7
Skye
The day after I lose my virginity to Jared Prince, I’m summoned to Penthouse Five to find my ballet instructor waiting in Jared’s office.
I stare at the tiny old lady who once used to be a prima ballerina and now rules my dance school with an iron fist.
“Mrs. Olsteen? I…what are you doing here?” I blurt out.
Jared answers. “Mrs. Olsteen has agreed to continue your training from here. She’ll be here from noon till three Monday to Friday to instruct you exclusively, starting tomorrow.”
My jaw gapes, my gaze swinging from Mrs. Olsteen to Jared and back again. “But…what about your other students?”
She waves me away. “I’ll place them with other tutors until you can return to the studio. You’re my best student anyway. It’d be a shame to let you miss too much training.” She pauses and eyes me curiously. “Mr. Prince tells me a family matter is keeping you away?”
My gaze flicks to Jared but his expression is noncommittal. “Umm…yes. I don’t know how long I’ll be away.”
“It’s nothing serious, I hope?” she asks, nosiness getting the better of her.
“Nothing that won’t resolve itself eventually,” Jared says cryptically.
Mrs. Olsteen’s gaze darts between us. When she realizes nothing more will be forthcoming, she gives a crisp nod. “We’ll take it week by week then.”
Jared presses a button on his desk. “Good. My assistant will see you out.”
With that crisp dismissal, the old woman leaves.
I stare at Jared. “I…I can’t believe you hired Mrs. Olsteen for me. And that she agreed. Some of the dancers in my class tried to get private tutoring from her and she always refused.”
“Power and money are great persuaders,” he says wryly.
I curb a wince at the not-so-subtle dig at my father’s sins, but still shake my head. “I don’t know what to say.”
“If you want to thank me, you can get that delicious ass over here.”
I go because how can I not? I’m insanely addicted to him. As he is to me if the feverish light in his eyes is any indication.
He swivels his chair around to accommodate me when I reach him.
Dragging me closer, he picks me up and sits me on his desk. His hands ran up my hips and ribs before cupping my breasts. “I’ve missed you.”
A nervous, aroused giggle escapes before I can stop it. I’m still grappling with how much this gorgeous, mysterious and powerful man wants me. “You saw me two hours ago at breakfast.”
He drags his fingers through my hair before tucking it gently over one ear. “Hmm, that’s far too long to go without tasting these perky tits. Need to see them jiggle as I defile that tight snatch,” he rasps, pulling up my tank and scooping my breasts from my bra cups.
“Hmm, Daddy Defiler,” I say with a half-giggle, half-gasp.
He grins and my heart somersaults in my chest. “You know it.”
We both sober up as the cool air-conditioned breeze draws my nipples into tight peaks. Jared gives another pained groan before closing his mouth over one, suckling and grunting his delight while he kneads and tweaks the other.
Pleasure shudders through me, my hips rolling on the desk as restless heat stirs between my legs. He finds that heat with his fingers, teasing my clit before his middle and index fingers plunge inside me.
He drives me incoherent, switching between one tight peak, my lips, then the other tight peak until I want to howl with how insanely good it feels.
“Ah, my little girl is slick and needy for me, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my heart bursting wide open at being called his little girl.