Don't Tell Daddy (7 page)

Pamela contained her moans and didn't touch her hardened clit. "Yeah baby," Bryan whispered, kissing her neck. "It's good. You got good pussy, baby," he moaned, stroking her clit, since she wouldn't.  

"It's yours, it's yours," she swore. "Ay... Ay, Papi... Favor, no." 

"Cum, Mela. Cum for me." 

"No me puedo," she whined
I can’t
. He stroked her clit faster, but she held it in, her convulsing muscle squeezing his dick.  

"Fuck, baby. Ay mi amante pequeña." 
Oh my little lover . 
He kissed her shoulder blade.  

Pamela fought hard to pass this test. Tried so hard not to cross herself into that state of oblivion.

Bryan lifted her up, and immediately, she took him in her mouth, looking up at him, hoping she was pleasing him. "Shit," he groaned as she sucked slowly. He stroked the hair out of her face. "Come here, Pamela." 

Pamela continued sucking, moaning on his dick. Bryan wasn't ready to cum. He lifted Pamela up and kissed her, stroking her clit. "Please," she begged, trying to get away.  

"Stop," he commanded with authority. She stayed and he rubbed her. "Cum for me, mami. Let Papi know you like it." 

She nodded and he lay her in the bed, spreading her legs. "Do you want to cum?" 

She nodded yes, her eyes filled with desire. Damn she wanted him something terrible.  

Bryan filled her, and she closed her eyes, feeling like her legs were lead. She could not move as he stroked her. She could only take it. "Yes, Papi. It's so good." 

"Are you going to give it away again?" 

"No sir." 

He kissed her lips, feeling her pussy convulse around his dick. She arched her back, taking her orgasm with much relish. But then she grew frantic. "I'm so sorry—" 

"I'm glad you finally came for me, cariña." He sucked her neck. She moaned.  

"I'm not in trouble?" 

"Do you want to be?" 

Last night had been torture enough. No. she was just fine. As long as she could safely enjoy orgasm again.  

"Come on. We've got a flight to catch." 

They showered and got ready to go. "You know what a personal assistant is," he told her, driving towards her house. "I need you to keep track of appointments, meetings, presentations. Etcetera. I do not pay people to fuck up, Pamela. So if you need a job like you say, you had better do it right." 

"Yes sir." 

When he was her boss, he wasn't her lover. She understood that immediately.  

They got to her house, and he carried her bag in for her. Up in her room, she changed into a pair of sweats and a fitted before packing suits and flats.  

                                          *** ***

Bryan rubbed Pamela's thigh as she laid on his shoulder. "¿Qué quieres esta noche?"  
What do you want tonight?

She looked up at him, and he kissed her soft lips tenderly. She was slow to open her eyes. "Quiero por tú a ámame." 
I want for you to love me.
 "In every way." 

"I love you, Mela," he whispered, holding her. The meaning of that love had changed significantly.

Pamela gave up. She knew she loved Bryan romantically now. She could no longer fight it. She crossed that line and took her little girl panties off, so it was time to put her big girl panties on. She had to share her man with his wife and that was the reality of the situation.  

When they touched down and got in their room, they lay together, jet lagged. Bryan kissed Pamela's shoulder. "I have a meeting in two days. So get adjusted to the time," he suggested.

                                         
Palpadme

Pamela woke up after a long day. Being Bryan's personal assistant was no joke. She was glad she wore flats, because working for him left her on her feet all day. She was glad that the busiest three days had ended. They hadn't done more than kiss goodnight and Bryan fingered her in an elevator once, but she hadn’t gotten off.

"Bryan?" she called, feeling the bed empty. She climbed out of the bed, hoping to find her man. But no sign of him. So she went to the bathroom and handled her business. She was just picking out clothes when he came back.  

"You won't need those where we're going." 

She turned and saw Bryan pushing a little trolley. She could smell the delicious aroma of breakfast.  

Bryan came into the room and kissed her. "Good morning, chula." 

"Good morning, Papi." 

"Are you hungry?" 

"Starved." 

He instructed her to sit as he undressed before he sat on the bed, and he fed her, watching her soft, pretty lips on the fork. Damn he wanted them on his dick. He rubbed her thigh and kissed her. The moan in her throat wouldn't be contained. The ache in her groin wouldn't dull. Her nipples stood erect as if it was freezing.  

"Are you wet, mami?" he asked, his hand moving to caress her pussy as it began to sprinkle from her womb. He wanted it to pour. He stroked her clitoris, tonguing Pamela down. She took his dick in her soft hand, playing with it, rubbing the tip.

She broke their kiss and went down. He groaned. Damn it felt so good when she did that. She was quickly becoming the best head he'd received. Better than a woman twice her age.  

He lifted her up, and stood. "Come here. Straddle me." 

She did as he said, and he took his dick, finding her warm entrance. He bent his knees slightly as he fucked her, feeling her soft titties jiggle on his chest. 

"Mm, Bryan," she whispered on his ear, stroking the nape of his neck, which only succeeded in making him hornier. They had another meeting in a few hours, but they needed this.  

Bryan gripped Pamela's thick ass, kissing her lips. "Is it good?" he asked.  

"Ay," she moaned and nodded, her eyes closed.  

"Look at me." 

She opened her eyes. He looked into them. Everything about her was just so damn beautiful. "Te quiero. Amo ser cerca. Ser en tu amor." 
I love you. I love being close. Being inside your love. 

Her eyes rolled back and her breathing quickened as she squeezed tighter. "Oh, Papi!" She rubbed his neck. Her eyes closed. Finally she gained control. She looked in his eyes. "Oooh, I love you too, daddy. I love when you're in me. Oh God, oh God." 

He leaned against the wall, pumping his dick in and out of her tightness. "I'm cumming," she moaned. "Oh, Papi! It's so good."  

"Cum for daddy," he whispered.

Pamela felt her release building inside of her and her eyes drifted shut as she began to float into her blissfully unconscious state. She had needed it so desperately.

She lied there as her body hummed from its high, moaning as Bryan still stroked.

He lied her back on the bed and slowed down, prolonging his orgasm, feeling himself so deep inside she was breathing for him. He pulled her to him, watching her face contort in pure ecstasy as he finished inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him inside of her as he kissed her. She held him around the neck as he kissed her softly, his tongue tickling her bottom lip. 

They lay there and dozed off, but they woke at noon to the alarm clock blaring and groggily untangled themselves. Bryan pulled Pamela to the shower and washed her body for her, trying not to excite her, much as he wanted to. They didn't have the time.

After their shower, they got out and went to dress and then outside, they got into his chauffeured car. It became all business. Internally, Pamela was turned on to see him this way. In this suit. Smelling good. Being serious. His strong mind. His intellect. She wanted him to sex her mind more. 

"Make sure to send the email about the chocolate company to—"

Bryan's personal cell rang. He mouthed the company to her and answered for Heather. Pamela's heart sank a little as he greeted with a "Hey, baby." But she sucked it up and opened the email file in the Blackberry and did as she was told, making sure to get the company right. Sex aside, she really did need the job. She was trying to get her own place. 

They arrived at an office, and Bryan led Pamela in, his hand on her lower back. The small touch gave her chills, simple as it was. 

They met up with the people Bryan was doing business with, and one especially greeted Pamela warmly, kissing her hand and smiling with a megawatt brightness. In a very cute Italian accent, he asked whether she knew of her beauty. She blushed, and Bryan cleared his throat. "On to business."

Bryan was annoyed with the man flirting with Pamela. But Pamela kept her mind off all three men as she took notes and sent out files and memos accordingly, following along. Bryan was glad that Pamela was so competent. Maybe it was a good thing her mother had put her to work so young. If only he and Heather had done the same for their children.  

After the meeting, Bryan wanted to take Pamela to dinner. Not a business-related dinner, but a date. She was so enchanted with the idea. He gave her money to shop, and she searched hard for her perfect outfit.

She picked out a fitted white blouse with a short, navy, high waist skirt. She picked out a pair of red pumps. She liked how she looked. Not too pompous, but not too easy. She hoped he liked it. 

Pamela got a little sample of some perfume and was on her way. She got into the chauffeured car and met Bryan at the restaurant. When he saw her... She couldn't explain. The way he looked at her made her tingle from head to toe. 

He got up and took her hand, kissing her lips softly. "You look stunning, bella."

"Gracias." She smiled. He kissed her again and took her to their table, lit with a small candle, a little rose in a vase.  

Under the table, he was rubbing her thigh, and he saw the look in her eyes, begging him to go further. But her mouth didn't. "Bryan—"

"Shhh," he whispered, sliding his hand under the skirt. "Don't make a sound, and no one will know, baby."

She nodded just as the waiter came over. Bryan actually spoke Italian, and for a second, Pamela forgot she was horny. "What do you want?" he asked her. 

"Chicken Alfredo," she said, still stunned. He ordered for her, then their waiter was gone, and he kissed her again. 

"I'm going to get you a condo when we get home, okay?" 

She nodded. She wanted to get out her parents' house, and now she wouldn't have a thing to worry about when Bryan was with her. No one had to know he was paying for it.

Lazy Love

Pamela was so happy to move into her condo. For years, her parents made her save her money and she had never spent a dime. So her moving out wasn't something odd. Her parents expected it sooner rather than later. They knew as soon as she started talking about working steadily instead of sporadically for her mother. Her parents accepted it with ease. The house was once again all theirs. 

She was now alone there, lying in the plush king sized bed, listening to a bit of Ne-Yo. Her eyes closed as she sang along to Lazy Love. 

Ooh my lobby call was 11:30

She couldn't help getting up in her boy shorts and t-shirt dancing on her bed, whining along to the music. Her hips rolled and she was really into the song. 

But I roll over into your curly hair

She felt along her sides, her hands going up through her hair as she danced on her bed, not even noticing that she had company. 

"That's a very cute dance you have going there," Bryan said from her doorway. She jumped and fell back. He chuckled. 

"It's not funny," she whined. He walked towards her bed. 

"It was really nice," he told her, leaning to kiss her. She smiled. Heather was out of town with Jada. Fate wanted this affair to happen. She was convinced. 

"I can do another dance for you, Papi," she whispered, smiling with a seductive tease. 

"I'd like that."

She started the song over, taking his tie off him, smiling. She kissed him and sat in his lap. Now she was the one in control. "Do you want this dance?" she asked on his lips.

"Yes."

"How much, Papi?"

Or so she thought she was in control. He kissed her neck, and it was game over.  She was about to give him everything he wanted. 

"I want it enough to give you whatsoever you heart desires, my love."

She danced for him, unbuttoning his button-down. He watched her small hands work over his clothes until he sat in nothing but a beater and boxers. He lifted her up and set her on the bed.