Daddy's Dirty Pet

ELIAS' POV

I have wanted him ever since the first day I stepped foot in this mansion.

My employer's husband.

Damien.

Something deep inside of me had shifted, on fire, the moment I saw him.

How could it not?

He was a tall handsome man.

Damien carried himself elegantly as if the entire world belonged to him.

Once I had caught him half naked while he was relaxing in the pool area and saw that his entire body was covered in tattoos.

It had been so hard to look away.

And I mightn't have if he had not turned and caught me staring at him.

An apology had rolled off my lips before I turned and hurried away.

Cheeks flushed.

Cock hard.

I knew it was dangerous.

Staring at him.

Wanting him.

But I could not bring myself to stop thinking about what it would feel like to have those strong hands wrapped around me.

And those thoughts had plagued me for the several weeks I've been working here.

I couldn't leave.

This was my dream job.

I've always wanted to be in fancy kitchens cooking private dinners for rich people.

And voila, I got this job.

I liked working in this kitchen that looked more like one in a five-star restaurant than one in someone's home.

Leaving was not an option.

The sizzle of the sauce I was cooking drew me back to reality.

I turned to stir it.

The bright lights bounced off the white counters and stainless steel surfaces while I moved fast through the kitchen-chopping vegetables and prepping the meat.

My heart was beating a little harder than usual as I plated the main course.

My movements were careful.

It had to be because this meal was a rare steak dish Damien himself had asked for.

I couldn't mess it up.

When I was done, sweat was gathered on my brows and poured down my cheeks.

The steak sat perfectly in the center of the ceramic, drizzled with the sauce I made.

My face instantly beamed.

The meal had come out perfect.

My work.

Damien would definitely like it.

I tried to keep my face calm as I carried the plates gently to the dining room.

Damien was sitting at the head of the dining table.

And his wife was not there.

I wondered where she went.

Our eyes met.

"Good evening," I greeted.

He looked straight at me and his hard gaze stayed longer than it should have.

A hot shiver ran down the length of my spine and I swallowed softly.

"Evening, Elias."

The quiet way he said my name with that thick baritone made my dick hard.

I set the plate down in front of him.

My fingers were trembling.

"Dinner is served. Bon appetit," I said to him before I quickly stepped back.

His gaze went over me.

Slowly.

I shifted on one foot, feeling uncomfortable under the intensity of his scrutinizing eyes.

Clearing my throat, I spoke.

"I noticed your wife is not here tonight. Did she travel by chance?" I suddenly said.

He made a small sound in agreement.

"She left for Milan this morning," he replied. "She won't be back till maybe two weeks later."

My heart clenched.

"Two weeks?" I repeated softly.

He nodded.

My eyes widened.

Not because she was gone.

But at the fact that we were completely alone.

Both of us.

Me and the man I wanted to fuck me.

The star of my wet dreams.

Alone.

In this huge house.

The thought made my mouth dry.

An inaudible sigh of relief finally left my lips when he looked away.

His eyes dropped back to the steak I had served.

"Everything looks good tonight, Elias," he said in that deep, calm voice.

Heat pooled in my stomach.

"Thank you, sir," I replied.

I was trying to sound confident.

But I was failing.

My voice shook.

My hands trembled.

I had to hide them behind my back to keep him from seeing how bad it was.

Though he was still inspecting the plating.

"I hope you enjoy the steak. It was cooked medium-rare, just how you like it."

He nodded.

Then he picked up his knife and fork by the side without saying anything else.

I waited until he took a bite.

His eyes closed.

Then he opened them, staring at me.

"You've outdone yourself once again, Elias," he acknowledged me.

A smile curved my lips.

"Thank you sir."

"You're dismissed," he said.

I nodded.

He bent and took another bite of his steak.

The sound he made as he chewed turned me on.

Desire shot through me.

"Get a grip Elias!" My brain yelled.

I took a deep breath to do that.

Then I turned and went back to the kitchen, skipping like a coaxed child.

Who wouldn't if Damien praised them?

A sigh of relief left my lips the moment I shut the door and leaned on it.

He was done moments later.

I knew because the maid came in with the plates after clearing the table.

"I'm done for the day," Martha said. "I will be heading back home now."

I nodded at her.

"Goodnight."

After she left, I started cleaning up.

And then I heard footsteps right behind me minutes later.

Whirling around, I expected to see Martha.

Perhaps she had returned because she had forgotten something here.

After all, I thought Damien had gone to his room already after having dinner.

But I was wrong.

Because it was Damien standing in the doorway and watching me intensely.

A lump immediately rose in my throat.

"Sir?" I breathed.

The black shirt he wore had the three top buttons open, showing a sexy hint of the tattoos sprawled all over his chest.

I gulped instantly.

"You're still working?" he asked.

I swallowed softly before I spoke.

"Yes, sir, just finishing up here," I lied as I wiped my hands on a towel.

I tried to force a smile.

"Do you need anything?"

There was silence for a moment.

Blood roared in my ears.

Yet he was just standing there.

Staring straight at me.

Like prey.

"If the food hadn't been-"

Then he moved.

The rest of the words?

They died in my throat as Damien approached me like a predator.

And my throat went completely dry when he stopped just beside the counter.

"Are those new dishes?"

He looked down at the few dishes I had left out for the heat to escape.

I nodded, trembling.

"Let me see what else you made."

My heart was hammering in my chest.

He did this all the time.

But something about the way he moved tonight suddenly felt different to me.

I picked up a small spoon.

Then I scooped some of the sauce I had made earlier.

"This one goes with the beef. It has shallots in it and a touch of balsamic."

He took the spoon I was offering from my fingers in order to have a taste.

But his hand brushed over mine on purpose.

I flinched like a sacred cat.

He glanced at me.

"Sorry," I whispered.

His hands became bolder, curling around mine.

"Sir?" I whispered as he brought the spoon to my lips.

Our eyes met.

His skin felt warm in mine.

"Taste it first," he ordered quietly.

My pulse jumped.

But I ignored it.

My head dipped towards the spoon.

However I ate the sweet warm liquid in it without a word.

When I looked up, he was looking at my lips through dark hooded eyes.

Blood rushed down to my loins.

"Excuse me," I said.

The warning was just before I snatched my hand back from his grip.

My wrist still burned where his hand had been.

I placed the spoon in the sink.

Then I reached for another spoon in the stand and dipped it into the sauce.

After which I held it out to him.

He leaned forward.

Then he took the spoon into his mouth while his eyes never left mine.

My breathing quickened.

He swallowed the sauce.

"Not bad," he said. "But I think it may need a little more salt. Try again tomorrow."

I nodded slightly.

"Yes, sir. I'll adjust it."

I expected him to.

Yet he did not move away.

Instead, he leaned towards me till his arms were touching my shoulder.

The air instantly became heavy.

"Elias."

A gasp left my oesophagus.

"You work hard," he added.

His voice stayed low.

Meanwhile my body was burning with the heat of desire I was feeling.

"Most chefs we have had here don't bother to pay this much attention to details."

I swallowed softly.

"I like doing it right," I answered. "Especially when the person eating actually notices."

A small smile curved the corner of his lips.

"Is that so?"

The glint that appeared in his dark eyes looked quite mischievous.

But I nodded and kept my tone light even though my stomach was churning.

"Hmm, that's intriguing."

Then he came even closer.

He took the small tasting spoon from my hands again.

My head tilted as he scooped some of the collage soup I had also just made.

I watched him curiously.

Then he held it near my lips.

"Open."

I parted my lips without a word and let him slide the spoon into my mouth.

The sauce tasted rich and warm.

"Swallow."

His words were like a spell.

I found myself obeying without question.

He watched me swallow.

"Good?" he asked.

"Very good," I said.

My voice was a little rough.

He set the spoon down slowly.

Then he leaned in until his face was only just a few inches away from mine.

His breath brushed my cheek.

"Next time," he murmured.

I stilled like iced fish.

"When I tell you to make something, I expect you to get it perfect."

I felt heat rush to my face.

"Understand?"

I swallowed.

"Yes, sir."

His eyes darkened for a second.

And he just stayed there.

Close enough for me to smell his musky cologne.

The redolence intoxicated me.

It was hard to think.

I stood right there with my heart pounding hard and mercilessly against my rib cage.

For a moment I wondered if I was imagining the fervent hunger in his stare.

But then, he leaned in and claimed my lips in one move I hadn't even seen coming.

The kiss was explosive.

I didn't move even as his mouth moved over mine because I was so taken aback.

And when he stepped back?

I just froze.

My breathing was ragged.

I did not know what just happened.

But I knew one thing for sure.

I was in trouble.

DAMIEN'S POV

I had never cared much for my wife's expensive lifestyle for once.

Never batted an eye at the big mansions she bought or even the large social parties she threw.

Not even the constant travel with the man that was supposed to be her boss bothered me in the least.

None of it meant anything to me because this was a lavender marriage.

She was in it for my money.

And I needed her as a cover.

She had left for Milan that morning while I was asleep without even a goodbye.

And I watched her expensive automobile drive away through the open french windows with nothing but relief.

She would be fine for two weeks.

And I would finally be alone in this house with the new chef she had hired-Elias.

The twenty-two year old hard working man was handsome in a cute way.

One that refused to fade away even when he tried his best to look serious.

He had bold eyes.

That was the part that interested me the most because he never always looked down whenever I was speaking to him.

Most people cowered.

He did not.

And I wanted him.

Every fibre of my being screamed for him ever since he stepped into this place.

And I knew he wanted me back too.

Knowing as much from the looks he stole when he thought I wasn't paying any attention to him.

Yet I needed to be sure.

I couldn't risk starting something with this man without confirming my stance.

That was the reason I started testing him during the late nights in the kitchen.

And I definitely enjoyed every minute of watching him squirm nervously, all while I stayed entirely calm on the outside.

But with my wife still in the picture, it had been risky to start anything yet.

And she is gone now.

Tonight was mine.

I sought him after dinner, walking into the kitchen while he cleaned up.

He had his back to me.

I hadn't had time to admire his glorious ass.

That same one I wanted to fuck so hard.

And be turned around.

The moment he realized it was me, his shoulders had instantly tensed, just as it was now as I gently pulled away from the kiss.

My right brow lifted.

"Never learned how to kiss?" I asked.

He swallowed audibly.

"I- I- I don't kn-"

He was stammering.

My cock hardened in my pants.

I loved when I made someone I wanted to fuck hard completely speechless.

A smirk curved my lips.

"You look like the sauce you made," I informed him.

The reference was the redness that was swiftly spreading across his cheeks.

His hands flew up to cover them.

"I- you just- I was surprised."

His bold eyes grew rounder.

They reminded me of innocence.

My cock was throbbing now.

"Take off your apron."

Elias blinked.

"Sir?"

"You heard me."

My voice stayed even.

"Take it off."

He reached down to untie the apron and slowly placed it on the counter.

"Your hands are shaking."

I liked that.

He glanced at me, moon-eyed.

But I stepped behind him.

I was instantly pressing my body against his back.

He froze.

Definitely he could feel my arousal.

"I know you have been watching me since you got here," I said quietly.

His breathing quickened.

"I... I didn't mean anything by it."

I laughed softly.

"Don't lie," I said, pressing my hard cock against his firm ass. "I see the way you have been looking at me Elias."

My hand slid up over his hard cock.

"Ohhhh," he moaned.

Fingers trailed up his washboard belly to his chest.

I found one of his erect nipples.

My fingers squeezed gently.

He gasped softly.

"I see you Elias. Every glance."

"Arghh," he moaned.

He sounded so breathless.

"Yes, I did."

I reached around to grip his chin using my other hand.

Then I turned his face toward me.

He looked so horny.

Eyes dark.

Lips parted.

"You want me to fuck you."

It was a fact.

Not a question.

My hands travelled downwards, to cup the thick bulge in his trousers.

His cock jerked in my hands.

"Say it."

He bit back a moan.

"Say it and I will."

He was silent for a few seconds.

Then he whispered.

"Yes, sir."

I heard the surrender in the words.

He wanted this.

"Good boy."

I pushed him forward until his chest was against the stainless-steel counter.

"Place your hands flat on the counter and don't you dare move them."

He did as I asked.

I pulled my silk tie from around my neck and folded it into two.

"Open your mouth."

Elias parted his lips.

The tie was pushed by me into his mouth till it hung between his teeth.

Then I securely tied it behind his head.

"Pretty," I murmured.

A kiss was planted at the groove of his neck.

The small sound he made was muffled by the silk.

A satisfied smirk curved my lips.

"Perfect," I whispered.

Then I ran my hand down his back.

They stopped at his ass.

He let out a muffled moan.

"You belong to me now," I told him. "This pretty little chef is now mine."

My hand came down hard on his right cheek as a resounding spank.

The sound echoed in the quiet kitchen.

Elias jerked against the counter.

A deep moan escaped his lips and through the gag.

I spanked him again and again.

My hands were switching sides until his ass turned bright red under my palm.

Each slap made his body shake.

He liked this.

And I didn't stop till his cock was

"Such a tight little ass," I said.

I leaned in closer until my lips were sitting right against his ear.

"I am going to ruin every inch of you. I will fuck you whenever I want."

His 'yes' was muffled by the tie.

"You will make meals for me during the day and spread your legs for me at night. Do you understand boy?" I demanded.

He nodded fast.

His muffled cries were mixing with my own heavy breathing.

Then I turned him around.

I was immediately greeted by the impressive bulge in his trousers.

A spot was wet.

Precum.

I slowly opened his pants.

Then I pushed them down to his ankles along with his green underwear.

His cock was already hard.

The tip was leaking with precum.

I wrapped my hand around it.

"Nice girth," I mused.

But he didn't reply.

Couldn't do so as he was too engrossed in the pleasure I was giving him.

My hand hit his chest.

His shoulders.

His back.

Repeatedly.

One hand stroked him slowly while I kept spanking him with the other hand.

His moans filled my ears.

And it spurred me on.

My hands drove faster over this cock.

"Arghh, fuck yes!" He breathed.

He was close.

I could feel it.

But I wasn't.

My cock was throbbing.

I needed release too.

"On your knees," I ordered him the moment my hand let go of his fat cock.

He dropped down to the floor without a word.

And he turned to face me.

The sight was intoxicating.

Him kneeling.

Ready.

He knew what I wanted him to do.

"Good boy," I said.

Then I opened the zipper of my pants.

It was filled by my hands pulling out my cock.

It sprung free.

My cock hung heavily between my legs.

"Closer," I said.

He scooted forward until my dick stood thick and heavy in front of his face.

"Take off the tie."

His hands reached behind his head to undo the knot and discord the material.

"Suck it," I commanded.

He leaned forward eagerly.

My heart pounded.

And he took half of my length into his warm mouth.

My eyes closed.

"Fuck!" I groaned.

More of my cock sank into his mouth.

Into his throat.

"Oh, Elias," I moaned.

The sound was thick.

And then he began to bop.

I grunted.

The gag is gone now.

Replaced by my cock.

And he made soft, desperate sounds that pushed me close to the edge.

I held the back of his head with my hands.

This helped me push myself in deeper.

"That's it."

He almost choked.

"Take it all."

His hands gripped my thighs tightly as if in a plea, causing me to slow down.

His mouth was warm.

My cock jerked.

Slowly, I thrust again into his throat.

He grunted.

"You look so good on your knees for me boy," I complimented him.

Elias seems to like it.

He worked harder at my cock, sucking and licking every inch of my joystick.

"Touch yourself too," I said.

He obeyed instantly.

One of his hands immediately wrapped around his own hard cock.

I watched him stroke himself faster and faster as I thrust on deeper.

My control slipped just a little.

"Faster," I growled. "Make yourself come while you suck my cock Elias."

His moans vibrated around my cock.

And I fucked his mouth deeper until I could not hold myself back anymore.

I came hard down his throat with a low groan at the same time Elias shook and spilled his release over his own hand.

He swallowed every bit of my cum while shaking from his own climax.

And I stayed still for a moment, breathing steady as I watched him work.

Then, when he was done, I pulled my cock out and looked down at him.

His body slumped against his legs.

Beautiful.

Used.

By me.

He leaned against the counter when he could move while he was trembling.

His face was flushed.

His lips were swollen.

I fixed my pants calmly.

"You suck good."

I tucked my shirt back in.

"Clean yourself up," I ordered him in the same icy voice I always used.

Then I turned away from him and walked towards the kitchen door.

Suddenly, I halted.

When I whirled around, he was getting to his feet with his back to me.

The way he stood on shaky legs made the corner of my lips lift in a smug smirk.

But it was his ass, still glowing red from the hard spanks my hand had delivered earlier that totally delighted me.

"And Elias?"

He turned to look at me with wide eyes.

Probably thought I had left.

"Do make sure you are ready for breakfast at eight o'clock," I added.

He nodded.

Then I stepped outside the door.

And behind me, Elias leaned on the counter, breathing hard and completely wrecked.

I smiled to myself.

This?

It was only the beginning.

ELIAS' POV

What woke me up the next morning was the sharp sting in my ass when I rolled over.

I winced because my body was still sore in places I did not want to think about.

And the memory of Damien's hands landing hard on my ass time and time again with his deep voice talking me through everything would not even leave my head.

So I just lay in bed for a long time with my face up, staring at the white ceiling.

A part of me instantly began to feel every guilt for letting it happen so fast.

Another part of me felt excited in a way that scared me because I knew this was wrong

But I could not stop wanting more.

When I tried to get out of bed, my ass burned every time I moved.

I just gave up and fell back in bed with a deep sigh from the back of my throat.

Let's not even talk about my throat.

The rest of it felt too raw from taking all of his long, hard length down there.

My knees were not an exception.

Both of them still hurt from being in my knees while he fucked my throat raw.

A buzzing sound drew me back to reality.

I turned around to see that it was my phone making that noise on the nightstand.

Reaching out, I grabbed it and held it up in front of my face while scrolling.

It was a message from Damien.

The words were few.

{Come to the kitchen. We need to properly discuss the menu for the week.}

I stared at the words for a minute as my heart started beating faster.

And a glance at the time on my phone almost made me scream in panic.

It was fifteen minutes past seven.

That meant I only had about forty five minutes to prepare if I was going to be ready by eight o'clock as he had instructed me the night before.

My aching ass jumped out of bed.

Fingers pulling off my night attire while I was hurriedly headed to the bathroom in order to take a quick shower.

I had never woken up this late.

But it wasn't surprising to me that I had done so because my body needed the rest after everything Damien did to me.

After brushing my teeth, I stepped into the shower and let the cold water blast over me.

I was done in the shower minutes later and staggered out to pull on my clean work clothes hanging in the closet.

Checking the time, I sighed.

It was almost seven thirty.

I headed out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen breathing fast.

My hands trembled.

I tried to walk slower because my stomach was churning with dread at seeing Damien all over again after last night.

I stood outside the door of the kitchen and took a deep breath before exhaling.

"Fighting," I whispered.

As my hand reached for the door knob, his voice floated towards me.

"Are you going to spend the rest of the day standing outside the door boy?"

My breath hitched.

He must have heard my footsteps.

I cleared my throat.

My hand tightened around the door knob before I finally pushed it open.

When I walked into the kitchen, Damien was standing at the centre with his piercing eyes trained on the kitchen entrance.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt and dark blue trousers with his matching blue tie hanging loosely around his graceful tattooed neck.

My mind instantly went blank.

He looked so calm and put together as if nothing had happened last night.

And don't forget sexy.

He looked so edible standing there that my body instantly boiled with desire.

"Morning, Elias."

His greeting dragged me into panic mode.

"Good morning, sir," I blurted out while trying to keep my voice steady.

But it was impossible.

My nervous system was processing too many emotions at the moment.

Feeling too much.

And my body diddered from it.

"Seems like you slept well?" He asked.

I nodded an answer.

"That's good."

He pointed at the counter.

"Why don't you sit down and tell me what you plan to cook for the next few days?"

I didn't need convincing.

My ass was immediately planted in one of the chairs around the kitchen.

I was instantly pulling out my notebook as I started listing all of the dishes.

"Monday will start with grilled salmon and lemon butter sauce. Then there will be roasted chicken with herbs on Tuesday."

He made a hmm sound.

"For Wednesday, I prepared a new beef recipe with red wine reduction."

Damien listened to everything I suggested without saying much at first.

And I tensed when he walked around the counter and stopped behind me.

That was when I realised that this encounter might not be about the menu after all.

Likely a continuation of last night.

Both of his hands raised and came to rest heavily on my shoulder.

"Those sound fine," he started.

I swallowed-just the way my emotions were swallowing every inch of me whole.

"But I want you to prepare something special for dinner tonight."

He leaned in closer until his ears were brushing gently against my pinna.

Heat flushed my face.

"Something just for me."

A lump rose in my throat.

I swallowed it.

Then I turned my head to look at him.

"What do you have in mind?"

There was a small pause.

"You."

My mouth dropped.

The book in my hand followed.

And before I could answer, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the chair.

My breath hitched as he pushed me against the stainless-steel counter again.

"Sir, wait," I breathed.

I was trying to sound bold, and failing miserably at it, as always.

He glanced at me.

Blood rushed into my stomach.

He stepped into my personal space with his hand flare against the counter at both sides of my body, encasing me.

"Yes?" He demanded.

The darkness in his eyes turned me on so much at that particular moment.

Blood engorged my dick.

My breathing quickened.

Still I managed to speak.

"I- I think w- we should talk a- about this first. L- last night was-"

His voice interrupted my stammering.

"Last night was only the start."

His voice stayed calm.

But his rough hands moved in one quick move and his thick fingers were instantly wrapped around my neck.

A gasp escaped my lips.

"You do not get to decide when we talk. The decision is not yours. Elias."