“Do you think of me as a daddy, Miss Korsgaard?”
“No.” She wrinkled her nose adorably. “You’re too mean to be a daddy. You’re more like the monster under my bed.”
“Yes. That would be more accurate.”
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he lifted the back of her dress and draped it over her lower back. Her white panties had silly ruffles on the bum, but they left the sweet curve of her ass cheeks bare.
The taboo of it weirded him out but aroused him anyway.
“Monsters tend to do what they want,” he pointed out.
“True.” She laid her head on the table, watching him, trembling and pressing her thighs together.
Rather than touch her, he sat in front of his lunch and began to eat. He tore a small piece off his sandwich and pushed it into her mouth. She blinked slowly at him as she chewed, her eyes going soft and dreamy with every bit of food he gave her. When the sandwiches were gone, he pulled her into his lap. He ate the soup, savoring it and her subtle squirms, still impressed with how good a cook she was.
“This is good. Would you like some?”
She nodded, even though he could feel her pussy burning a hole in his thigh. Carefully, he spooned some into her mouth. That went well enough, but a bit of the next spoonful dribbled down her chin. He caught it with his tongue, and then they were suddenly kissing and he wasn’t quite sure how it happened.
When he pulled back, he swatted her bare thigh. “Bad. I’m supposed to be working.” Despite his words, he turned her back to his chest and found himself exploring the top of one sock with curious fingers.
“You’re the boss in this place. You don’t have to work at all, if you don’t want to.”
“Oh?” He followed the pink ribbon threaded through the top of the sock to the inside of her thigh, and tickled her there, but then dropped his arms back to his sides.
She squirmed in his lap, her giggle breathy.
“And am I supposed to make using your pretty cunt my job instead?”
She whimpered and spread her legs, draping them over either side of his and hooking the toes of her ballet flats behind his calves.
“Such a bad little girl, acting slutty for the monster when he’s trying to have a conversation with you.”
“It’s not my fault. The monster has been ignoring me when he’s not growling and it’s making me crazy.” Tentatively, she took his wrists and pulled her arms around her, then slid one of his hands between her legs, and the other into the bodice of her dress. He left his hands where she’d put them, but didn’t take things any further.
She whined, but let her head fall back against his chest. Holding her facing away from him was easier than a real hug. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Dogs.”
She sighed. “The people answering my ad don’t seem very nice. I watch them with the boys, but they’re either too rough, or too soft. I can’t send them off with people who can’t handle them.” She grimaced. “And I was kind of hoping they’d go somewhere together.”
“No one is going to take four mannerless puppies. They get into everything.”
She nodded sadly.
Forget the silly dogs. He had questions he needed answers to.
“You let me do anything I want,” he observed.
“What? Is this about the dogs?”
“No.”
“Well you should let a girl know when you change the subject.”
He swatted her thigh and she smiled shyly. Brat.
“This is about you. You never safeword. You let me toy with you, beat you, humiliate you. You obey my orders and don’t ask for anything. Why?”