Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Daddy - Modern AU - Tywin x Reader

Now I know that there are a lot of you that like my Tywin imagines. So, I thought that I would give you something a little naughty. Hope that you enjoy

Tywin sat at the head of the long old oak table. The board of directors of the Lannister firm all watching him carefully. Waiting. Their eyes fixed, as he thumbed through the latest proposals that Robert Baratheon had put forward for new developments in the city. The old lion growing weary of his son in law. Of his constant need for money, and his well-publicised antics with other women. The rotund soak, hoping that his latest ideas would find favour with the old man and allow him to pay off some debts. Debts that he owed to some very dubious characters.

Tywin had pulled every string he could. Supported Robert all the way when he had run for mayor of the city. Yet sometimes he wished he had never bothered. Robert quickly becoming a liability as he penchant for drink and whores seemed to grow. The extra power and influence that having his daughter's husband as mayor afforded him, far outweighed by the trouble that the fool caused.

The old lion cautiously averted his gaze from the papers in front of him. His eyes focusing on his personal assistant that waited for his word. Tywin noticing the small smile that came to her lips, as she saw him looked at her through his pale lashes. He would give anything to not be there. To instead be in his large bed, with her. Her naked body writhing underneath him, as he buried himself deep inside her. The sounds of her moans and groans. Of her begging him not to stop, filling the air as he took what was his. As she called him, daddy. The sense of power that single word giving him, greater than any other he felt.

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(Y/n) knew what he needed, just from that furtive glance. Knew what he wanted. Knew that he would have to vent his frustrations after reading through this new hairbrained scheme of Baratheons. Tywin always calling on her after meetings like this. Calling her, because he needed a naughty little girl to punish. And she was more than happy to be that naughty little girl. More than happy to be punished by the handsome old lion.

Cautiously, she moved her skirt up a little, allowing Tywin to see her thighs. The sight of the top of her stockings she knew would be doing terrible things to the head of the Lannister company. Would be making him think of all the things that they could be doing together at this very moment, if they weren't surrounded by all these other old men. Not that Tywin had ever let that stop him before. He was, after all, a powerful man. And powerful men have a habit of thinking that they can do whatever they want, and not have to apologise for it.

Slowly she moved her hand up her body. Her fingers reaching down the neckline of her neatly pressed white shirt. She knew that Tywin would be well aware of what she was doing. She knew that he would make her pay for it later. But she didn't care. There was a wonderful thrill about having such power over a man like Tywin. Of exposing herself just enough so that he wouldn't be able to think about the business at hand. Of moving her body ever so slightly, so that the older man could see exactly what she knew he wanted. And it was just a matter of time before he took it.

"(Y/n). Would you come here for a moment. Please." Tywin suddenly said. (Y/n) quickly adjusting herself, as all eyes turned to look at her. The personal assistant dutifully rising and making her way over to where her employer sat. None of the other men present thinking anything of it, as the young woman moved so that she was stood by Tywin's side. Her notebook in hand, ready to take down any of his orders.

The members of the board had seen a similar scene many times before. The old lion whispering his orders to his loyal aid, who would then carry out his commands. Some were angered that a simple young woman would know more about Tywin's intentions than they did. Yet what were they to do. And none knew that what they were really witnessing, was far from what they believed.

"Yes, sir?" (Y/n) asked. Trying to stop herself from gasping as she felt the old lion's hand creep up the inside of her skirt. His fingers pushing themselves between her legs. Her heart beating faster as she lent over to hear what Tywin had to say.

"You're a very bad girl, (Y/n). I am going to have to punish you for distracting me, you know that don't you?" Tywin hummed into her ear. (Y/n) fighting back the blush that was creeping up from her chest. Its warm pink tendrils climbing slowly onto her neck and kissing her cheeks. Her blood pounding violently in her ears as she felt the caresses of his fingers over her warm, needy womanhood. Her body screaming out for him. Her every sense begging to be filled by him.

"Would you like me to take you here and now, (Y/n)? Would you like your daddy to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of all these men? Would you like me to show them what daddy does to his naughty little girl?" Tywin continued. His cock hardening as he felt (Y/n) tremble under his touch and saw her slowly nod her head. Tywin not shocked that his bad girl would agree to such a thing. The old lion quite aware that she had never been averse to anything that he had ever asked of her. That she was always willing to do whatever he wanted.

"I want you to punish me, daddy. I want you to make me scream. I want you to take me now." (Y/n) replied seductively. Her voice dripping like warm honey. The sound making it impossible for Tywin to think about anything but their bodies together.

"Gentlemen." Tywin announced. (Y/n) pretending to scribble something in her notes as Tywin got to his feet. The younger woman knowing full well what was to happen next.

"I believe that I will need more time to mull over the mayor's new proposals. And as it is already late, I am going to call the meeting to an end. We shall reconvene here at ten o'clock tomorrow, and I will give you all my decision then. (Y/n) would you please stay behind for a while. I need you to check a few things before you go." The old lion continued. Watching as the men slowly got to their feet, muttering to one another as they left the board room.

"What would you like me to do first, sir?" (Y/n) asked. Doing her best to appear as business like as possible, as the board members drifted out. Her smile growing as the last man closed the door behind him.

"To begin with, you can raise your skirt." Tywin growled in reply, as he dropped back into his large chair.

"Yes daddy." (Y/n) replied. Placing her notebook and pen on the table before slowly inching her skirt up. Tywin's breath getting shallower as the black material was pulled up all the way to her waist.

"Good. Now, unbutton your shirt." Tywin ordered. The old lion gulping at the large lump that had formed in his, as (Y/n)'s fingers popped each button. The crisp white cotton moved so that he could see her flushed flash beneath.

"Very good. Now, come and sit on daddy's lap. It's time for your punishment. You naughty girl" Tywin added. (Y/n) obediently straddling the old lion's lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. A low moan filling his ears as he brought the palm of his hand down on (Y/n)'s backside.

"I'm ready for my punishment, daddy." (Y/n) cooed in his ear. The deep growl coming from within the old lion, letting her know that this was going to be a long night. And that being a bad girl was something that she would never regret.