Five hours.
We had been in the meeting for five hours before we broke for lunch.
Two separate companies are interested in becoming one larger company...what's so confusing about that?...how did we end up In here for five hours and still no papers have been signed.
Mr.Hod shook Richards hand before exiting the conference room.
"We'll meet back here around 2:30 so you have an hour to get yourself something to eat and take a breather." Richard announced, eyes still glued to the computer as he spoke.
Beyond grateful, I rushed out of the room and headed for my bedroom. I wasn't hungry I just wanted to lay down And have my ears away from the constant sound of debating voices.
Taking deeps breaths as I walked towards the elevator, I reached into my purse and picked up my phone.
Of course Harry had responded and I smirked as I swiped the screen and read his messages.
"That's a very dangerous game to play, with me of all people Ms.Tyson."
And then another message from just 20 minutes ago.
"Call me."
Locking my door behind me, I collapsed onto my bed and dialed Harry's number.
"Hello?" His raspy voice came through the speaker and I melted into the bed.
"Hi." I responded, my voice missing the silkiness that his held.
"Hey angel." I heard a door shut on his end, "how was your meeting?"
I buried my face in the pillow beside me and groaned in response.
"That bad?" He chuckled.
"HOW do you do this everyday?" I asked, legitimately baffled that anyone could remain sane going through this bullshit, day-in and day-out.
"Every business man (or woman) has their own secret to keeping it together."
I rolled back over, "and what's yours Mr.Styles?"
"I can't go around handing out ALL my secrets... But I suppose I could for you... Personally I sit through every meeting and come out alive because I remind myself what's waiting for me at the end of the day...I remind myself how sexy your little ass gets when it's red with my handprint because my Babygirl was a bad little kitten...I remind myself how amazing your body looks every time you slip into something I got you...I remind myself of that little waddle in your step the day after I've fucked you until you've forgotten your own name...of the sweat that slides down your soft skin and the way your back arches underneath me...the way your body shakes when your close to your orgasm and begging me to let you let go...the tears that slide down your cheeks when you finally do and the soar throat you get after sucking daddy off like his good little kitten...that's how I make it through the day Babygirl."
My breathing was shaky and the phone shook in my hand as I crossed my legs and tried to ignore the growing dampness between my thighs.
"Daddy." I gasped, too needy to be embarrassed that he did this to me with nothing but his words.
"What's wrong kitten?"
"I- you-." I couldn't even form a complete sentence, damn this man to hell!
"Are you wet for daddy, baby?...has your body started shaking yet?...your breaths are already uneven and I can tell...but I told you darling, teasing is a dangerous game to play with me of all people."
A small whimper fell from my lips.
"Daddy, no!" I whined, "please ?...I've been good."
He chuckled, darkly. "Wrong, my sweet baby... You wore the bra and panties Daddy bought you today and you know how much he loves them and sent him pictures of it and what does that make you?"
"A tease." I answered, hanging my head.
"Does daddy like it when you're a tease?"
"No, sir." I answered, quietly.
"Disobeying and being disrespectful....does that make you a good girl?...no! It doesn't! And since I'm not there to bend you over and teach a lesson on respect, you will wait until I get my hands on you tomorrow."
