Chapter 7
Pip
“Time to wake up, Pip. You need to eat and get dressed.”
I groaned at the demanding tone. At the same time, my cock came alive. Henny being bossy first thing in the morning was fucking addictive.
Was he taking my words from the other night seriously?
Is that why he chose to get me up instead of leaving like before? What else would he make me do?
I had told him I’d be good for him.
Forcing myself upright, I took a few seconds to blink and get my bearings. There wasn’t any light coming into the room, which told me it was still too damn early. The bathroom light was on, the door cracked enough for me to see Henny standing at the foot of the bed.
His eyes were locked on me. I knew what he was waiting for. Would I get up or go back to sleep?
Keeping my face neutral, I stood up and moved beside him. “You mentioned eating.”
He pointed to the living area. I stepped into the space, spotting the delivery cart parked near the door. The food had been laid out on the dining table. Eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, and several types of drinks.
When I got to the table, I waited to see where Henny would sit. Shock moved through me when he pulled a chair out for me. I dropped into it as he eased down beside me.
He lifted my plate and began placing various items on it. Wide eyed, I watched as he filled it to the brim, then set it back down.
“Eat.”
Keeping up with the ruse, I picked up my fork to dig in. There were a few seconds of silence, then Henny went about focusing on his own meal. The echo of metal hitting porcelain repeated as we ate. Henny drank coffee with cream only, while I chugged orange juice.
It struck me after I wiped my mouth how domestic this shit was.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d shared a meal with someone in anything less than a business sense.
I mean, we were still in our sleep clothes.
I’d call them pajamas but mine weren’t coordinated or anything. Just a baggy tee and some boxers.
“Your clothing is already in the bathroom for the day. Go shower, dress, and then come sit on the couch. You have fifteen minutes before I come drag you out.” My face must have shown how appealing the idea sounded because he scowled. “Do not make me come in there, Pip. Be good for me.”
The words were like magic. I instantly wanted to keep him happy with me. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t tease him or push his buttons. That would always happen. But I did want to show him I was worth the time and focus he was giving me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I teased. There was a noise behind me as I walked away. It sounded a bit like him taking in a deep breath. I wondered if it was because I wasn’t arguing or if the ‘Daddy’ affected him.
Guess I’d have to do it some more to see.
Fourteen minutes and forty-five seconds later, I flopped onto the couch dressed in the navy-blue t-shirt and black baggy pants Henny had chosen. It was exactly the thing I’d chosen for myself, yet it meant more because he’d coordinated it.
Henny gave me a reprimanding look before he went into the bedroom. Shutting the door, he left me to my own devices, probably so he could clean up himself. I relaxed, my head dropping to the back of the couch as I listened for any hint of what Henny was up to.
I could picture him in the bathroom methodically stripping his clothes away. He’d lay them on the counter instead of letting them fall to the floor. Then he’d make sure the water was just right before going through the motions of his shower routine. He’d scrub every delicious inch of his body…
Fuck.
Thinking of him naked, wet, and soapy had my cock perking up. The damn thing wanted in on the fun. I ached to know exactly what he looked like from his pecs down to what I suspected to be a glorious cock.
My eyes rolled back as I pictured it all. I kept my hands firmly in place on the couch. A single stroke would have me shooting off with how worked up I felt. I didn’t want to explain to Henny when he came out why I’d need another shower and to change.
Taking deep breaths, I focused on unsexy, non-Henny things. Taxes. Pulp in orange juice. Those weird ass muffins the bakery downstairs had started selling. They had raisins in them. What kind of sadist enjoyed that?
I’d managed to calm myself by the time Henny stepped out of the room.
He was all put together in his usual suit and tie.
His hair was still damp, which made it flop a bit more than usual and turned it from the soft blond I was used to into a darker shade that was almost brown.
I wanted to run my hands through it. Or better yet, I wanted his hands in my hair while I gobbled down that monster—
And there went my cock again.
“Time to go?” I questioned, jumping up from the couch to hide my reaction.
Henny examined me closely, then dipped his head. “Yes, it is. We have work to take care of. The boss texted that Ricardo was shadowing him over the next few days to get a feel for things. He’s handing off some tasks to me, which will require us to speak with both Dario and Pierre this morning.”
“This should be interesting. Dario has never been a fan.”
“Dario isn’t a fan of most people. His doesn’t believe in small talk or circling around things. It’s what makes him a good CFO.”
I thought about what he was saying and what he wasn’t. Part of me always thought Dario didn’t like me personally. But if it was just who he was, then I needed to reframe how I interacted with him.
We’d never be friends, though we didn’t have to be assholes to each other.
After Henny grabbed his trusty tablet, we went downstairs to his office. Pierre stood outside of it, eyes locked on his phone as he spoke to someone through an earpiece.
“I understand you’re not happy with his decision to no longer attend. We’ve upped our donation for the year. If you’d like, I can speak with Mr. Lyon about doing an appearance another time.”
The person’s response made Pierre’s lip curl. His fingers started to type harder against the screen as his lips mouthed curse words. I couldn’t help the grin that came from seeing a glimpse behind his mask.
He looked up right as we reached the door. I got a nod, while Henny received a brief smile. Then he was back to talking to the person on the phone.
“Your frustration is noted. I’ll place a hold on the donation for the time—oh, really. Well, I’m glad to hear we can come to an agreement. Please note I’ll email you dates and times for a possible visit once I’ve confirmed with Mr. Lyon. Good day!”
I watched as Henny opened the door to his office using the finger scan and keypad combo Rel allowed him to have. Since he handled most of the paperwork, aside from Dario, it made sense to keep his space secure.
It wasn’t anything I couldn’t get past. For the average person, it would definitely slow them down.
Pierre slid past me to go inside. I growled behind him, an animalistic urge to not be separated from Henny taking over my body. The other man widened his eyes and took two large steps away from me. I hummed my contentment as I propped up on the end of the desk.
“Thank you for coming to meet with me, Pierre. It sounds as if the boss has already spoken with you about his absence,” Henny stated.
Pierre finished whatever he was typing and sat back. His ramrod straight position proved how tense he was. Whatever Rel had on his schedule before now, it was creating problems to change last minute.
“Yes, he did message me. I don’t know much outside of the fact he isn’t available. Can you give me an insight on this? Without, you know, going into the other stuff?”
His words held my attention. “The other stuff?”
“Pierre isn’t involved in anything the government might call into question,” Henny replied, tone expressing he wouldn’t expand on that.
He didn’t really need to. I understood him just fine. Pierre was all for the front office work. He handled the legal business and appearances.
Sounded boring to me.
When I didn’t ask any other questions, the two started up a conversation about what the next couple of weeks would look like.
Apparently, they figured that was enough time for Pharrell to get himself in order.
Henny didn’t specifically mention why the boss wasn’t around.
It was the elephant in the room as Pierre tried to ask many more times.
“Clearly he’s not going to tell you the boss’s secrets, kid. Take the info you’ve got and move on with your life,” I grumbled as they finally wrapped the conversation.
Henny had seemed frustrated with the constant push for more. The man could handle himself, but since I was around, and I knew he wanted to be polite, I spoke up.
Pierre startled. “Oh, yes. I see you’re right. I’ll just go then.”
Kid left a breeze behind him as he sped from the room. Henny scowled at me, as if I’d been the one in the wrong here.
I smiled at him, then clapped my hands together.
“Is it Dario time now? Or can we break for a snack? I’m peckish.”
“Peckish? We ate less than two hours ago.”
“Yes, well my metabolism is high. I’m a growing boy, after all.”
He didn’t laugh at my joke. If anything, his gaze turned into a smolder. The heat behind it had my cock coming to life again. Damn thing had behaved since we’d come into the office. Now wasn’t the time for it to act up.
Promise I’ll stroke one out later, I told myself.
And yeah, I’m glad I managed to keep the thought inside. I didn’t think Henny would take well to me giving my cock a pep talk.
Then again, I could be wrong. He’d surprised me lately.
Henny came around the desk while I contemplated whether it would be worth it to share my cock’s excitement. The closer he got, the more my body responded. When his knees bumped mine, I spread my legs to let him stand between them.
“We do have to meet Dario soon. I will allow you to stop for some fruit on the way.”
I scrunched my face. “Fruit? I was thinking more along the lines of some candy bars and maybe a chocolate milk.”
He shook his head, eyes shining as his hand came up to cup my face. The touch didn’t help the problem in my pants. As if he could read my mind, Henny’s gaze dropped to the very obvious tent in my pants.
“You don’t need any more sugar. The amount of orange juice you consumed at breakfast will last you a few days at least.”
I gasped, surprised by his teasing and also shocked he didn’t call me out for the boner. His eyes were still locked on it even though he didn’t say anything.
“That is a gross miscalculation on your part, Daddy. I’ll need more sugar today, and tomorrow, and the next —”
His finger moved over my lips, halting my words. “You will get fruit for your snack. If you’re good during the meeting with Dario, then you can have dessert with your lunch. And stop calling me that where others can hear. It’ll cause questions I don’t have answers to.”
I couldn’t respond with him blocking my lips. When I raised my brow, the corner of his mouth tipped up.
“There are other ways to answer, Pip.”
Catching his drift, I moved my head up and down slowly. His fingers stayed in place through it all. It was like he didn’t want to stop touching me, and I fucking got off on that shit. My cock was pulsing with the urge to come. A few more minutes of this back and forth would send me over the edge.
“Good boy,” he whispered.
So much for a few minutes. I came in my pants like a fucking twenty-something guy with no self-control. Henny’s eyes went wide as my body shook from the force of my release.
It should have been embarrassing. Should have made me want to hide from how easily he was affecting me.
But the lustful way Henny watched me pushed all of that away.
“Have you gone and made a mess?” he asked, voice thick.
I gave another slow nod.
Henny hummed. “Then we need to get you upstairs to clean up. Can’t have you walking around like that, can we?”
The finger blocking my mouth dropped away.
Still a bit strung out from the orgasm, I didn’t really have words to reply to him.
It was like my brain had gone offline, which was a big fucking problem.
I couldn’t remember why in that exact moment.
I just knew I’d have to figure it out later when Henny wasn’t being all hot and demanding.
Calling him Daddy had been sort of a joke. If he kept acting like this, I’d have to make it a permanent title.
A quick trip upstairs and a brief wipe down—solo, unfortunately—had me redressed and ready to go to the meeting. Henny remained silent, though he was right there, instructing me without words. Every nod and pointed finger told me where to go.
He stopped to get me a fruit bowl along the way, which I took without comment. There was nothing to be said after what happened in the room. I’d challenged him, then ended up fucking coming in my pants. Eating the fruit was easier than hashing that out.
Dario waved us into his office with a neutral expression. There was no joking or questioning conversation like there had been with Pierre. Henny jumped straight into business, going over things, as well as giving updates the other man had obviously been waiting on.
I half listened to the back and forth, my mind more focused on taking in Dario’s demeanor. The longer I watched, the more I noted how right Henny had been. Dario wasn’t being an asshole. It was more that he didn’t care.
Everything he said was with an even tone and unbothered expression.
By the time I finished my fruit bowl, they’d finished their meeting. Dario gathered up some paperwork, handing it over the desk to Henny. The papers were then signed and returned.
“We’ll leave you to get your work done,” Henny announced, standing quickly. He motioned for me to do the same, so I rose and tossed my trash in the bin by Dario’s desk.
I waved goodbye, throwing out, “Later, Dario,” over my shoulder.
Henny closed the door behind us. I stepped aside to give him the lead since I wasn’t sure of our next destination. Instead of walking ahead, he turned to face me.
“You were quiet in there.”
“I was?”
“Don’t be coy. You know you were.”
“I was,” I replied firmly.
His lips did that thing where they curved into an almost smile again. “And you managed to stay out of trouble. I guess that means you get dessert after all.”
Before I could reply, he walked away. I rushed after him eagerly. This thing going on between us was exhilarating. I’d eaten fucking fruit without complaining, and I’d gotten an orgasm out of it too. The second one wasn’t intentional, but it counted in my book.
What would he have me do next?