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  Taken by Daddy’s Best Friend

  He’s more than forbidden…

  By: Lacy Ryder

  Published by Smutpire Press

  Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved

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  Chapter 1

  Katie

  * * * * *

  I take a deep breath, straightening my skirt as I step out of the elevator. It’s my first day at my new job working for one of my father’s closest friends, Mark Logan. I’ve known Mark for years. He’s a nice guy with a hell of a lot of money who loves nothing more than to spoil whatever woman he has on his arm for that day.

  He played hard, but he worked ever harder. My father always talked about how Mark built his business from the ground up. Word on the street was that he was a difficult man to work for because he expected so much from his staff. To say that I’m terrified would be an understatement.

  Mark had made it very clear when my father begged him to give me a chance that I wasn’t going to receive any special treatment. In fact, I’m half expecting the guy to go out of his way to make things difficult for me, just to amuse himself, because that’s the kind of thing he’d do. Regardless, I’m determined to make this work. I need this job, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to keep it.

  I push through the doors of Logan Enterprises, expecting to see his receptionist sitting there, but her seat is empty. I glance over at the closed door of his office and wonder what I’m supposed to do. Do I sit here and wait, or do I knock on his door and announce my arrival? After an internal debate, I walk over to his door and rap very gently on it. My hands shake as I wait for acknowledgement and when I hear what sounds like a “come in,” I crack open the door.

  Oh God.

  My eyes widen, and I’m sure what I thought was come in was actually I’m coming. I think I’ve just figured out why his secretary isn’t at her desk. It’s because she’s sprawled out, naked, on his. I stand in the doorway, panicking, convinced they’ve seen me and I’m not sure what to do. It’s like my feet are frozen, and I can’t look away from the sight in front of me.

  The door is only open a couple of inches, but now I have a dilemma. If I close the door, I’m terrified it will make a noise. But, if I stay here, he is bound to notice me. I don’t know how to get out of this situation without drawing attention to myself. It’s my first day and the last thing I want to do is make it known that I’ve walked in on my boss fucking his secretary.

  Panicked, I leave the door as it is, and back away, but as I do, his booming voice drives through the silence of the room, making me jump.

  “On your knees, on the desk,” he barks.

  I watch, wide eyed, as she does as she’s told, propping herself up on the desk in front of him. She’s naked, but he’s completely dressed. I wish I didn’t, but I find that so sexy. He’s totally in control, and she’s completely at his mercy.

  I inch closer again, unable to draw myself away. My heart pounds because I’m terrified he’s going to catch me, but the desire to find out what he’s going to do next is stronger than the fear of being caught.

  He opens a lower drawer in his desk and pulls out a blindfold, wrapping it firmly around her eyes. He then pulls out something I don’t recognize. He places it at her mouth, forcing it between her lips, and I realize it’s a gag.

  Shit. My heart races. This is so dirty and something I never would’ve thought he would be into. The few times I’ve met him at gatherings, like my parent’s parties, he was charming, mysterious, and quiet.

  I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, and I’ve had more than one fantasy about him, but what I’m witnessing is so much better than any of that. I never expected to catch him doing this. And I never expected to like watching it so much. He walks back around the desk, to stand next to her ass and moves her legs further apart. His hand reaches up between her legs and begins to rub her pussy.

  I tingle, watching this is turning me on to no end. I press my thighs together, trying to control the desire growing inside me but all control goes out the window when he kneels down behind her and begins to lick her entrance.

  She whimpers, and he stops. He frowns and orders her to be quiet. She nods, resting her head against the desk, biting down hard on the gag as he goes back to sticking his tongue inside her. I bite my lower lip, my heart pounding. I’m so turned on watching this, and it’s all I can do not to hitch up my skirt and thrust my fingers inside myself. I’m trying to memorize every tiny detail, so that later tonight, I can re-live it in the comfort of my bedroom—if I can even last that long.

  I watch as he stands up straight and undoes his zipper. He pulls out his cock and I gasp. It’s way bigger than I ever could have imagined and extremely hard. I swallow, my throat dry, imagining what it would feel like to have him drive that deep inside me.

  He lines himself up, and rams himself inside her, no warning and no easing her into it. She cries out, her thighs clenching as she takes all of him in. He grabs a handful of her blonde hair and yanks her head back, riding her deeper and faster. The whole thing is incredible to watch, he’s dominating her from every angle and in total control of her body.

  Still penetrating her, he reaches back into the drawer I watch with anticipation at what’s he going to pull out next. I gasp when I see the large, thick rod, which looks a lot like the batons the swat team use. Where the hell did he get one of those?

  He pulls out of her and walks around the front of the desk, removing the blindfold from over her eyes. He takes out the gag and puts the tip of the baton in the mouth. Her eyes widen as he slides it in and out, going deeper each time. It’s like he wants her to know how big and hard it is.

  With a smirk on his lips, he walks back around the desk, running the baton along the edge of it. When he reaches her, he rests the baton between her shoulder blades, then slowly runs it down her back before resting it between her ass cheeks. He angles it down and places it at the entrance of her pussy, slowly pushing it inside.

  She gasps, her back arching as she cries out, but she doesn’t tell him to stop. I focus on her for a moment, the pleasure in her eyes making me tingle all over. She’s loving every second of this and I find myself wishing it was me on that desk my legs spread wide open for my father’s best friend.

  I shudder, because this is so far from anything I expected when I thought about coming to work at Logan Enterprises. But then, what happens behind closed doors in his office is probably something he never thought I’d find out about. He doesn’t know I’m standing here, watching him. God if he knew, he... he would probably die of embarrassment. I know I would.

  I sneak away from the door, determined to cut myself off before I get caught. There’s no way I could live through that embarrassment. It’s not like I could leave and never see him again. I’d be running into him all the time around people we both know. And then there’s explaining to my dad why I left.

  Nope, I can’t risk it. No matter how much I want to stay and watch him pump her pussy with that giant rod, I can’t. I sneak back out into the hallway, unsure of what to do next. It’s well after nine—the time I was supposed to start, so if I go away until they’re finished, he’ll think I’m late. The last thing I want to do is make a bad impression. I decide the only thing I can do is go back in and make a hell of a lot of noise when I enter. />
  I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. My hands shake as they rest on the handle of the door. I turn it, and push my way in, my eyes squeezed shut as I call out.

  “Hello? Is anyone here? Mark?”

  My voice booms through the small office. I hear a ruckus on the other side of the door and I know that they’ve heard me. Instead of relief, all I feel is anxiety, because I’m still yet to face him. Maybe he knew. What if he saw me the whole time? Oh my God, I’m not sure I could handle that.

  Thirty seconds pass but it feels like hours, and then the door opens. Mark walks out, looking perfectly calm and collected. Not a single hair out of place. A few moments later his secretary stumbles out behind him, looking a little worse for wear.

  “Hi, Katie, so glad you could make it.”

  His voice is smooth, and if I didn’t know better I’d think he just spent the last few hours sitting in front of the computer, working. He does not look like a man who was just fucked the life out of his secretary.

  “Thanks for giving me this opportunity, Mark. It means the world to me. I hope I can show you what a hard worker I am. I’ll do anything to prove to you what an asset I can be.”

  I cringe because every word I use feels full of innuendos and full of double meanings, and I swear I can see a smirk on his lips. My face reddens, which makes me even more alarmed, because the last thing I want him to think is that I’m having dirty thoughts about him. Even if that is true.

  “I don’t doubt for a second that you’re very hard worker, Katie, and I know you’ll prove to me that I made the right decision in hiring you. You will be working with my secretary, Courtney. She’s going on leave next week, for a few weeks, and you’ll be taking over all of her responsibilities.”

  “All of them?”

  The words tumble out before I can stop them, and he looks at me quizzically, his eyes amused. I cringe, once again wanting the floor to swallow me up. But in the back of my mind I can’t help thinking…

  If he doesn’t have her to dominate and fuck senseless, is he expecting me to fill her shoes? I don’t know what scares me more, the fact that that’s a possibility, of the fact that I like the idea…

  I spend most of the morning shadowing Courtney. She’s actually a lovely person and we’re getting along quite well. She’s petite, with long blonde hair. Surely she would’ve been a cheerleader at school, she’s that peppy and upbeat. Maybe that’s why he likes her so much, so he can fuck some fear into her.

  She runs me through the booking system, and shows me how to keep up-to-date with the appointments that come in for Mark. Just when I think I’m getting the hang of it, she throws something else in, and I’m back at square one.

  I’m feeling overwhelmed, and part of that is that I can’t get my mind off what happened this morning. Every time I look at Courtney I see her, ass up, legs spread, and face down on his desk, taking him deep inside her.

  My pussy aches at the thought of it. I’m frazzled, and I know I need to do something to relieve this before I lose control. I excuse myself to the bathroom, and once I’m safely inside a cubicle, I hitch up my skirt.

  I put the seat down and sit, resting one leg against the side of the cubicle. I lean back and close my eyes, pushing aside my panties as I slide a finger inside my pussy. I gasp. I’m so wet. I bite my lip and imagine her bent over his desk while Mark fucks her senseless.

  I flick open the door and walk in. Mark looks up in surprise but he doesn’t stop ramming his Dick into Courtney. She’s blindfolded, she can’t see. I walk over and kneel down in front of her and press my lips against hers. She kisses me back. My eyes stray to Mark. He’s watching and clearly aroused as he thrusts inside her over and over again…

  Gasping, my thighs clench as I come. I groan, unable to keep quiet as my finger circles furiously around my clit. Oh God, oh God, oh God. My knees buckle as I press them together, locking my finger inside my pussy. I growl, my palm pressing hard against the wall of the cubicle as the last of my climax rifles through my body.

  Panting and out of breath I try to straighten myself out. I exit the cubicle and wash my hands, hoping to God that I don’t look like someone who’s just gotten herself off in the bathroom at work.

  When I walk out of the toilets, Mark is standing against the wall smirking at me. I want to die, because I wasn’t exactly quiet in there. Did he hear me? What’s he thinking? I can’t even stand to imagine, because every possibility is just as bad as the next.

  “Did you want something,” I whisper hoarsely.

  “Courtney is going home for a few hours, so I thought it would be a good chance for you to take over and see how you go. That way you can ask her questions tomorrow if you need to. The only thing I need you to do is keep on top of any bookings that come in. Can you handle that?” He asks, his smirk growing.

  I nod. I can handle that, right?

  Chapter 2

  Mark

  * * * * *

  From my desk I can see Katie flail around in reception without a clue in the world, and chuckle. This is almost too easy. I’m looking forward to fucking some sense into her later.

  She bends over to retrieve something from the bottom drawer and my cock twitches. Her long dark hair spills over her shoulders, but my attention is drawn to the way the back of her tiny skirt rides up her creamy white thighs, giving me just enough of a glimpse to know that I need to find out what’s hiding under there.

  She thought I had no idea she was standing at my door watching, Courtney and me. But I realized she was there the second she opened it. That whole time, I had one eye on Courtney, and one on her. I could practically feel her arousal as I fucked Courtney, and I’m sure that she wanted to be the one that I was fondling on my desk. I sigh, and shift in my seat. God, I wanted it to be her too.

  She’s such a beautiful girl. I’ve wanted to fuck her since the day she turned eighteen, but out of respect for her father I stayed away. When he begged me to give her a job it was like he was begging me to take my hard dick and ram it deep into her wet pussy. Well, at least that’s the only real intention I had when I said yes to hiring her.

  I wasn’t sure how I was going to warm her to the idea of being my newest submissive, but it looks like she took care of that for me. And then hearing her get herself off in the bathroom just now…God, it took all my strength for me not to barrel through that door and rip my cock out of my pants to give her exactly what she wanted.

  My phone rings, dragging me out of my fantasy. I glance at it, recognizing the number immediately. I smirk and pick it up, lifting it to my ear.

  “Gary, how are you.”

  “Good, I was just checking in on my daughter. How is she going? I hope she’s behaving herself?”

  “She is,” I smirk to myself. “You know you’ve raised a very good girl, Gary.”

  “Yeah, but she can be a bit mouthy,” he chuckles. “So don’t be afraid to put her in her place if she needs it.” I swallow a laugh because he has no idea much how I intend to do that.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” I grin. “I better get back to work. I’m still showing Katie a thing or two about how things work around here.”

  “Okay, thanks again for taking her on. Give me a call later. Maybe we can arrange golf for next weekend?”

  “Sounds good, Gary.”

  I press down on the intercom, and chuckle as Katie jumps about ten feet in the air when it rings on her end. I can see her hands shaking from here and she picks it up.

  “Hello?” she mumbles.

  “Katie, can you come in here and close the door, please?”

  “Of course,” she whispers.

  She walks into my office, her hands clenched into tight fists beside her. She won’t meet my eyes. I motioned for her to sit down she does, placing one achingly beautiful thigh over the other. I lean forward on the desk and smile at her.

  “I just thought I’d check in and see how things are going? I know it’s on
ly been a few hours but I figure that’s enough time for you to have formed an opinion on this place. How are you finding it? Do you think you’re going to enjoy working here?”

  “I think so,” she breathes, forcing a smile.

  I smirk, because she’s just too cute. She’s trying so hard not to let on what she saw. If I came right out and said that I saw her, she’d be so embarrassed. Part of me wants to see how she’d react. Would she try and deny how much she enjoyed it? I shift in my seat, my pants restricting as my cock hardens. All I can think about is throwing her on the desk and fucking her.

  “I just want you to remember that even know I’m your boss, I’m still your father’s best friend. You and I go way back, right?”

  Her eyes widen and I resist the urge to laugh. She’s so thinking about me fucking her. You can’t look that guilty and not be thinking about something you shouldn’t be.