Daddys vixen, p.1
Daddy's Vixen, page 1
To the girls that dream of a CEO Daddy stretching them open… “Falling in love is not rational. It’s madness. A beautiful, wonderful moment of magni icent insanity.”
—Michael Faudet
Blurb
ADEN
He was wrong for me . Everything I should have stayed away from, but he was like a delicious drug to my system and once I got a taste, I wanted more.
We never should have been, but we are and there’s no changing the future for us.
Triggers & Tropes
Incest (Father & Daughter)
Huge Age Gap (18-48)
Virgin Heroine
Celibate Hero (15 years)
Of ice Romance
CEO/Personal Assistant
Grumpy/Sunshine
Explicit Scenes
Explicit Language Oral Sex
Trauma
Spanking
Choking With A Tie Pet Names
Spitting (Lots Of It)
DADDY’S VIXEN SOUNDTRACK
wRoNg — ZAYN ft. Kehlani
Sacri ice — Black Atlass
Fantasy — Black Atlass
I Want It — Two Feet
You Say — Two Feet
You? — Two Feet
Put It On Me — Matt Maeson
Lost The Game — Two Feet
I Feel Like I’m Drowning — Two Feet Be Your love — Bishop Briggs
Hurt People — Two Feet
The Wall — PatrickReza
Not Enough — Elvis Drew, Avivian Storm — Honors
Tonight — R3YAN, BLVKES
Sex In Paris — Nikki Idol
PLEASE — Omido, Ex Habit
The Devil In I — Nikki Idol
Talk To My Skin — by Stalgia
Night Swim — Sidi
Begging — Laura Dalla
Same Old Love (S.O.S. Pt.1) — Two Feet I Want It — Two Feet
The Complete Soundtrack Is On Spotify
FORBIDDEN ADEN
Coffee—dark drip, no sugar. Almond croissants for breakfast. Mondays iles. A meeting at 3 p.m. Sushi for lunch at Ling’s Sushi Bar. Check emails.
Dinner at The Hilton.
I went through the list of tasks I had for the day in my little grey notebook. If anything went wrong today, my butt was walking out of this building unemployed. My boss was very particular about the way his things were done and because I wasn’t doing them right, he made sure to write them down for me, so that next time, “There would be no room for mistakes”, as he’d put it so nicely the other day. In other words, he was a perfectionist arsehole and I…was not so much.
Speaking of said Tyrannical Devil, the frosted glass doors opened as he sauntered in and brushed past me. Aaron King. Forty-eight. Born in Sweden, and raised in London for most of his life. Old enough to be my daddy. He’s 6 ‘3 according to his latest Forbes appearance which—roll my eyes—was not his irst appearance in the Forbes Magazine. Jesus, what an ego trip that must be.
From across his desk, I could smell his perfume and aftershave. A perfect blend of Vanilla Latte and cool cinnamon.
He cleared his throat and I glanced up to see him in a white shirt today untucked from his perfectly pressed charcoal grey suit pants. The cuffs of his shirt were undone and the irst few rows of buttons near his throat were unbuttoned, exposing the smooth skin of his bulging Adam’s apple. He somehow always managed to pull off that corporate look without even trying.
For God’s Sake, Aden stop staring at your boss . But the little devil perched on my shoulder couldn’t help herself. I glanced up into his Atlantic slate, blue eyes. His eyes were strange. They’re not exactly blue or grey, but an unusual blend of both. They almost appeared murky. Aaron was staring right at me, irritation pulling at his thick, dark eyebrows as his soft-looking dark blond locks fell into his eyes. His hair was the kind of hair you’d love to run your hands through as he settled in between your thighs. It’s a shade of dark, dirty blond. His angular cheekbones were clean-shaven.
“Aaron—“
He lifted his eyebrows at my boldness.
“Mr King,” I cleared my throat and corrected myself with a forced smile.
“Miss Summers.” He placed his large hands on his desk. “Are you forgetting anything?” That smooth Etonian accent of his made my knees weak. His voice was husky, and when he spoke in that posh accent of his, it always made everyone in the room listen carefully to every single word and syllable that fell out of his mouth.
I fumbled, adjusting my round, wire-rimmed reading glasses as I glanced at his desk and realised that I had forgotten to get an extra cream croissant. Fuck. It was for his morning breakfast meeting with some harlot named Meredith. I always get her the cream croissant, which she only took a bite out of because her calorie count couldn’t be disrupted. She came in once a week and she was the hot Versace model type but it’s not that hard for all the employees to draw their conclusions as to what kind of “meetings” they were having. Not that I gave a damn. Each to their own. Of course, anyone with two perfect eyes would fuck my boss too. One could only imagine what those cruel lips that are always tipped up into a slightly cruel smirk could do. Or those long ingers. Long, slender ingers. I imagined them inside my pussy and mouth at the same time, inger-fucking me into oblivion. Choking me until I came all around him.
“Aden?”
Holy fuck.
Jerking back to reality, the heat immediately travelled to my face when I realised that he was watching me. Scrutinising me. And I could feel the warm dampness between my legs. It was way too early for my panties to be this wet. I usually waited until he left the building at seven every evening, before touching myself in his of ice chair. Just getting off on the idea of him pounding my pussy drove me insane. What? He had big dick energy. But that doesn’t take away the fact that he was a pain in the arse.
His lips are pursed into a tight line, giving me a stern stare that says, “Why do you exist, Aden? Purely so that I can make your life more miserable than mine.”
“Can you get it or should I send someone else who’s a little more capable this morning?”
“I can get it,” I said a little too quickly before walking out of his of ice. Did I mention that he was a pain in the arse? A hot fucking pain in the arse though.
If I were the owner of my own corporate company, I’d make men like Aaron get on their knees before me. But that’s a dream right now and all I was, was a personal assistant who worked for the world’s grumpiest arsehole who never laughed or smiled–ever. I mean who drank their coffee black and bitter every single day? There’s such a wide range of options to choose from. I would rather die than be like Aaron. He was the type of person that sucked all the sunshine out of a room and then replaced it with his fun gloomy self. I bet that was why everyone looked the way they did when they showed up at work here every morning.
It’s a cool Spring day. People were crowding the streets as they hurried to get to work or get their quick breakfasts before heading to work.
I got to the nearest Starbucks which was just around the next block from King Corp and waited in line. When it was my turn, I decided to order a pumpkin cream cheese muf in instead of the damn croissant, because she doesn’t even eat the damn croissant. Besides, who wouldn’t like muf ins? Everyone loved a good muf in. Especially if it had cream cheese in it.
Muf in in hand, I made my way back towards the towering glass building with a black iron cast frame and King Corp in massive iron lettering at the very top.
I took the elevator up to the top loor where Aaron’s of ice was and thankfully when I got there, the doors were still open and his bitch—I mean pretty lady friend—wasn’t here yet.
Leaving the cupcake down on his desk near the croissants, I stood there, waiting for him to say something—anything. But he was silent as he continued to scribble notes across the surface of a page. I know that he knew I was standing there, but he just wanted to be an arsehole, so I cleared my throat. I bet he loved it when his employees had to grovel for his attention.
He stilled for a second as if he was going to look up at me, but he didn’t. He just went back to frowning as he wrote down his notes. “Mr King?”
“Did you get it?” His voice was low and had a timbre so rich to it that it sent shivers down my spine.
“Yes, I—”
“Thanks, you can go now,” he dismissed me and I bit my tongue in restraint from making a snide remark.
Instead, I took a deep calm breath and headed to the adjoining of ice that was now mine.
I couldn’t understand why my little workspace had to be right inside of his workspace, but he said that was the only way he could function and that he’d have a better chance of keeping an eye on me. I didn’t want his eyes on me. Yeah, right. What about his hands? You don’t want those on you too?
Slamming my door, I turned around in time to see Aaron glance up at me for a fraction of a second, his eyes narrowed, dark brows furrowed deep and his lips pulled into a thin line.
Go fuck yourself, Mr. King. I faked a smile and moved to the seat behind my desk.
My little of ice, even though questionably too small to even be called an of ice, was illed with my personal touch. I had a little shelf with books, a little buzzer gadget that Aaron used to summon me like I was his little minion all day long, and then I had my landline that was connected to his as well in case he needed me to make any calls or take calls that he didn’t want to deal with. My wooden mahogany desk had little plants in glass tubs in one neat row. They’re all succulents because I’m not good
I just had a few cactuses and Venus Flytraps for now. I wished that Aaron would stick his inger in one. Sighing, I opened my MacBook and logged in.
I had to sort through Aaron’s list of things that he had to do this week because I couldn’t mess it up like I did last week. He threatened me that “My arse was out of here if I couldn’t do the damned job properly”.
It wasn’t that hard organising his lists though. He had a pretty boring lifestyle. At four a.m. he went to the gym till ive for a solid hour, sometimes an extra half hour, and then it was time for work. I usually met him here at the of ice at six, waiting with his disgusting green smoothie from GreenLeafe. He typically has sushi for lunch. Nothing too sloppy or unhealthy. His meetings are illed with a bunch of other arrogant arseholes who walk around the boardroom, puf ing their chests out like they’re ready to take on the world and form their very own Justice League squad.
And his week usually ends with two to three dinner charity events. I couldn’t possibly imagine what he did with the rest of his free evenings and I highly doubted it was spent in the arms of a lover. I mean he was silent and has this constant disgruntled demeanour about him every single day. If he wasn’t a billionaire with a tower that reached into the sky, my next bet was him being a serial killer. Who would date that? Certainly not me.
I’ve been his secretary for a month. My mum got me the job through a friend and I just needed to make ends meet. I was inally managing to pay my rent, so whatever Aaron did was none of my business. I just needed him to pay me at the end of each month until I could upgrade from this circle of hell.
I was perfectly ine living in my happy bubble even if it wasn’t not as glamorous as his. I woke up happy in my tiny studio apartment ready to ill my day with sunshine. But it was not possible to bring that to work
when you worked at King Corp. And if anyone thought I had it bad, I’ve seen him make employees cry. Yeah, grown-arse adults, men twice his age. I’ve seen him give zero blinks—or fucks for that matter—as he
ired people while staring blank them in the face.
A shudder travelled through me as I reminded myself not to fuck up either. I didn’t have any backup trust fund to help me pay my rent and I knew I was not going to get another job that paid a personal assistant so generously. I’m pretty lucky Aaron hasn’t kicked my butt out on the curb as yet, considering my rocky start on the job and my weekly mishaps. Trust me, I was born with the invisible caution sign on my forehead. I was a walking casualty.
Just as I opened up a task planner on my MacBook, my buzzer sounded and I glanced up to see Aaron staring right at me, signalling me over with his index inger. And then I looked over at the other seat and saw Meredith sitting there, gripping the cupcake in her hand and shooting glares at me.
Fuck. Me.
Taking a deep breath, I made my way out of my little of ice and stepped into Aaron’s of ice, knotting my ingers nervously as my eyes cut across to his. I swear I saw a muscle in his jaw tick as he stared right back.
“Aden.” His voice was calm—and that was not a good thing, trust me on this. “Why did you get the muf in, when I asked—”
“I can’t believe you’d give me this monstrosity to eat!” Meredith cut Aaron off with her annoying voice. I mean she was clearly trying hard to pull off some annoying posh London accent only people who weren’t from London tried to do.
I looked at the cupcake in her hands and then back up at her only to let out a little chuckle. “It’s just a cupcake. I promise you that there is nothing monstrous about that little cupcake.”
Shut your smart mouth, Aden.
“Aden.” Aaron’s voice was a warning for me to shut up and just stand there and be a good girl.
Meredith gave me a haughty look. “I can’t eat cupcakes! They are completely disruptive to my diet, you idiot.”
This bitch…
“Well then,” I reached forward and tried to grab the cupcake from her, “I’ll just take this away and bring something else,” I said that last part with my teeth gripped as we both tugged on the poor cupcake.
Meredith didn’t let go of the cupcake as I tried to remove it from her grip, so when I let go, it was like a slingshot effect, because Meredith’s hand moved back, and the cupcake hit her square in the face.
R.I.P to that poor cupcake.
My mouth hung open and I suppressed the urge to laugh. And then I remembered Aaron’s sitting right there. When I turned to look at him, he was glaring at me. Shit-shit-shit.
I watched from my little of ice as Meredith cleaned her face off with tissues. Aaron was trying to talk to her calmly, but she kept giving me death glares as if I was supposed to just drop dead. The bitch wishes.
I bit my thumb’s ingernail and paced around my of ice until I saw her leaving and then Aaron turned around and a lump nestled itself in my throat as he moved towards my of ice.
“I’m so sorry,” was the irst thing that came out of my mouth when he swung the door open and then shut it behind him. “I thought she’d like a cupcake better than the croissant.”
“Don’t,” he said, walking towards me.
I held my breath as he neared me, his dark eyes glaring right into mine as he towered above me. Aaron glaring down at me was extremely intimidating because he was so freaking tall. He was a giant actually. It must have been those Scandinavian genes.
I moved backwards until my arse was hitting the desk and Aaron came closer, nostrils lared. Something hard presses against the front of my abdomen. I swallowed hard because it very much felt like his cock. And it was pressed up against me. How did he not notice? Judging from the deep frown in between his eyebrows, I’d say it’s because he’s more focused on dealing with the situation at hand. I squeezed my thighs together, because, no I shouldn’t be feeling all hot and bothered while he was about to berate my arse. I shouldn’t be wondering about why his cock was so hard and how huge it felt.
“Don’t say anything.”
I knew I was supposed to be focusing on the situation at hand, but fuck, he smelled so good too that it almost numbed my senses.
“I didn’t mean—”
“You’re ired!” He shouted in my face, keeping his expression blank as I linched.
All feelings aside, his words hit me like a hard punch to the gut. Or to my throat perhaps, whichever hurts worse.
“Over a cupcake?” My voice is small, disbelieving.
He cocked his head slightly and laughed as if he’d lost it entirely. “No Aden. It is not just about the cupcake. You’re vexing and incompetent. You are unable to complete the simple tasks that I request from you and you are always doing something fucking idiotic when my back is turned. I tried to give you a chance. I just can’t do this any more”
The back of my eyes burned with tears. The urge to cry lingered dangerously on the surface. I would not cry in front of him. I’m stronger than that.
“I have a billion-dollar company to run, Miss Summers,” he says thinly. “Not a fucking daycare where I have to look after my employees.”
“My stuff,” I whispered, as I glanced around my of ice.
“You can get it on Monday,” he said before leaving.
Grabbing my bag and one of my cactuses, I left my of ice. I sensed Aaron watching me as I held my cactus and left his of ice.
I was screwed. Completely, utterly screwed.
I knew I was going to break down when I got home, so before I did I grabbed a dozen pumpkin cream cheese cupcakes because I loved them and needed them for comfort eating later on.
ADEN
“You did what?!” I would think my mother was standing right next to me because of her high-pitched tone on the other end of the line. “I’m not going to repeat the whole thing, mum.” I bent down and stuck my head in the small bar fridge.
Thank God I was single because all my tiny bar fridge could stock up at the moment were a few cans of Coke, leftover pizza wrapped in some foil, and a few bottles of water.
It was bad enough that I was going to have to ask my boss–well, ex-boss if I was still going to get my paycheck for this month.
