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“Daddy!”
Two pairs of serious eyes fall on the little girl barging in the CEO suite. Automatic smiles painting their faces.
“Hello, sweetheart,” says the man with black hair, crouching to pick up the fair-haired child.
“We brought snacks!”
It’s amazing to see the intimidating Shota Aizawa, CEO of three Fortune 500 companies, smiling and cooing at his daughter babbling about snacks. Not for you though, you’ve known this fact and seen this side of him. In the months you’ve worked as Eri’s nanny you got to see how caring and hands-on he is when it comes to raising her. He’s incredibly attuned to what she likes and needs and is attentive to all the things and stories she tells him. He shows up at parent-teacher meetings, all the recitals and sports meet and he is determined to get her the best of everything. Any and all things related to her development goes through him. He was the one to interview you for the position and not an assistant or a house manager.
Even as Eri turns her attention to the purple-haired man next to your boss to tell him about the aquarium in the lobby you can see the softness in his eyes.
“Do you want to take a closer look? I heard they just added Nemo this morning,” the young man tells her.
Excited pleas of being allowed go see the fishies fill the room and soon enough Eri is marching towards the door, small bag of snack in hand to share with the CEO’s protege.
“How was the playdate?”
“Cancelled. Hana needed to go to the dentist so Eri and I just made caramel.” You hand him a paper bag with apple slices, caramel dip and a small squeeze bottle of caramel sauce.
You see his brows furrow when he spots the irritated patch of skin on your forearm. “What happened there?”
“Had a bit of accident with the melted sugar,” you admit. “None of it got on Eri though!”
“I know, I saw nothing on her. I’m asking about you.” This side of him gives you butterflies. Authoritative voice laced with real concern and eyes that stay on you. It really isn’t surprising that you developed a crush within the first week of working.
You wave him off assuring him that it’s fine and instead insists that he try what you ladies brought him. Leaning on his table he starts with the fruit and decadent dip.
How can he look so sexy eating apple slices and caramel? He looks great all the time but gazing at him right now is making you feel things and none of them are innocent. He’s not even wearing anything different from his normal work attire; a simple but perfectly tailored suit, white shirt and a sapphire blue tie yet for some reason your mind is running a mile a minute about the possibilities of what that tie could be used for.
His hum of approval snaps you out of it. “Good, right?” You try to recover, hoping that your voice didn’t sound weird. “Made that version with some black tea and caramelized the sugar more. And the one in the bottle you can use for your coffee.”
“This version? How much did you two make?”
“A lot. A lot a lot.”
“So is this the only sweet thing I get from you today or….”
Fuck no.
You walk over to him and pull him into a kiss. His hands instinctively find your waist and he pulls you even closer. He tastes like the caramel you made, bittersweet and perfect. The warmth from his hands, his cologne, the way his tongue is moving…they’re assaulting all your senses and your mind is starting to get fuzzy.This is not the first time you kissed but it has been the first time in a while. Work was hectic for him because of the acquisition so there wasn’t a lot of opportunities for you two to indulge in each other. The last time you had sex was a week ago, definitely a long time for you two. The only intimate moment you had since then was when he kissed you four days ago. A kiss so deep it left you breathless.
He was hungry for you and you felt it. You felt his hard dick on your hip too. He was pressing his crotch on you while his tongue explored your mouth. He wanted to have you right there and then but he had no time. And the kiss just exacerbated the situation. It didn’t satiate his desire. How could it? It’s like giving a starving beast a tiny scrap of meat. A taste won’t be enough, he has to have it all.
He pulls away just enough to say, “Take this off,” while pulling at the fabric of your dress. It’s taking all his self-control to not just rip it off your body.
Like an obedient little thing your hands worked fast on undoing the buttons and letting the dress fall on the floor. Dainty pieces of black silk and lace are now the only things covering your body and not much of it really.
God, he missed this view. He missed you.
“These the ones I got you?” Fingers tracing the pattern on your bra.
You nod. It’s silly of him to even ask that. All the pretty underthings you wear nowadays are from him. It’s been the case since you became a stay-in nanny. You weren’t from the start, you went home every day when all your duties were done and your ward was in bed. But a stormy night had you staying over and a trip to the kitchen for some water had you running into him where you ended up on your knees and him fucking your mouth. You never really got your drink but you swallowed every single drop of his cum. He pulled you up on your feet after cumming down your throat and gave you a kiss. That wasn’t the end of it though because he then practically carried you to his room where he proceeded to make you cum on his tongue and fuck you into his mattress.
Aizawa didn’t tell you then but that was the night he decided you’re his. And he made you his again the morning after.
“Is it okay—I mean here?” Suddenly remembering where you are sobered you up a bit.
“Darling, I own the damned place. If I say it’s okay then it’s okay.”
He takes your hand and rounds the table. Pushing financial reports to the side he sits you on top of his desk. He moves between your open legs, hands on the table caging you in. He captures your lips in a kiss again, tongue coaxing your mouth to open and welcome him.
You feel his hand travel to the closure of your bra, adept fingers make quick work of the clasp. You let out a gasp when you feel him snatch the flimsy thing away and see him toss it aside. Cupping one of your breasts as soon as they are uncovered.
He likes the way your skin feels under his hands. Soft and warm. He likes the way your body reacts to his touch. Always coming closer to him as if it knows where it belongs. It wants him. You want him.
“Be good for me,” he drags his lips down your jaw and leaves a kiss. Lips trailing kisses down your neck and giving your shoulder a gentle bite.
Confusion mars your beautiful face when he stands back up. Why is he moving away from you? The cold air feels odd on your hot skin. You need him close, it feels wrong to not have him on you.
“Sir, please…”
The way you say those two words make his cock twitch in his pants. You’ve called him that before. He is your employer after all but it takes on a different meaning when it’s just the two of you. When you’re sitting on his desk wearing nothing but lacy panties. When you’re looking at him with lust-blown eyes.
“I said be good for me.” You were so confused about the sudden distance that you failed to notice the bottle he has on his hand. The bottle you gave him not even 15 minutes ago. He draws a line of the golden brown syrup just above your erect nipple and smiles to himself.
“Ah, fuck!”
He’s not a sweets guy but he likes anything if he licks it off you. Him sucking on your sensitive nipple has you moaning and grabbing his hair and cursing once again. The sweet and slightly bitter taste of burnt sugar and the smell of your skin has him going crazy.
He lets go of the sensitive nub, shiny from spit and reaches for the bottle again to give the other one the same treatment and attention.
Did he think he’d have you on his desk like this when he left for work this morning? No. He didn’t even get the chance to kiss you since you were busy real early getting ready for the playdate. The playdate that ended up not even happening. But he shouldn’t be too mad about it since if it wasn’t for that you won’t have come to him bearing caramel that he is now licking off your tits.
“Ah, daddy, fuck!”
That’s it. He’s going to fucking destroy you.
There’s an animalistic glint in his eyes as he pushes you to lay down on your back. He gives the side of your ass a few taps, a non-verbal instruction to lift up your hips. He can barely contain himself as he grabs your panties, pulling them up and off your legs.
His thumb finds the wet, plump folds of your pussy. You are so ready and eager for him. Whines and whimpers escape your lips as he draws circles on your clit. Hips moving, wanting more of his touch.
Seeing you get wetter with the ministrations of his finger has him rock hard and his mouth watering. He needs to taste you. So he does. He brings his thumb to his lips and taste your slick.
Fuck.
He drops to his knees and buries his face on your mound. A groan rumbles in his throat the moment his tongue meets your sweet cunt. Better than any fucking caramel.
Plush thighs pressing on his ears muffle the load moan you just let out. Strong hands pull your legs apart and keep them open. A higher pitch moan fills the room when you feel his tongue on your entrance.
Normally, he’d take his time devouring you. Make you cum with just his mouth at least once before he even gets his cock involved but he can’t help it right now. He fucking wants you and if you are going to cum you are going to do so around his cock.
Standing up to his full height he unzips his pants and pull out his cock, fully erect and hard with precum glistening on the tip. The way you yelped as he pulls you closer to the edge of the table makes him harder still, if that was even possible.
“Daddy’s going to fuck you so good, baby.”
“Please, I want you! I want you so bad. Daddy, please!”
He takes hold of one of your legs while he rubs the head of his cock on your pussy lips then lining it up on your entrance. He almost loses it as soon as he pushes the head in you. Fuck you are tight. And wet and hot.
“Yeah? You like daddy’s cock?”
You can’t even answer him. Your back is arching as soon as he starts his thrusts. The rhythmic movement of his hips seem to be erasing every thought from your mind as soon as they form.
He doesn’t have time to think either. Seeing your naked form, head thrown back and pussy taking his cock has him mesmerized.
A string of daddy and daddy please tumble out your lips. He almost tells you to stop because if you were going to keep calling him that he might just make you a mommy. But, fuck, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all. Sounds like a great idea actually. Fill you up with his seed and make you have his babies.
Aizawa’s beastly side takes over and it demands for you to fuck like animals. He pulls all the way out and gets you off of the table. The abrupt absence of his cock in your cunt has you feeling empty but not for long.
He positions you with your back turned to him, your hands on the table. Jelly legs barely holding you up. If the table weren’t there you’d be on the floor. You feel his large hands grab your hips and without missing a beat he sheathes his entire cock in your sensitive cunt.
Tears start to gather in the corners of your eyes. It’s too much. It’s so good and it’s too much. Aizawa has only been the only one to make you cry while fucking. You were so overwhelmed then. You’ve come twice already but the pounding of your abused pussy has not let up. He was thrusting hard and deep but the kisses he’s peppering on your face were soft and gentle. Your brain couldn’t process all the stimulation and conflicting sensations. He was fucking up your mind while fucking your cunt.
He feels your velvety walls tighten around his cock. You are close. So close. One hand reaches for your clit to help you reach the peak of your pleasure faster. The added pressure of his fingers on your clit makes you collapse and fall on to your elbows on the table. You feel his chest on your back as he leans down to ask you if you’re okay. His hips never stopping though. The moans you make were the only answers you can give him and the only answers he need.
So he continues his unmerciful movement. Each thrust ending with extra push of his hips. You hear him grunting and not much else. You feel his hardness drag on your sensitive spot and you lose more and more of your senses.
The moment of your unravelling almost drives him mad. He feels you clamp down on his cock and hears you let out something like a combination of a sob and a moan. The sounds you make whenever he makes you cum is music to his ears. It’s the only thing he hears at the moment, everything else is drowned out and silent.
A few more thrusts and he joins you in your euphoria. He utters a curse and your name as he spills every last drop of his cum in you.
He can hear his heart pounding in his ears. His breathing heavy and labored. He doesn’t pull out right away because any additional friction would be unbearable at the moment. He retains enough senses to check on you though. And looking down he can see that you are absolutely demolished. He can’t help but feel a bit guilty but also a bit proud. He wanted this. He wanted to ruin you.
“You okay, baby?” Aizawa plants kisses on your back. Gentle and slow. Not wanting to move you too much while you are still coming down from your high. You can only whimper when he pulls out of you.
It was a few minutes after when your wits are finally together enough to take in your surroundings and what happened. You come to sitting on his lap wrapped in his jacket.
“You did so good, honey. Took me so well.” He’s wiping the sweat on your forehead and the tears on your cheeks. Another round of praises said gently and he’s asking you if you want some water. You nod. He knows you do. He’s done this routine many times. As many times as he’s seen you come undone underneath him.
Your breathing settles and match each other’s pace and rhythm. He leans back on the chair, completely relaxing his body that still has residual adrenaline coursing through it.
“I think I’ll keep that here.”
“Keep what?”
He motions towards the bottle on his desk. You aren’t quite all back yet so all you can say is “’s nice in coffee.”
Oh he has plans on using it. Use it often really. But never for coffee.