(DARK EROTICA) Veil Of Pleasure: (Taboo Erotica) (DARK EROTICA SERIES) Read online

My head lolled side to side as his hips rolled into my thighs, their meeting causing a sting to rush through my entire bottom as the skin was still braised from being slapped. The pleasure combined with the pain was absolutely thrilling and I found myself moaning loudly into the rubber ball. The attendees watched my eyes roll up to the back of my head as the heat between Daddy's skin and mine grew to an unbearable force. He was slamming his rod deep into my rose, using his fingers to stimulate my delicate bud that was engorged with the thirst for his precious cream to decorate my lavish flower. The ottoman was rocking beneath my shuddering form as Daddy prodded me and I could feel my flower blossoming into a fully exposed rose, the petals expanding to accommodate for the coming rain.

  As my soft petals parted once more, my saccharine nectar saturated his delectable wand and my pelvis exploded like plump clouds releasing its nourishing rains to the earth below. A bay erupted from my solar plexus like thunder, signaling that lightening had struck the soil underneath and had charged the earth with electrical pulses. My body felt much like the delicate ground being pummeled with the force of nature, all of her glory bursting from my tender form. Daddy sprayed my garden with his wonderfully soothing cream, the warm fluid dripping down my leaves to the soil below and cleansing my body. Cheers shattered the silence and I noticed the entire group clapping in unison at our wonderful display. The straps were removed immediately and I floated through the crowd to a familiar hallway.

  Daddy was carrying me away to rest, laying kisses against my head as I gagged on the ball still occupying my mouth. After laying me upon a fluffy bed, he removed the obstruction and laid his lips upon mine in celebration of our joyous union. He whispered the most comforting phrases, running his hands over my sore bottom in an attempt to soothe the red skin. The happiness I felt permeate my body satisfied me beyond belief and I traced the mask on his face in admiration of his entire being. I could feel the love growing in my gut, but I didn't dare say it out loud. It was too soon to say it because I knew it might frighten him away. However, I knew it resided in the secret compartments of my heart and it patiently nestled itself into one of the empty rooms.

  Before I could kiss my sweet Daddy again, a dark figure called for him from the doorway of the room. He turned to see who it was and then looked back at me lying on the bed, my red curls a mess about my face. He told me my radiant beauty was absolutely captivating, but that he must attend to some business.

  “But Daddy...” I whispered against his fading outline. “Don't leave me.”

  “I'll be back, my sweet princess. I shall send someone to comfort you,” said Daddy from the entrance of the room.

  In the haze of desire for his company, I hadn't noticed a woman lay upon the bed beside me. Her body came in and out of focus, my hands reaching out for hers that wrapped lovingly about mine. The warmth radiated from her breasts as she leaned over into me, her lips centimeters away from my ear as she spoke softly.

  “You may call me Lady. Your Daddy introduced us earlier, but I was preoccupied with my sweet little slave,” she spoke eloquently. “I'll care for you while your Daddy is away. Do you need anything?”

  I asked very kindly for water which she delivered to me without missing a beat, her soft hands delivering my aching soul from the grip of panic. Outside the door was the sound of passionate debate, Daddy's voice clearly standing out through the noise. It disturbed me that they were so heatedly engaged and I asked Lady what might have been going on. She shrugged and wrapped her silky arms around my shoulders, saying that everything would be just fine. Part of me suspected that someone had a problem with his ownership of me, or maybe it was someone attempting to gain joint custody of my sweet rump. It haunted my ears as I fell to sleep with Lady wrapped around me. While her bosom was a delightful pillow upon which to rest, I found my dreams anxiously submersed in the argument occurring just outside the door.

  “...what could possibly sweeten the deal...”

  “...I've no idea what you would want...”

  “...precious, so precious...”

  It seemed they were alluding to treasure, perhaps even one that was so sacred it couldn't be settled in just one sitting. I heard them agree to a meeting later in the week and made a mental note to attempt to remember it. At this point, the delight was beginning to wear off and I was rousing from my brief slumber. I turned my face over to Lady's breast and planted my lips deep in her cleavage, thanking her for the comfort she was providing me. Daddy walked into the room and chuckled lightly at the two of us necking on top of the sleek sheets. He crawled on the bed over us and inserted his lips between ours to make a loving triangle. How exhilarating it was to share the kiss of a strange woman as well as my Daddy. Suddenly, her silken fingers were pulling up the hem of my dress and exploring my tummy.

  Before she could feel my watered flower, Daddy stopped her and said we could play another time. I lamented not having more time with Lady as her breasts were so delicious and supple in my mouth that I wanted to taste them even more. I asked Daddy if she could visit sometime. He said she would if I behaved during the week which made me smile contentedly. As we said our goodbyes, Daddy wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me out of the room to bid adieu to the rest of the party. They all waved their elegant hands that weren't preoccupied with a garden or tree and I raised my arm in return. We parted the curtains and sunk into the darkness of the night, disappearing beneath the cloak of his car guarded by the stars.

  Chapter Six

  When we arrived at Daddy's condo, he sent me to shower and went out into the living room as I disrobed. I was worried about his well-being, knowing well the concern written across his face that was more than obvious once the mask was removed. I watched him from behind the door as he paced the floor, his expensive black shoes cushioned against the plush, white carpet. The nervousness grew once again and I went to the shower in hopes that it might improve my mood. When the warm water hit my bare bottom, I screeched and hopped from the glass enclosure. Daddy was instantly at my side and he took me up into his arms, apologizing for hitting me so hard. Tears were streaming down my face from the pain as I leaned into his chest, the hug not enough to dull the pain that my bottom endured. Although I desperately wanted the warmth of the shower to cure my sore muscles, I was afraid of the sting it would surely bring.

  “My darling, I am so sorry. Let me cure you,” Daddy said softly while lifting me into his arms.

  He laid me out on his bed and disappeared momentarily. Upon returning, he had a few items in his hand that he said would help. He placed some ice against my sore skin which caused me to hiss, the pinch of the cold less horrible than the sting of warm water. After icing my bottom for a few minutes, he patted it dry with a towel and then began to apply some soothing cream to the braised skin. I took this opportunity to ask him about his hefty debate from earlier.

  “Daddy, who was that man?” I asked innocently from the pillow, my arms wrapped around the fluffy material to hug as he rubbed my bottom.

  Daddy sighed before responding.

  “His name is Julian Ottosen,” he explained while laying back on the bed beside me. “He is one of the richest men in the world and a potential client for our business.”

  I studied the features of his face as he spoke, my eyes trailing over the strong jaw and dipping down into the curve of his neck. It beckoned to be kissed, but I knew he was speaking in a serious manner which meant I had to wait to play. I tried to be respectful to Daddy when he was in business mode. Interrupting his thoughts might lead to a horrible punishment and I wasn't sure I wanted to know what it would be this time. As my eyes trailed back up to his, I found them staring right back at me. I couldn't help but smile.

  “What were you arguing about?” I asked as I met his gaze.

  “Terms of business,” he replied. “And nothing more. Just a bit of a disagreement.”

  “It seemed so serious,” I whispered from the pillow.

  I could feel myself beginning to
fade into the abyss, my eyelids drooping against my will to keep them open. Though I was exhausted, I didn't want to miss pillow talk. Being able to open up to Daddy while relaxed on his bed was one of the most soothing parts of my evening with him. I had only experienced it a few times, but it solidified our bond. It was the moment where he would ask me all about my aspirations and whether I would succeed in this business or start my own. I relayed how much I wanted to be in business myself, not remain a secretary for the rest of my life. He had encouraged me to reach higher and I intended to do so, but I also didn't want to leave his service.

  Before I knew it, I had fallen under the spell of slumber. I could still hear Daddy speaking over the pillow, mentioning how he wanted to bathe me even though I was hardly awake. He couldn't put me in the bath as it would harm my bottom, but he could at least bring the bath to me. I smiled through my sleepy state and relished the comforting feeling of a warm sponge gently pressing against my skin, caressing all of the parts of me he treasured deeply. He pressed into my rose and carefully pulled back the petals to dab the inside and then trailed the sponge up the length of my torso to my breasts where he kissed the nipples that were now aroused to stand. I wasn't sure when he had manage to flip me over, but I wasn't complaining at this point. I plummeted suddenly into darkness which cradled me, my mind still abuzz with the excitement from the party.

  No sooner had I fallen to sleep was daylight meeting my eyes, inviting them to open. I focused on the ceiling first and then turned to find Daddy sleeping peacefully against my left breast, a sponge still in the grip of his hand. I giggled and removed it, placing it carefully in the bowl on the night stand. This motion caused Daddy to rouse from his sleep and he greeted me with a joyful smile, wrapping his lips around mine. I wasn't sure what he had planned for us today, but I hoped it would have something to do with food because my stomach was begging to be filled. I asked Daddy if he could treat us to brunch and he said yes, rising from the bed and pulling me with him.

  I looked through my collection of summer dresses from the closet and pulled on a long maxi dress covered in roses. The halter style top was perfect for the hot weather that was about to meet us and I completed by ensemble with a white sun hat and large shades. Daddy was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a casual polo, something I'd never seen him wear. I was so used to his formal appearance that the image of him in relaxed clothing was rather comical. I giggled. My unintended laugh offended Daddy and he grabbed my arm to scold me.

  “Don't you laugh at Daddy,” he warned. “Or I will tie you up at the next party and refuse to play with you.”

  Alarmed at the thought of being ignored, I quickly apologized and adjusted my glasses, bowing my head to Daddy who released his grip of me as soon as he heard the sorrow in my voice. He kissed my forehead, forgiving me verbally and ordering me to get in the car. I obeyed his words and fastened myself into the seat, being as perfectly behaved as possible. At the restaurant, I hardly spoke and kept my elbows off the table, trying to show Daddy how much of a good girl I could be. Our quiet brunch was interrupted by a very attractive man in a beige suit, his expensive shades hiding his eyes as he approached our table.

  “My good sir,” he spoke clearly. “Have you thought about our new terms?”

  Daddy didn't look up from his plate, but dabbed his mouth gently before replying, “I have given it much thought since we last spoke.”

  I looked between the two and realized this must be Julian, the man who had been arguing with my darling Daddy just last night. My gaze was hidden by my shades and I focused on my chewing to appear less than alarmed. It seemed to be working up until the point where Julian introduced himself and took my hand to kiss it.

  “What a lovely woman you have, Mr. Bloom,” said Julian. “She looks so radiant during the day.”

  Daddy's grip on his fork tightened at the sight of Julian touching my hand, the nerve of this snobbish man seeming to push Daddy into a bit of a fit.

  “I just thought I would come say hello after finishing my brunch. I look forward to our meeting next week, Mr. Bloom,” said Julian while releasing my hand to shake Daddy's. “And I do hope we come to an agreement soon.”

  He bowed his head to me, nodded to Daddy, and sauntered off in the direction of a very expensive foreign car that appeared to have been imported. As I watched him drive off, I heard Daddy's breathing labor briefly before he took a deep breath and exhaled. I pulled my sun hat off and placed it in my lap, reaching across the table to Daddy who appeared to be incredibly stressed.

  “What a rude man he appears to be, Daddy,” I said in my sweetest voice.

  “Don't let him bother you. He's just another business client.”

  Smiling in the bright light of day, Daddy looked up from his plate and squeezed my hand with appreciation. He didn't need to deal with business outside of work and I felt so bad that he had to handle such an annoying person without the walls of his office to protect him. My poor Daddy had been caught without his fortress. How dare that awful man intrude on our delicious meal! I was certain the stress came from his sudden appearance and did my best to comfort Daddy who seemed to lighten up after I told him a few silly jokes. Our laughter filled the air, effectively defeating our enemy who had attempted to penetrate our happy castle.

  Brunch ended soon after he had cheered up and then the weekend went with it, passing suddenly across my vision and ending with me walking through the front door of my house. I sank into my couch feeling somewhat defeated, hoping maybe Daddy would want me to prolong my stay with him. I was so lost without his presence and I felt useless, looking about in a distraught fashion trying to find something to do. I took care of the memos he had assigned to me for the week and then found myself scrubbing the floors. When I was done, the floor sparkled and I felt accomplished, rewarding myself with a cocktail and a little playful teasing from my fingers. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the couch, lulling myself into a state of utter bliss.

  When I opened my eyes, it was Monday again and I watched the elevator with intense longing for my sweet Daddy's glorious appearance. The reflective metal doors parted and revealed his handsome face smiling in the beautiful light of morning, his eyes glittering as they absorbed every bit of my image that he had lost overnight. He approached my desk to shuffle through his morning calls as I greeted him in my most professional voice. When he was finished, he nodded at me and winked, then headed to his office to handle business for the day. My eyes remained fixed on the spot where he had been standing, totally enveloped by the smell of his cologne. My concentration was broken by a stack of folders landing on my desk which caused me to jump and squeak. Giggles rippled through the office and I turned to find Maura walking away from me, her shoulders pulled back tightly as she made her way to the back of the office.

  Glaring after her, my feet followed the same path and I spun her around once we were privately in the break room. Maura was shocked to see me huffing in front of her face, my hands firmly upon her shoulders.

  “Is there a problem, Miss Harper?” I asked firmly.

  Maura's eyes narrowed as she kept eye contact, her lips pressing into a thin line.

  “You've changed since you started seeing him,” she said.

  “I don't know what you're talking about,” I said while releasing her shoulders.

  “That man is going to keep changing you until there's nothing left. I can already tell you're under his spell,” she explained while brushing her blouse.

  “What do you think happened to the last secretary?”

  I considered her question with some thought. It had never occurred to me to ask. I would have no way of knowing whether he was doting upon the previous secretary, but now I wanted to know. Some dark part of me grew jealous all of a sudden and I went to the coffee maker to pour myself a cup of hot liquid in order to occupy my hands. I didn't want to smack Maura in the face though I figured she would deserve it for being so rude.

  “And what did hap
pen to your previous secretary?” I asked casually while stirring sugar into my mug.

  “She disappeared. But she had the same look on her face as you did just five minutes ago,” answered Maura while pointing her finger. “I'm just telling you because I'm concerned.”

  I raised my eyebrows, amused by her tone and said, “Oh really? Were you concerned the first time you saw that dress? You seemed more focused on the potential gossip than you were my safety. What makes you care so much now?”

  Rolling her eyes, Maura firmly placed her hands on her waist and nodded.

  “Fine, Andrea. Have it your way. I won't miss you if you happen to disappear,” she said and then left the room.

  I felt alone all of a sudden, the air empty without Maura's presence even if it also meant her anger occupied that space as well. I wasn't sure what to do with the information she had given me because she was always the drama mongrel and the gossiper. Truth hardly ever came from those lips making it difficult to give credence to the warning she had just given me. Whatever she was trying to do only made me want to run away with Daddy that much more. In fact, I had to stop myself from stomping straight into his office and begging to leave this dreadful business that seemed to hold us back from our true nature. I wouldn't mind being his personal assistant somewhere else, maybe even overseas. It would be such a lovely relationship and it would only be the two of us. We wouldn't have to deal with hostile or jealous employees.