciless pace. Harper whimpered and squirmed underneath me as I fed her inch after inch of my fat cock until my balls were pressed up against her comfortably.

"F-Fuck," Harper stuttered, nearly sobbing at the intensity of what I had just filled her with.

"No, princess," I murmured against the back of her neck, where I laid a half a dozen kisses up to the shell of her ear. "That's what happens now."

That was all the warning I gave Harper before I started to pump my cock in and out of her tight hole fast and hard.

Harper threw her head back with a moan at the rough treatment that I was giving her. Something told me that she really wanted me to use her and fuck her hard and I wanted noticing more than to give her what she wished. So I did my best to plow her pussy, using her as if she were nothing but a cock sleeve made for my pleasure.

"How do you like being opened up by a big daddy cock, baby girl?" I husked. "You like feeling me stretching you out? Cause I'm gonna keep doing it until your pussy fits my dick like a glove."

"God, yes," Harper cried and tried to push back against my cock as hard as I was giving it to her. "Fuck me until my pussy is made for your cock."

I leaned in close to Harper's ear while my arms wrapped around her middle. "Your pussy is made for my cock. It just hasn't been trained properly yet," I told her in a low rasp. "I have to fuck it and stretch it and fill it full of cum until you're craving me like a bad habit." One hand snaked up her body until it was wrapped around her throat. "You'll be helplessly hooked on this cock."

"Fuck," Harper uttered in a shaky breath and reached down to the waistband of her skirt.

Before she could slip her fingers in and touch herself, however, I grabbed her searching hand and then scooped the other one up for good measure before pinning them over her head.

"See? This is what I mean about not being trained," I growled and pressed down on either side of Harper's windpipe with light pressure. "You think you can do whatever you want without my permission," I clicked my tongue in disdain, "but that's okay. Daddy's gonna train you to be the perfect little slut."

Harper threw her head back and exposed her neck to me at the feeling of my fingers tightening around her throat. I grinned and pressed a little harder on her windpipe for a moment before I released the pressure completely.

It's hard to imagine how I could possibly make her a better fuck than she already is. I mused to myself as I watched Harper throw herself back against my pumping cock despite the difficulties I created by pinning her wrists down and gripping her throat. My lips quirked up in a grin and my fingers flexed around her throat in response to the utter control I had over Harper at this moment. That doesn't mean I don't have a few things up my sleeve that I wanna try though.

"Have you ever cum with just your pussy, baby?" I murmured while I laid sloppy lingering kisses along her skin in tempo to the slow, deep strokes that I had eased into suddenly.

Harper looked back at me with her bottom lip between her teeth before she looked away and shook her head. "Not with anyone else," she admitted. "Even by myself it's hard."

"Oh I bet," I cooed sympathetically against the back of her neck. "But you need the training. So."

A single lingering second passed by silently before Harper asked, "So?"

My teeth sunk into the lobe of Harper's ear before my jackhammering hips started up once more. "So I'm gonna train you to cum with this tight, cute pussy and nothing else," I growled. "And if you even think about touching your clitty I'm gonna lock it up."

"Daddy, no," Harper whined and moved her hands restlessly against the hand that held her wrists down. "That's so mean."

"Is it?" I shot back in a voice that was strained and panting from the exertion of my thrusts. "As long as you're a good girl you'll get a cum. That sounds pretty fair to me."

"I wanna be a good girl! I wanna cum!" Harper exclaimed in a high breath.

"Uh-huh," I grunted and slammed my hips against Harper's ass so hard that I was sure there would be bruises in the place where our bodies collided. "Feel my cock pumping into your cute little pussy and let go."

Despite the calm and controlled demeanor that I was putting on for Harper, I was the one that was beginning to feel my body let go. My hips were still pumping into her as hard and fast as I could, but my rhythm would stutter erratically every time my balls tightened--which was becoming more frequent the longer we fucked.

"Fuck your pussy is so tight, baby girl," I groaned while my hips jerked with quick bursts in and out of her. "It's taking everything I have not to bust my nut inside of you."

Harper looked back over her shoulder and stared at me with half lidded, lust darkened eyes. Her mouth was slightly parted and her tongue rested on the bottom one as she drank in my gaze hungrily.

"Fuck me," Harper panted in a low, breathy voice. "Fill me up until I cum. Make me your good girl, daddy."

I had a visceral reaction to this request. The hand around Harper's throat tightened while the hand around her wrists released their grip so it could plunge into her beautiful mahogany mane. I gripped her hair between my fingers and pulled back to expose her throat, giving my big hand better access to her windpipe.

"I'm gonna fill this pussy with so much cum that it'll be leaking out of you for days," I grunted as I slammed my cock into her with hard, punctuated thrusts. "I'm gonna drag you into this bathroom and fill you full of cum everyday. So you'll always have a piece of daddy's cock throbbing inside your pussy. Trickling out and reminding you...reminding you," I gritted my teeth as I felt my balls tighten up to my gut in that tell tale sign and growled, "who you belong to."

The things I was saying to Harper turned me on so much that I couldn't even think of holding back the massive orgasm that burst from the tip of my dick and painted Harper's insides with my sticky deposit. The moment that my dick started twitching in time to my tightening balls let me know that this was an obvious outcome. What wasn't obvious was the way that Harper arched her back after I came and jerked her hips erratically.

Mm...maybe she...?

I let my hand slip away from Harper's throat so I could sneak my fingers inside the waistband of her panties so I could feel for myself. Just as I expected, my fingers met the warm proof of Harper's orgasm the moment I slid them across her twitching member.

"And you didn't think you could," I chuckled under my breath and kissed along the back of Harper's neck, where I had been laying claim to her skin for the better part of a half an hour.

Harper threw her head to the side so she could shoot me a look. "I said I wanted to," Harper reminded me.

"Mm-hm," I hummed and smiled at her widely. "And that's why you were able to."

Harper rolled her eyes at this response but she was smiling so she couldn't have found me too exasperating. When her brilliant blue gray eyes met mine again I found myself easily falling into their stormy depths. Harper must have had some kind of similar reaction to my own eyes because her smile faltered as she stared at me and soon we were both leaning in toward each other automatically.

Kissing her was like slipping into my favorite easy chair after a long day. It was warm and soft and, most important of all, it was comfortable. Harper's lips seemed to fit mine as if they were made for each other and the way our lips slid and pressed against each other was in such sync one could have assumed that it was a single brain controlling the kiss instead of two separate ones.

When we split from that long, lingering kiss the two of us stared at each other in that same stupor from before until Harper's lips pulled up in a smile.

"I assume you'll be wanting to see me here in a few days to discuss my next, ahem," she cleared her throat in an overexaggerated manner, "deposit?"

I threw my head back and chuckled loudly. "Most definitely," I said. "I might just come up with some kind of schedule just to make sure you're always getting it on time."

"Oh yeah?" Harper purred playfully and leaned in closer to me so her lips could brush against mine when she spoke. "Are late deposits bad?"

"Very bad," I husked. "Especially for sluts in training."

"Mm," Harper hummed seductively. Before she could open her mouth and say any more, however, three tentative raps struck the bathroom door we were pressed against.

There was a pause of silence while Harper and I froze in place and then a voice that was nearly as timid as the knocks spoke up. "Is someone in there?"

I flicked my wide eyes over to Harper, who was shaking in silent laughter, before I turned my gaze back to the door and cleared my throat. "Just a minute," I called back gruffly.

There was another pause before I heard the shuffling of feet walking back and forth as the faceless voice waited for Harper and I to vacate the space.

"We should probably, uh," I muttered and rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.

Harper nodded with her lips sucked between her teeth. "Yup," she whispered and then looked between us with a deliberate stare before she flicked her eyes back up to mine. "We might wanna, you know, disconnect first."

"Shit. Right," I said before clumsily pulling my dick free of Harper.

Ever the gentleman, I made sure to pull her panties back into place and straighten her skirt before I tucked myself away and zipped my slacks back up.

Once we both took a second to make sure that we were presentable, I opened the door and motioned for Harper to go first. She did so with such confidence that even if our intruder had heard us, her aura said that she didn't give two fucks. I did my best to walk with the same certainty in my steps as I followed Harper out of the bathroom and past the bewildered man watching us leave together.

"So," I drawled when we were alone again. "I guess I'll be seeing you around then?"

"Of course," Harper said with a smile aimed at me that was so brilliant it made my heart stutter. "I'm sure that I'll be in your neck of the woods quite a bit with all the running around this job has me doing."

I nodded. "Make sure to look me up whenever you're in the area," I said before attempting to woo her with a smile of my own.

"I'll do that," Harper said and then cocked her head with an inquisitive expression. "Although I don't have the faintest idea where your office is yet." She looked up at me from under her lashes and softened her smile. "Do you wanna show me?"

I stared at Harper for several seconds as I processed all the information that this particular request offered.

She's still horny. And she wants me to be the one that scratches that itch. In my office. On my desk maybe... I licked my lips. God I'm already behind on my workload but how can I say no to her?

"Alright," I said without any fucks to give about the bitching I was sure to get from my boss later.

"Really?" Harper asked, all coyness erased for giddy excitement.

"Mm-hm," I hummed before offering her my arm. "Anything for you, baby girl."

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