Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
EDWARD
What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her.
I thought that when I got closer to her, my urges would calm down.
However, the moment I touched her arm to stop her from leaving, my urge to wrap my arms around her and make her mine multiplied.
It took all the will I had to pull my hand back and put some distance between us.
“My architect will be here soon, and I would like you to join us on a tour of the building.”
“What is your vision for the building?” She shifts in her seat, putting even more distance between them. I hated it.
“To bring it back to its roots. The building was built...”
“In 1927 by…” Cassy starts by giving an in-depth history of the building.
Is there nothing this woman doesn’t know everything about?
With each passing minute, I become more enchanted with her.
There is no doubt she will be perfect for the position I had in mind for her, and even more perfect in my bed.
“Until today, when it was bought out by Carson Enterprises,” she finishes with a sassy smirk. Fuck, my hand twitches to bring her across my lap and spank her for it.
“Do you write for Wikipedia?”
“No. I just have a lot of information stored, not knowing when I might need it to impress one of the top five richest men in the world.”
I’m glad she is finally letting loose and is no longer intimidated by me or my achievements.
To the outside world, I’m cold, hard, and unyielding, but that isn’t the real me.
My employees and friends know I am none of those things, which is why my employee turnover is less than one percent.
I hire only the best, expect the best, and pay the most.
“Well, Ms. Lincoln, I will have to remember that. Now, your position with Carson Enterprises is Executive Liaison.”
“What would I be doing?”
“You will be my right-hand person. During the transition and remodeling, you will be my eyes and ears. The days will be long, unfortunately, but I will make it up to you. Also, I will be invited to many events, which I will need you to attend with me.”
“But won’t you take your girlfriend?”
“Don’t have one.”
“Wouldn’t it look better with a tall, thin model?”
The tiny thread of resolve I’ve been holding onto snaps.
“How dare you speak badly about your perfect curves?” I growl, my voice low and authoritative.
In one swift motion, I reach out and pull her across my lap, her voluptuous body molding against mine.
She squeals in surprise, wiggling against my iron grasp.
My large hand lands on her lush, rounded ass with a resounding smack. “I will not have you speaking badly about your body,” I command, my tone brooking no argument. She looks over her shoulder, her sapphire eyes sparkling with a mix of panic and undeniable desire.
“But it is true. I don’t have the type of body that you should be seen with.”
I clench my jaw so hard it feels like it might shatter, counting slowly to five to reclaim control.
She will learn, I swear it. With a surge of determination, I seize the edge of her skirt and yank it up over her hips.
Damn, she’s wearing a pink full-coverage pair of panties, the delicate fabric concealing the flawless curves.
I reach up and pull them down to expose her creamy, perfect globes.
The next slap echoes through the room like a fucking gunshot.
The sharp crack of palm meeting flesh sends a jolt of white-hot electricity straight to my cock.
Her ass. Fucking Christ, her ass is a goddamn masterpiece, round and full and begging to be marked.
My handprint bloomed on her creamy skin like a fucking brand, red and angry.
The kind of mark that screamed mine. She whimpers, but it’s not pain.
No, it is a low, throaty sound. A sound I have heard many times when a submissive is wet and aching for more.
“Is this what you wanted, Cassy?” I growl, my voice dripping with venom and lust. I didn’t wait for an answer.
My hand came down again, harder this time, and the sound she makes, half-moan, half-sob, is almost enough to make me lose it right there.
Her skin flushed under my touch, heat radiating from every inch of her, and I could smell her, the fucking scent of her arousal thick in the air, sweet and musky and so goddamn intoxicating.
I lean down, my breath hot against her neck, and she shudders, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. “This is what will happen if you degrade yourself.”
“Mr. Carson,” she whimpers.
I run my hand down her head and grip the back of her neck. “You will call me Edward when we are at work, but when we are alone, you will call me Daddy.”
Didn’t this woman realize her own breathtaking beauty and undeniable allure? Her presence alone sent my heart racing and my mind spinning. The hot water heater in my apartment might as well collect dust, as I’d be taking countless cold showers to cool the heat she stirs within me.
“What did you say?” she moans.
Just as I open my mouth, ready to reveal the yearning that consumes my thoughts, a booming baritone voice cuts through the air from outside the office. It is my architect, whose arrival is both timely and frustrating.
I gently tug Cassy’s panties and skirt back into place and help her sit upright on the couch.
Her cheeks are flushed with a rosy hue, and her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps.
Her eyes, wide and dilated, reveal a mix of bewilderment and excitement.
In this moment, her beauty seems even more striking, an allure intensified by the confusion etched across her features.
“We will discuss this later, I promise,” I say as I stroke my hand down her heated face.
“Edward, are you in there?” Franklin calls out as he walks into the room. He looks around and quickly finds us sitting on the couch. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
We stand. “Franklin, good to see you found me. This is Cassy Lincoln, my executive liaison. Cassy, this is Franklin Martin, my architect and all-around pain in my ass.”
Franklin pushes past me and comes close to Cassy.
She put out her hand for him to shake. However, the fucker takes it and brings it up to his lips and kisses it.
Damn, asshole, she’s not available. She is mine.
He turns his face to me and gives me a wink.
Franklin could read people and situations like no one else I know.
He might not know that I was whipping my executive liaison’s ass moments before, but he could feel the sexual tension in the room.
Franklin and I first crossed paths in college.
After he earned his degree, I brought him into my fold, recognizing a kindred spirit.
He is more than just my architect. He is a fellow Daddy and someone who shares the same appreciation for the intricacies of human desire.
We have an intuitive understanding of each other’s preferences, and like me, he has an admiration for women who possess alluring curves.
However, Franklin harbors a particular fondness for age play, in which the woman assumes a much younger persona.
In all his homes, he meticulously designs special nurseries.
They include a crib and a changing table.
“Miss Lincoln. I mean, it is miss, isn’t it?” he asks with a devilish grin.
“Yes, it is, miss, but please just call me Cassy?”
“Cassy, it is. I can’t wait to work with you.”
His voice is purring like a fucking cat in heat. Damn it, he can tell I’m interested and is pulling my damn chain. He will pay for this. The next time we were in the boxing ring, I wouldn’t hold back.
“Franklin, are you ready to tour the building?” I growl, my tone a little harsher than I meant to be.
“Yeah. Ran into Liam, and he says the place is cleared out.”
I turn to Cassy. “Would you like to put on your tennis shoes?”
Her mouth opens slightly. “How did you know I have tennis shoes?”
I want to tell her I notice every inch of her, including the time we were together in the elevator this morning.
As she checked me out, I was doing the same, noticing her reflection in the metal door.
I wasn’t ready to reveal just how much I knew about her.
“I thought all the women who worked in New York wore them to work.”
“Oh, yeah, most of us do. I’ll go change my shoes and meet you back here in a few minutes,” she says.
She nods her head toward Franklin and walks out of the room.
I can’t help but watch her as she goes. The sway of hips is a thing of beauty, and I am once again bombarded with images of grabbing them as I pound my cock deep inside of her.
“Damn, man, you got it bad,” Franklin murmurs low.
I whip my head around and sneer. “Shut up. She doesn’t know yet, and I want to tell her on my time frame, not yours, asshole.”
“So, you mean you weren’t just spanking her when I walked up to the door?”
I rake my hand through my hair. “Yes, but I don’t think she understands the Daddy/little girl relationship.”
“So, it will be okay if I ask her out?” he asks.
“NO!” I yell.
Franklin laughs loudly. The fucker knows how to push my buttons. “Fine, but know a woman who fine will be a hot commodity when everyone moves in here.”
Like hell they will. My jaw clenches at the thought of anyone being with her.
I feel his hand on my shoulder. “Edward, don’t take too long to explain everything to her. I could be a blind man and still see she is a little.”
Shaking my head, I know she is, but I want her to choose me as her Daddy and her boss. I don’t want her to think she has to be with me to work at Carson Enterprises. I shouldn’t have spanked her after she had just met me. Once we are alone, I will explain. God, I hope she doesn’t run away.
“Stubborn as always,” Franklin says. “But don’t forget I warned you.”