I readily lifted my arms so Arden could pull my dress over my head. His gaze grew hotter as it swept over my bare skin, lingering on the breast he'd already exposed. When I started to take off my bra, he grasped my wrist. 

"Let Daddy," he insisted. 

The sound of my rapid breathing filled the otherwise quiet room. Arden's fingers deftly worked to unclasp my bra, and the way he stripped me of the undergarment sent a shiver through my body. He draped the bra and my dress over a nearby stack of books. I had to grin at the sight of my clothes gracing that tower, which threatened to topple at any moment. 

Arden took his time kissing and fondling my tits until he'd succeeded in making my nipples almost painfully hard. "What a beautiful girl you are, Paige."

I ducked my head, feeling both shy and delighted as a result of his praise. In the past, guys had given me plenty of compliments on my looks, and on my naked body. But Arden was different in his appreciation. It wasn't simply lust motivating him, but also a love of beauty for its own sake. 

I allowed him to ease me downward until my head lay upon the couch's arm. After removing my flats, Arden massaged my feet. I moaned from that pleasurable sensation, my muscles relaxing as my body sank deeper into the cushions. When he lifted first one foot, and then the other, in order to plant kisses along my arches, I couldn't suppress a giggle. 

"I think someone's a bit ticklish," he murmured, his eyebrow raised. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

Perched beside me on the edge of the couch, Arden slid his palm over my thigh. I wasn't used to being the focus of such extensive attention; most guys I'd slept with in the past were quick to move to oral and then to fucking. Arden was completely unrushed, even graceful, as he lifted my leg and rested my ankle on the back of the couch. Now that I was spread wide, I grew exquisitely aware of how my body was on display. 

Gazing at the crotch of my panties, Arden caressed the sodden fabric. "Already so wet!"

"Is that bad?" As I spoke, I pressed my arms closer to my sides in an attempt to push my tits out a little. Rarely did I miss a chance to make those small globes appear more substantial. Arden seemed transfixed by the sight. 

"No, baby," he replied in a low, thick voice. "It's very good. Daddy wants you nice and wet for his fingers and tongue. And for his cock."

When I began writhing from barely contained need, he flashed a playful smile. "Patience, sweetheart." Despite his gentle chiding, he was quick to draw the crotch of my panties aside. I felt the room's air drift over my wet folds. "Look at that gorgeous pussy!" Arden stroked my inner labia, which I'd always worried were too large. While touching me, his fingertips pointedly avoided my clit. 

"Please, Daddy!" My face grew hotter from shame and abject horniness. No guy had ever reduced me to begging like this. In fact, sex was something I could have done without much of the time. It was usually over too quickly, and it left me filled with a need I couldn't quite define. 

But not with Arden. Each caress served to heighten my lust. Lifting my hips, I tried to yank down my panties. Again, Arden stopped me. "Did I give you permission to do that?" He appeared almost stern. 

"I need you to fuck me!" I whimpered.

My desire, expressed so blatantly, made him gasp. Leaning forward, he rested his body upon mine. It was strange, to be almost naked beneath him while he remained fully clothed. I realized it was another way for him to exert control. 

Eagerly, I offered Arden my mouth for a fervent kiss. While our tongues danced between parted lips, I wove my fingers through his hair. His mouth traveled down to my neck, and he gently suckled the delicate skin. My legs circled his hips as I held him to me. 

I had enough clarity of mind to be stunned by what we were doing. My boss, who had always been so appropriate, so careful, was more than willing to assume this taboo role. It shocked me, how effortless it was for us both. It seemed completely natural for him to be so nurturing and tender toward me, just as I ached to show how much I adored him. 

Arden's lips ventured lower still. He circled them around my right nipple, and then my left. With anyone else, I would have been embarrassed to carry on the way I did, but I now made no attempt to subdue my mewls of pleasure. His tongue slid along my stomach, dipping into my navel. I giggled once more, which made him laugh, too. 

When his face was just inches from my pussy, he drew in a deep breath. I knew he was inhaling my scent. Teasingly, he licked the crotch of my panties, keeping that skimpy barrier between us. By this point, I was so turned on that I could feel my pulse deep within my cunt. Yet I knew better than to plead, or to try to rush him. And because I was a good girl, allowing him to explore with his tongue and fingers, he rewarded me by pulling down my panties. 

Kneeling on the couch, he brought my underwear to his face and again breathed deeply. His eyes closed for a moment as he immersed himself in the smell of my arousal. "Oh, baby," he groaned, "you have me so hard right now!" Arden reached for me, grasping my wrist and drawing me toward him so he could place my hand against his groin. "Feel what you do to Daddy."

Every time he said that word, Daddy, I felt a fierce aching in my core. In the past, I'd experienced only a shadow of that need. But now that it was overwhelming me, I recognized it for what it truly was: the all-consuming desire to be fucked. To be taken and claimed by a cock. By Daddy's cock.

I immediately set about stroking him through his pants. Tracing the outline of his erection, I was sure he would soon surrender to his own need. He would hold me down and fuck me into oblivion.

Instead, Arden again settled between my legs, determined to become intimately familiar with every part of my pussy. He didn't leave even a millimeter of my folds unexplored. As he spread me apart with his fingers and then swirled his tongue over my slick flesh, I had to muffle my loud cries. 

"I love the way you taste, baby." Arden's breath was warm, and his tongue even warmer. Raising my head, I watched him enthusiastically go down on me. At first, he merely circled my clit with his tongue tip, for he clearly enjoying teasing. But once he began lavishing his attention upon that swollen pearl, he grew utterly relentless.

"Daddy!" I wailed. "Oh, my God!"

His eyes drifted closed while he stimulated me with various intensities and rhythms. I never knew what to anticipate, and so I was constantly on edge. How easily he primed me for an orgasm! His tongue lashed and then grew gentle, just as his fingertips fervently rubbed and then delivered tantalizing caresses.

"I'm close!" I panted. 

Arden wrapped his lips around my clit, applying an orgasm-inducing suction. "Fuck!" I shrieked, my back arching. Holding me fast, he continued his pleasuring until I thought the delicious spasms would go on forever. I'd never been at the mercy of such powerful contractions! I cried out to him as tears stung the corners of my eyes. He moaned in response, his tongue coaxing forth another wave of bliss.

When he finally lifted his head, licking his lips, I was still shaking hard. Our eyes met, and I had to choke back a sob. How could I explain to him that the ferocity of that climax made me feel like I could start crying at any second? 

He must have understood, for he sat up and drew me into his arms. During our kiss, I smelled my juices lingering on his face. "No one else has ever made me feel this way," I revealed.

"It's okay to let go," he whispered while stroking my hair. "You're safe with me, Paige."

His words filled me with a rush of gratitude, which I expressed by slipping a hand between his thighs. His moan, though faint, conveyed his own need. "Can I see it, Daddy?" I whispered.

Smiling, Arden unbuttoned his pants. I sat at his side, with my legs folded beneath me. While my stare remained fixed on his crotch, I noticed he didn't tease me now. Instead, his hands were swift in freeing his cock. 

I let out a worshipful sigh at the sight of it. At about six and a half inches long, it wasn't overly thick. Admiring its prominent veins, I wondered how its slight curve would feel inside me. His trimmed pubic hair was still mostly dark, and his balls looked plenty heavy. "You're perfect," I told him.

Arden's smile widened. "Go on and feel it, angel. Take Daddy's cock in your hand."

I felt another illicit thrill as I circled my fingers around his shaft. He twitched a little in my grasp. Stroking him off with one hand, I used the other to fondle his balls. He let out a groan, his head tilted downward so he could watch me pleasure him. I was careful, using a light touch, and when I studied his face to gauge his reaction, I found that his eyes were a bit glazed from arousal. I dared to quicken my pace, prompting him to release a soft cry. "Oh, sweetheart, you're making me feel so good!"

My angelic smile morphed into a sly grin. "Can I kiss it?"

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured. "You really want to?"

In answer, I leaned forward until my lips hovered just above Arden's tip. The kiss I gave his cock was open-mouthed, with plenty of tongue. Now, he was the one breathing faster as I suckled and licked. His scent, faint but discernible, made me eager to taste every inch of his dick. I wanted it stretching my lips and sliding back into my throat.

He rested a hand on my head. "You like that, Paige?" I heard the lust edging his words, which encouraged me to make a sound of enthusiastic agreement. Maintaining my grasp on the base of his cock, I began sucking in earnest. A tremor coursed through him when I hollowed my cheeks. "Keep that up, and Daddy's going to fuck you," he warned. "I can take only so much!"

I bobbed my head up and down. Even when I gagged myself on his length, I refused to stop. My eyes watered, and saliva leaked from my mouth to coat his skin. It was strange to derive such a keen pleasure from my discomfort, yet I knew it would soon lead to what I craved most.

Arden's fingers tightened in my hair, and he pulled me off his dick. I had only a few seconds to gasp for breath before he guided me down onto my back. "Is this what you want?" he demanded. "You want me so worked up that I can't control myself?"

"Yes!" I confessed. "That's exactly what I want!"

With a large, strong hand, he pinned both my wrists. My legs were again spread wide, my pussy ready for the taking. Arden used his free hand to guide his cock to my entrance. When our eyes locked, I sensed him struggling with the last shreds of self-restraint.

And then he cast those tatters aside. His first thrust bordered on brutal; gone was the tender man who caressed my cheek and planted playful kisses on my belly. This man was determined to claim every part of me and erase all doubt that I was truly his. Yet even as I writhed in his grip, I felt safer than I ever had in my life. I trusted him to have his way with me, in whatever way he chose.

His guttural moans mingled with my plaintive cries while his hips continued their fierce pumping. Staring up at him, I was struck by his transformation; his features were taut, his eyes wild. 

"Ah, that's it!" he said in a choked voice. "Your sweet, tight pussy belongs to Daddy!"

I let out a low scream as he fucked me even harder. "Take it!" I begged. "Don't stop!"

I soon discovered that the slight curve of his cock felt absolutely amazing! Though my fingers started to tingle from lack of circulation, I found I loved being held down. I loved how raw and primal Arden was. It felt as though he'd reached my core, and each thrust served to drive my impending orgasm to the surface. The power of it welled inside me like an oncoming deluge.

I might have lingered in its shadow a while longer if Arden hadn't released his hold on my wrists so he could grasp my hair. He angled my head downward, his rhythm never faltering. "Look at Daddy fucking your greedy cunt! It's what you've been dying for, isn't it?"

I managed to wail just before the wave inundated me. Arden fucked me through my contractions, ratcheting the intensity ever higher. As I clawed at the fabric of his shirt, his sharp gasp made it clear he felt me tightening around his dick. 

"Did you let that boy come inside you?" His breath was hot on my face.

Another orgasm threatened to steal my voice, yet I managed to cry out, "No! Never." Though I was on birth control, I always made Jackson wear a condom. 

Arden buried his cock all the way inside me. "That's my good girl! Only Daddy gets to fill your pussy with his cum."

My eyes widened at his words. I sensed how close he was, from the sound of his shallow breaths and the feel of him swelling even more inside my cunt. A drop of his sweat struck my cheek. "Daddy, it's too risky!" I panted. 

My feeble protest only spurred him on. "I can't stop now, baby. I'm almost there!"

The determined edge to his voice, along with his insistent thrusts, rendered me a filthy, pleading slut. "Please! I want your cum!"

He tensed above me before succumbing to a fierce shudder. "Ah, fuck, Daddy's gonna give his angel exactly what she wants!" He released a helpless groan as his cock pulsed inside my pussy. That sensation sent me into the grip of another orgasm; in my mind, I vividly imagined my muscles milking his cock dry, drawing his seed deep within my needy cunt.

When Arden was finally spent, he didn't pull out. I found I loved the way both his cock and cum filled me. After planting a sensual kiss on my lips, he whispered, "Hope I didn't get too carried away."

"You were perfect. You are perfect," I told him for the second time that night. Offering a sweet smile, I smoothed his hair back from his face. "I didn't know it was possible to come so hard!"

Arden chuckled, pleased by my satisfaction. "I never thought playing that role would excite me so much."

"Well, you're a natural at it!" 

His smile faded a little. "Paige, I understand if you want this to be just a one-time thing. And I swear my feelings for you, as your friend and your boss, won't change. I never, ever want you to feel pressured, or to think that I expect anything more from you."

"I don't." When I stroked his cheek, he turned his face a little to kiss my palm. "And I hope this won't be just a one-time thing, Arden, because what we shared..." I fell momentarily silent, at a loss for how to describe it. "It's something I've only dreamed about experiencing. I never thought it would be a reality."

"Oh, baby." He slipped an arm beneath me in order to cradle me to him. "I'd love to be what you need. But we'll have to be discreet. When the other employees are around, I'll be forced to hide how much I adore you."

I couldn't help but beam even as I said, "I understand. The last thing I want is to cause you problems."

Again, his brow furrowed. "You don't feel that I took advantage, do you, Paige? I'm your boss, after all. And I'm so much older. I hope you never come to believe that this is wrong."

Taking his hand, I placed it over my breast. "Nothing has ever felt more right. Give me a chance, Daddy, and I'll show you what a good girl I can be."

As we lay there a while longer, Arden petted and kissed me, murmuring tender words. Basking in the warmth of his affection, I suddenly felt a shadow of fear, like the moon eclipsing the sun. In the span of a single evening, I'd come to crave this man. Now, I could only pray that Daddy remained careful with me, and with the power he held.