Daddy's Girl

In my early 20s, I found myself,
In a five-star hotel room with an older man,
This wasn't my first rodeo,
But still, I couldn't resist the thrill of the plan.

He was my boss, and he was married,
But the illicitness of it all was too much to ignore,
We started with innocuous emails,
Which quickly escalated to something more.

Late-night phone calls, texts after hours,
All leading up to our first in-person out of office meet,
In a ritzy Midtown hotel bar,
With a euphemism I could not retreat.

We closed down the bar, didn't want to part,
So he suggested we raid the minibar upstairs,
As I took two sips of the wine he poured,
He kissed me, and I forgot all my woes and cares.

We were tearing at each other's clothes,
Kissing frantically, the moment was electric and real,
And then he asked me a question,
"Do you like name-calling? how does that make you feel?"

Surprised and intrigued, he said he liked being called "daddy"
I said, "Yes, Daddy," and it all fell into place,
Those two words rolled off my tongue,
Like I had been waiting for that moment all my days.

And as his thigh brushed against mine,
I melted hearing his "Good girl," spoken so sweet,
Those words traveled down my body,
The effect was complete.

Curious, I asked what he wanted to call me,
And sheepishly he offered a few suggestions,
Words that would have made me knock his lights out,
But for some reason, I had no objections.

"Lie back and be a good little slut for Daddy," he said,
"Yes, Daddy," I replied, ready for whatever came next,
He took out a condom from the minibar's selection,
"Take Daddy's cock," he said, and I was helpless to object.

And as he pushed inside me,
I echoed his words back to him,
"This is Daddy's pussy," he said,
I was happy to comply and let the pleasure begin.

His voice in my ear, he whispered filth,
"Use me like your little slut," I said, surprising even myself,
I wanted him to finish, to cum for me,
But I wanted to hear my name, it was the icing on the shelf.

"Say my name when you cum," I told him,
And he obliged, "Oh my God, Tia," he cried,
As he peaked, he spilled over,
And we both lay there, breathless and wide-eyed.

The next morning, I left his hotel,
Wearing yesterday's clothes and a glowing smile on my face,
I stopped at a nearby store,
Picked up a dress to hide my dirty little secret, a Daddy's Girl now in place.