Chapter 10 Lane
Lane
“Daddyyyyy,” I called out loudly, getting a glare from Chloe who’d been napping beside me.
I kissed the top of her annoyed little fuzzy head and told her, “What? That’s what you sound like, too.”
Chloe made a “mrrph” sound and settled her head back between her paws.
Greyson appeared in the open doorway to my bedroom just a minute later, looking positively scrumptious in his reading glasses, fitted white t-shirt, and dark grey sweatpants.
“Hi, Daddy,” I purred from where I was still stretched out across my bed.
He chuckled, walking into the room. “Hi, baby.” He stopped at the edge of the mattress near my socked feet, gazing down at me. “Did you need something?”
“I was bored,” I said, my voice a little too sweet.
Grey laughed indulgently, leaning forward and placing his hands on the bed on either side of my calves. “Oh, we can’t have that, can we, baby boy?”
My face split into a smile, and I giggled. “Can you take me to your office? I’ll be on my best behavior.” I batted my lashes at him, knowing it was near impossible for him to ever say no to that.
“I have a call in a few minutes, princess.”
“I can be quiet,” I promised, teeth grazing my lip. Grey’s eyes were drawn immediately to the movement.
He sighed, hands coming up to teasingly trace up and down my bare thighs. “Such a little succubus. Alright, but I’ll have to punish you if you don’t keep your promise. And I mean a real punishment, not a funishment—got it?”
“I understand, Daddy.”
“What do you have on under those slutty little shorts, baby?” he asked, hands climbing higher. Soon, his fingers slipped under the admittedly short grey French Terry shorts I had on. They were loose enough that he could slide them up far enough to peek at the edges of my underwear.
“The new baby blue set,” I murmured, trying to stay still for his perusal.
His honey-brown eyes flicked up to my face. “Are you wearing the top, too?”
I gave him a small nod, then slid one of the straps of my cropped tank top down so he could see the silky blue bralette underneath.
His pupils blew out, which caused my cock to throb in response.
“Daddy…”
“My pretty princess,” he cooed, making me whine. “You wanna be Daddy’s assistant, hm?”
I lifted myself up and scooted closer to him. “Yes, please,” I said softly.
Greyson’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, hungry in that way that always made my stomach flutter.
Then he straightened with a quiet huff of amusement. “Well,” he said, voice low and fond, “if you’re going to be my assistant, we should probably put you where assistants belong.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his hands slid beneath my thighs and back. In one smooth motion, he lifted me right off the bed.
I squealed softly, automatically wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Daddy!” I laughed.
“You asked,” he reminded me, sounding entirely unapologetic as he adjusted me easily against his chest. Greyson carried me like I weighed nothing at all, his thick arms secure and warm beneath me.
My cheek pressed against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, and I breathed in his scent—clean soap, expensive cologne, and something that was just… him. My Daddy.
Chloe opened one eye from the bed as we left.
“Guard the princess tower,” I told her solemnly.
She blinked slowly and went back to sleep.
Greyson chuckled under his breath as he carried me down the hall and across the wide living space of our apartment. The afternoon light streamed through the massive windows overlooking the city, turning his hair gold.
When we reached his office, he nudged the door open with his shoulder.
His desk was on the left side of the room, facing the rest of the space. Two monitors glowed softly, already waiting for his upcoming call.
He set me down beside the desk, but didn’t let go immediately.
Instead, he reached towards the small couch, grabbed one of the plush throw pillows, and dropped it on the floor beneath the desk.
“There,” he said.
My cheeks warmed with excitement as I immediately understood.
Greyson guided me down by the shoulders until I knelt on the pillow between his knees and the desk. The soft cushion protected my knees while the dark wood above me created a cozy little cave.
He sat down in his chair, which put my face level with his thighs.
His big hand came down to rest on the top of my head, fingers sliding gently through my hair.
“Alright,” he murmured, stroking me slowly. “Listen carefully, baby.”
I leaned forward, pressing my cheek against his sweatpants. The heat of his body seeped through the fabric, steady and comforting. I nuzzled closer, breathing him in as his fingers continued their petting.
“This call,” Greyson continued, voice shifting into that calm professional tone he used for work, “is a therapy session for one of Wes’s assets.
” He lightly scratched my scalp, and I melted further into him, letting out a small moan.
“She’s been through some heavy situations,” Grey added.
“Which means I need you to be very good for me.”
I nodded against his thigh.
His hand tilted my chin up just enough that I had to look at him. His eyes were soft but serious behind his reading glasses.
“Silent,” he reminded me gently. “No noises, no distractions. Understand? I don’t want her to know you’re even there.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “I’ll be good.”
His thumb brushed over the freckles decorating my cheeks. “If you make it through the entire hour,” he said, voice lowering with quiet promise, “without her knowing you’re here…”
My heart skipped.
“…then tomorrow we’ll go shopping.”
My eyes lit up immediately.
“The real kind,” he continued with a faint smile. “Not the quick in-and-out errands. I’ll take you wherever you want. Dresses, shoes, all the ridiculous little things you like—with no budget.”
I buried my face back against his thigh, grinning.
Greyson’s thumb brushed over my lips in a silent approval that sent a shiver down my spine.
He adjusted his glasses with his free hand, glancing at the screen where the call timer ticked down the minutes until it started.
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of his computer and my own quick breaths.
“Good boy,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “Now, to help Daddy focus, I want you to cockwarm me. Slide those pretty lips over my cock and keep it warm in your mouth. No sucking, no moving—just hold it there like the perfect little assistant you wanted to be.”
My heart raced at his words, heat flooding my cheeks and lower.
I nodded eagerly, my hands trembling as I reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.
The fabric was soft under my fingers, and I tugged it down slowly, careful not to make any noise, even though the call hadn’t started yet.
His cock sprang free, already half-hard and thick, the familiar scent of him filling my senses.
It twitched slightly as the cool air hit it, and I licked my lips as a deep hunger grew in my gut.
Greyson spread his thighs a bit wider, giving me better access under the desk.
His hand returned to my hair, guiding me forward with gentle pressure.
I leaned in, parting my lips to take the head into my mouth.
The salty taste of his skin bloomed on my tongue as I slid down further, inch by inch, until I had him nestled deep against the back of my throat.
I sealed my lips around the base, careful not to let my teeth graze him, and held still just like he wanted.
A low growl of satisfaction rumbled from above me, and I felt his fingers tighten briefly in my hair before relaxing.
“That’s it, baby. Stay just like that.” He reached for his mouse and clicked to accept the incoming call.
The screen lit up, and I heard the soft chime as the connection went through.
“Hello, Yazmin,” Greyson said smoothly, his professional tone slipping into place like a mask. “How have you been feeling? Any changes since our last talk?”
I froze in place, my mouth full of him, the weight of his cock heavy on my tongue.
Every instinct screamed to move, to worship him properly as he deserved, but I remembered his instructions.
My knees pressed into the pillow, and I focused on breathing through my nose, relishing in the warmth of him pulsing faintly against my palate.
Saliva pooled in my mouth, but I swallowed carefully, not wanting to make a single sound.
Above me, Greyson shifted slightly in his chair, his free hand coming down to rest on my head again, petting me in slow circles as he listened to the woman on the call.
I could feel the subtle tension in his body, the way his thighs flexed around my shoulders, but he kept his responses calm and measured.
“That’s progress,” he replied after a pause. “What about when you’re on a job?”
She responded, “It feels like I’m being treated with kid gloves. I used to almost always have solo jobs, but now it’s like I’m not allowed out if I don’t have one of the guys with me.”
“I see how that would be frustrating,” Greyson said, continuing to talk as I began fading out.
The praise in his earlier words echoed in my mind, making my cock strain against my shorts.
Being here like this, hidden and obedient, turned me on more than I expected.
I wanted to please him, to be the reason he stayed so composed during this important session.
My tongue ached to move and wrap around his length, but I held back, letting the heat of my mouth do the work of keeping him warm and ready.
Minutes stretched on, the conversation flowing steadily.
Greyson’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my scalp, a secret reward that made my chest tighten with affection.
Once or twice, his cock throbbed in response to my presence, growing harder and filling my mouth even more.
I adjusted my jaw slightly to accommodate him, eyes watering just a bit, but I didn’t pull away.