CHAPTER SIX
Zander
I stare at Mary Cait as she stands in front of me, smiling knowingly as she says, “Good morning, boss. It’s nice to meet you.”
I don’t find words right away and she asks in an innocent voice, “Did you know that I worked for you when you fucked me last night?”
“I didn’t,” I say. “But it wouldn’t have stopped me.”
Her eyes flash and I feel my body reacting again. Dammit, I barely know this woman and I’m as excited to see her as if she were the long-lost woman of my dreams. Hell, she might be exactly that, the way she places her hands on her hips and leans forward slightly so her full breasts strain against the fabric of her shirt.
“If I’m going to work for you,” she says, “You need to start treating me with respect.”
“I am,” I say.
She blinks in surprise and says, “Telling me how much you want to fuck me is treating me with respect?”
“It is,” I say.
Her eyes flash again—God, it turns me on so much when they do that! —and she says, “How do you figure that, Zander? Do a lot of the girls who work for you want you to fuck them as well?”
“Actually, you’re the only woman who works for me, other than Hilde. And you do want me to fuck you. It would be disrespectful of me not to acknowledge that when it’s so obviously the truth.”
She stiffens and her jaw tightens. “You think you know so much about me, don’t you!”
“I know enough,” I say. “I know you like being dominated in bed. I know you like fighting with me beforehand so you have to be forced to admit it instead of just coming out and saying it.”
“Why you—”
“Don’t interrupt, little girl,” I say sternly. She gasps and colors and I can see she is just as turned on as I think she is.
“I know you like being made to wait for it,” I say, standing and walking to the window. I draw the curtains and say, “I know you like being held down so you can’t escape when I make you cum so hard your body loses control.”
“You are the most arrogant, selfish, frustrating man I’ve ever—!”
She stops because my lips cover hers. She slaps at me but kisses me back deeply and sensually and when she slaps at me again, I catch her wrist and pin both of her hands over her head. She presses her hips into me and gasps when she feels my rock-hard cock through my pants.
I pull away and she gasps and stumbles a little. I smile at her and walk to the door, locking it.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she says.
“I’m fucking you.”
She gasps again and shouts, “What the hell makes you think you can just tell me you’re going to fuck me and I’m going to just let you?”
“I can tell you want it,” I say.
“Why you—”
“Choose your next words carefully, little girl,” I growl.
Her eyes blaze fire but she wears a small smile as she says, “What if I don’t want to fuck you? What if you’re wrong?”
“I’m not,” I say. “But if I am, you’re free to leave whenever you want. The door locks from the inside. You can walk out of here and start working with the cattle and I’ll never touch you again. I don’t think that’s what you want, though.”
“Oh yeah?” she says. “What do I want?”
I smile at her and say, “You want to take your clothes off and get on your knees.”
She scoffs and says, “Oh really? That’s what I want?”
“That’s what you want.”
“And why do I want to do that?”
“Because you want to suck me off before I eat your pussy and fuck you to a few more of those powerful orgasms I gave you the night before.”
She laughs. “You are absolutely insane. Why on Earth would you think I want to give you a blowjob right now?”
“Because you like pleasing your Daddy, little girl,” I growl. “You just like pretending you don’t so your Daddy can make you give him control.”
“You know an awful lot about me for a man who only just met me last night,” she says.
I shrug. “Like I said, you can leave. You won’t, but you can if you want to.”
She glares at me, chest heaving. “Why you ornery, cocky, rude son of a bitch!”
“That’s not how a little girl speaks to her Daddy,” I say sternly.
She recoils as though slapped, Her cheeks flush deeper, her lips part, and a soft moan escapes. She recovers and her face flames even redder as she realizes I’ve caught her. “You arrogant, frustrating… ugh!”
I don’t respond and she glares at me a moment longer before lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it on the floor. Her bra comes next and then she bends over and unlaces her boots one at a time. When those are off, she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies them down her legs along with her panties.
I watch her undress, my cock throbbing in my jeans. When she is naked, she lowers herself to her knees and glares at me. “What next, Daddy,” she says impudently.
“Now you undress me,” I say.
I walk over to her, and she unbuckles my belt and pulls my pants down to my ankles. She lifts my shirt off, and as she does so, she slides her tongue up my body from just above my shaft all the way up to my nipple. She suckles it for a moment, and I gasp. Then she slides her mouth down my navel and pulls away, lowering my boxers until they fall over my pants.
“You are so lucky you’re right about me wanting to fuck you,” she says. “Because in every other way, you’re the most irritating man I’ve ever met.”
I smile and tilt her head up so she’s looking at me. “Suck my cock, little girl.”
She smiles and shakes her head in disbelief, whether at me or herself, I don’t know. “Yes, Daddy.”