Daddy's Dynasty

3.

Michael Stevenson.

"Learn to control your fucking mouth then!" Maleah screeched at me.

I laughed at her temper. She was easily angered and frustrated. She took everything in the wrong way. She thought she was the Queen of the world.

Well, she's not. She is in a dynasty, but I run it, so if she carries on with this attitude she will be out of a job.

"Maleah, do you not remember who is your boss?" I sniggered.

"Mike, do you not remember who can buss a cap in your ass at any time? Well in case you don't, it's Maleah Jenner. So remember."

I kissed my teeth. She doesn't remember who I am, so I'm going to make sure that she remembers me.

I slyly walked behind her, acting as if I was strolling across the room. I then stopped behind her. She leant over the table in frustration, her straitened hair pooled around her face.

Her ass was mounted high in the air, fat and juicy. I leaned my groin onto her backside, gripping onto her hips, as she softly gasped.

She tried to escape from my grips, but that only urged me to move my hips in a circular motion.

"Michael, delete yourself and your  dick from behind me." She whispered. Her voice was laced with venom and pleasure at the same time.

"Baby girl, just enjoy the ride." I groaned into her ear.

Somehow she wiggled out my grasp, and turned to face me, flushed and hot.

Her face then screwed up, showing an emotional of which I couldn't decipher.

"Don't you ever place your hands on me again. Don't think I will sleep with you because you threatened to fire me. Don't black mail me or use me. If you're going to fire me, do it. Don't think I'll give you my body for a job. I'm sure your mother didn't raise you like this!" She bellowed at me, giving me a death glare.

That statement pissed me off.
Strike one .
Nobody speaks about my parents.

"Well, didn't your Father teach you how not to be a hoe? You slept with a 43 year old convicted rapist, and got yourself pregnant. You dropped out of school because of the baby, but ended up killing it anyway. So don't chat shit about my Mom, when you wasn't even raised by your family because they were all drug addicts. And no my mom didn't raise me like that, because I don't have a mother. Now get your bitch ass self out of my office." I spat at her.

"The fuck is going on in here? Why are you shouting?" Maurice questioned.

Where the hell did this nigga come from?

"Maurice, I'm baffled to as why you think it's convenient to be here right now? While you're supposed to be in the studio recording a new track, you're here questioning me, your boss. This is not a good look for your first week, my friend." I bellowed at him.

"Since when were we friends, exactly? Because I swear this is a strictly business relationship." Maurice contradicted.

"There is nothing wrong with mixing business with pleasure, isn't it Maleah?" I joked.

Shit was about to get interesting.

"First thing, me and Schoolboy Q have finished the song, we're just waiting for your verse. And second, why is Leah in here looking pissed as fuck" He questioned.

"Oh, me and Leah were having a meeting about what song to release first. She wants all things go, but I suggested 2 on, because all things go is a bit too personal for the first song she has ever released and then she went off on me. She then brought my Momma into the situation, so I put her in her place."

"Maurice that is a lie! He said nobody gives a shit about me yet and I have to become somebody for people to care.Then I did cuss him out and he started chatting shit to me."

"Maleah he is right. Maybe dropping All things go is a bit too personal for the first song. Maybe 2 on would be better." Chris stated.

"I actually can't believe you! All things go means something to me, 2 on is just about getting drunk and high! And then you have the nerve to side with Reece over me! I'm still mad at what you said to me on Tuesday. So you're ass isn't coming out of the doghouse anytime soon." She screamed frustratedly.

"You know what Maleah, I'm just gonna leave. Okay?" Maurice compromised.

Maleah nodded her head in agreement and he swaggered out of the door.

"Maleah, sit down" I sternly hissed at her.

"Boy! You're lucky I didn't tell his bipolar ass what you did! You would never walk again, if he knew. So mind how you speak to me." She argued.

"Maleah, sit down. I'm not playing." I said once again.

She hesitantly took a seat. I properly observed her outfit for the first time today.

She had a thigh length skirt that hugged her thighs, with a white bralette. She also had matching white heels too.

"I'm going to tell you something, and your going to listen. So listen good. Understood ?"

"Understood" She agreed.

I was honestly shocked. She didn't pay me back with any attitude or mouth.

"You have three strikes. If you say the wrong thing to me, at the wrong time, I will give you a strike. Strikes are bad. Very bad. If you get a strike, it means what you said actually got to me. You already have one strike. And when you get three- actually you don't need to know."

"No please tell me, three strikes mean-" She pleaded.

"Fine. If you get three strikes I'll bend you over the closest thing to us and pull your panties down. I'll tenderly plunge my face into your sea and will eat you out. Then I'll pull out my dick, and fuck you until you can't moan, walk, speak or think anymore." I whispered whilst slowly pacing towards her.

When I reached her, I pulled her up and bent her over the table, and started to grind on her. She was already breathlessly panting and I've barely even touched her, yet.

"Would Maleah like Daddy to do that?" I teased.

She couldn't even answer. She just let out muffled moans and grunts.

"Answer Daddy, Maleah." I demanded.

"Yes. I would love Daddy to do that." She breathlessly groaned.

Perfect. Now I have her exactly where I want her.

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