A Long Awaited Vacation Ch. 05

"Nervous honey?" Daddy was holding my hand in the car as we drove in. We were on the way to work on my very first day. It seemed like so long ago, not two weeks that Daddy had announced that I would be starting my new accounting job at his office. I told him I was, and he let go of my hand to put it reassuringly on my knee. I liked the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on the dress pants he had picked out for me. He had chosen my outfit for today--a pair of dress pants, a black camisole, and a deep red jacket. All my new office wear came with a pair of stiletto heels. Daddy did love to see me in heels.

"Don't worry; you are going to do just fine." He reassured me again when we arrived. Daddy bent down and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. It made me blush. Typically, we would hide our relationship in public. Here we were allowed to be open to one another. We walked into the office building hand in hand to the elevator. We were quiet as we went up to the top floor. Daddy seemed confident, but I was still nervous.

The elevator doors opened, and to my surprise, Ezra and Yua were already waiting for us. They were smiling brightly, and it put me at ease. Daddy pulled me into the office floor. Daddy had explained to me that this was a private office floor. Originally the floor was only for Ezra's use. One of the conditions Daddy had about me working here was that we would work on the same floor, so Ezra gave him an office on this floor. My job description was Ezra's accountant, so it was more logical for me to be on his office floor.

"Welcome, guys! Great to have you." Ezra greeted us. Daddy and Ezra shared a handshake.

"I'll leave you to the new employee orientation." Daddy turned to me and kissed the side of my head. Then he was gone, down the hall, presumably to his new office. With Daddy gone, I was feeling awkward. Ezra was quick to try to put me at ease.

"Yua, cutie, I'm going to show Rebecca around. I need you to take care of the rest of my appointments for today. Can you order us a lunch for later and get yourself something nice too."

"Of course, sir." She moved to her desk and started working. Ezra walked up to me and put his arm around my shoulders. I was surprised that it made me feel more confident.

"First things first," Ezra walked me further into the office area. "This is your desk." He showed me a large desk that was across from Yua's. "The door to my office is right there." He pointed to a set of large double doors on a wall near us. He walked down the hall where Daddy had disappeared.

"There is a kitchenette over here. Your father's office is here, and this is your office." I was a bit taken aback. I hadn't expected to have an office. It didn't make much sense to me to have a desk in one space and an office in another. Ezra seemed excited to open the door and show me the office. He shuffled me in and then turned on the light in the room. I held my breath.

It wasn't an office, more of a BDSM dungeon. I jumped, hearing the door close behind me. I think that Ezra might have done it loudly to startle me. The room was bright even without a single window. The wall colors were warm. In the center of the room was a small conference table. There was a second desk in front of an accent wall with dark wood pieces in a herringbone pattern. The plethora of kink paraphernalia very much overshadowed those everyday office pieces.

"The desk out there is for my accountant. This is for the office slut." Ezra walked by me and sat at the conference table. "Shall we discuss the responsibilities of both of those positions that I am asking of you?" He offered me a seat at the table. I sat down feeling nervous about doing this without Daddy at my side.

"I know you are unsure of yourself without your father here. I do believe that this is important to discuss without him. I want to clarify that your relationship with him is a priority, but your role in this building is separate from that. It is always present and respected, but this is to be considered a job. With that piece in mind, I do want to discuss finances. My company will pay you as my accountant. However, the proceeds from your additional duties are in discussion right now. They will not be drawn from company accounts, that is for sure. It would be best if you did not think this is a form of prostitution either. I want this arrangement to be more of a consensual fantasy, where I would personally pay for the time you are active in that fantasy. I am proposing that any financial compensation exchanged between us be for your time rather than sexual favors. It would be like a tip on top of your established paycheck. I recognize that even then, it may feel like prostitution, but I do not want to take time from your work schedule and not compensate you for it."

"I understand, Sir. I am more than happy with that arrangement. That system will work fine for us if you do not view it as paying for my sexual service."

"I agree, and I will never use finances to manipulate you. Your compensation will always remain the same regardless of how a scene has transpired. If you want to terminate this arrangement, it will never be detrimental to your career or livelihood."

"Thank you very much, Sir."

"I am not giving you lip service. We will be writing up a legal agreement to protect both of us. This room has a constant security camera running to safeguard both parties. Your father, and one of my girls, in addition to the two of us, are the only ones with access to the feed. If either of us were to break the terms of this arrangement, then legally, we would be allowed to protect ourselves with that footage. Call it mutually assured protection." I swallowed the lump in my throat. He had thought of everything.

"Enough of that scary, depressing discussion. Let's get to the job descriptions." He quickly changed the dark mood that had fallen over the room.

Over the following hours, we discussed protocol in the workplace. He outlined my duties as his accountant. He gave me personal passwords to accounts. I was given access to checking accounts, expense reports, and many bills. It was a bit overwhelming. Ezra explained that one of his girlfriends had been doing the house finances but had recently become pregnant, and he was happy I started early so he could relieve her of that responsibility. I was just about to ask for a short break when there was a knock at the door. Ezra told them to enter. Yua walked in carrying two bags.

"Your lunches are here, Master." Yua respectfully waited at the doorway. Ezra got up and took the bags. He gave Yua a quick kiss.

"Thank you, cutie; we needed a break. Can you call Master Dale here? I would like to have lunch with him and his slut together."

"Of course, Master, I will get him right now." She turned on her heels and went to do as she was told. A few moments later, Daddy entered the room carrying his lunch. Ezra had brought ours to the conference table so that we could start eating. Daddy kissed the top of my head.

"How are you doing, darling?" He asked me, taking the seat next to me.

"We've only gone over the accounting so far, Daddy. It is a lot, but I think I can handle it."

"I'm sure you can." I smiled, hearing his confidence in me.

"I have high hopes for her. I wouldn't have agreed to hire her if I didn't think she was the perfect fit." Ezra chimed in. I wanted to make a smug joke about not putting too much pressure on me. I decided against it. Since we hadn't discussed my additional stipend responsibilities yet, it didn't seem wise. Daddy may not take too kindly to me being callous to his boss. The three of us had a nice lunch together. It helped me to relax after such a tense talk. Our lunch break was over, so Daddy kissed me goodbye and returned to work. He closed the door again behind him.

"That was a nice lunch. I could tell you needed a little bit of support." Ezra chimed in, putting the accounting paperwork sprawled over the table in a neat pile. "So, we should discuss your responsibilities outside accounting for the day's second half."

"I agree, Sir. I am a little anxious to get it out in the open."

"As I said, your owner has the ultimate power in this environment. If he does not permit something, it will not happen. I expect to enjoy a healthy, consensual BDSM play partnership. In this office, I hope to be second in command. My rules and orders will never trump your owners, but I expect them to hold the same weight in your eyes." My lower extremities were starting to heat up, hearing words like 'rules' and especially 'owner' being said so freely.

"I do not expect our play to be limited to this room. I expect compliance if I want you in my office, at your desk, or in the elevator, wherever it suits my fancy. Let me worry about the logistics of office etiquette. Of course, your owner also has the same privileges in the office." All I could manage was to nod my head.

"You have previously discussed with your owner that you are not against a play scenario where I trade sexual favors with you in a business dealing."

"Yes, Sir, the fantasy does turn me on."

"I would also like to engage in play like this. Though, I want to clarify that those scenes will follow the same guidelines as your 'pay' as the office slut. You may at any time stop the play. Also, for my piece of mind, I would like to state that any business dealings success will never rely on your participation. Scenes of that nature will be set up with individuals that are part of our scene and will be pure fantasy. I would never truly trade your body to make money."

"Thank you, Sir, I understand. Thank you for your respect."

"Your owner would kick my ass if I did anything less." I chuckled at Ezra's joke. He was right, however. Daddy was protective of his little girl. We discussed the arrangement further. When all points were discussed, Ezra passed a confidentiality agreement to me. I signed it without hesitation.

"Finally, all the negotiation is over. I could barely hold myself back." Ezra dramatically threw himself back in his chair. I was starting to grow accustomed to his teasing behaviors. He made eye contact with me, and that demeanor changed instantly.

"It's about time I kicked the tires on this new ride. Come suck my cock, you little office slut." My legs felt like jello as I slid off my chair and crawled to him. I kneeled between his legs. As I came over, he took his cock out of his pants. I reached for his shaft to start stroking him.

"I told you to suck it, not rub it." He corrected me. It would seem Ezra was the strict type of dominant. I leaned in and swallowed him.

"Shit! Your owner was right. You have a mouth to die for." His praise and knowing that Daddy had praised me in front of his friend made me all the keener to serve this man. He put his hand on the top of my head. It was different than when Daddy touched my head. He didn't dig his fingers into my hair or attempt to control how fast I sucked him off. Ezra was much more content to lean back and let me service him. It turned me on to be strictly a tool for pleasure to him.

I could feel the wetness that had already been collecting in my panties from our earlier discussion begin to pool. Goosebumps were forming on my skin from the sheer anticipation that my body was feeling. I focused on what my task was. It was the only thing I could do to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. This felt so different from anything Daddy, and I had participated in before. Daddy had always been with me, and we used the bed as a control method. Even though Daddy was just one shout away, I was aware he was not here with me.

Ezra sat up from his chair and started to walk away. I was terrified that I had done something wrong. I thought that he was enjoying my blowjob. I waited patiently for him to tell me what I had done wrong and watched him from my knees. He walked to a cabinet in the room and opened one of its doors. I couldn't see what he was getting from where I was kneeling.

He pulled out a pair of leather cuffs from the cabinet and approached me. I listened as he ordered me to put my hands in front of me. I watched him patiently as he attached the cuffs to me. Now with my hands tied, he decided it was time to take off my clothing. Daddy had chosen for me to wear a black pencil skirt matched with a peach blouse. Getting the skirt off was the easy part. I tried to pull off my blouse, knowing it would be unsuccessful. Ezra was pleased to watch me struggle. I wanted to play his game to please him. When I couldn't get the shirt off, I turned to Ezra.

"Sir, may I please have help? I cannot get undressed properly for you." He chuckled and got up from his seat. I had pulled the shirt over my head, but I could not take it off with the cuffs. Ezra said nothing and reached out to cup my breast. I did my best to give him the access that he wanted.

"You have a beautiful body, Rebecca."

"Thank you, sir." He slid behind me, keeping his hand on my breast. I felt him unlatch my bra, which slid down my body. Then he seductively slid his hands down my arms and grasped my wrists to guide them over our heads so my hands and the clothing were behind us.

"Your owner tells me that you two do not use contraceptives." I didn't know where Ezra was going with his statement, so I said nothing. "I love a good raw fuck, but I am currently breeding all my slaves." I was trying to focus on the conversation, but Ezra gently stroked my sides, completely distracting me.

"Rebecca..."

"Hmmm?" I was lost in his touch. I felt him chuckle against my back.

"Rebecca, I was asking what our plan is."

"Our plan for what?"

"I just said we both don't use protection with our other partners. So what do you want to do? In honesty, I'm not the type to keep condoms around."

"Oh, um, I have sponges in my purse." The conversation suddenly woke me up from my daydreaming. Ezra slipped out from behind me. I turned around to watch him going through my purse for the described item. I left my arms above my head to keep the clothing out of my way. Ezra didn't have much trouble finding the package.

"I've never used one of these things." He turned to me, looking curiously at the dimpled sponge he had just taken out of the package. I gave him directions on how to insert the contraceptive into me.

"You know, this is actually kind of sexy. Gives me a reason to finger you whenever I want." He licked my thigh. His fingers played inside of me long after the sponge was in place.

"If you two don't use birth control, I assume you use condoms with others. Why did you happen to have these?" Ezra probed while toying with me.

"Ah...Master thought these would be more convenient because they can be left in for a long period."

"How long is that?" I couldn't help but grit my teeth. Why was now the time to pretend to be Curious George? I answered his questions honestly, hoping they wouldn't take too long to answer. When his curiosity was sated, he pulled me to the conference table; he undid my cuffs, threw off my clothing, stretched my arms behind me, and cuffed them again. He pressed my chest into the hardwood of the table.

I felt my nipples hardening at the feeling of the cool wood. Ezra laid on top of me, making my back warm. I felt his own hardwood pressing against my slit. I fisted his shirt in my hands since I could reach it the way my hands were restrained.

"Contraceptives will be part of your uniform. I will not dictate what contraceptive we use, but you should always have it prepared. If at any time it is not prepared, you will be punished. A lack of preparedness will not be an excuse. As you have two holes, you will be ass fucked when your cunt is ill-prepared." I felt my pussy tighten at the mention of this. All this was so hot that I felt like I was burning up. I could barely wait for another second to remedy this burning desire in my lower end. Ezra licked my neck.

"I am going to enjoy this, Rebecca." He said in a husky voice. I whimpered, praying that he wouldn't wait any longer to satisfy us. Ezra slid inside me slowly, savoring every moment. I moaned underneath him. He filled me so deliciously. I would even call him my second favorite, with Daddy being first, of course.

He held my hips, rutting into me with strength. You could hear both the slapping of our skin and the chains of my cuffs rhythmically moving together. Ezra fisted my hair in his hand and pulled my head up. This gave him more access to my neck to attack.

"So good, sir!" I moaned.

"You may not cum fuck hole. Your master told me you may earn that privilege after I am done with you, and he is playing with you." I moaned. Hearing that Daddy would be coming to use me next was not exactly the thing to say if one was trying to prevent my orgasm. I'm sure Ezra knew that and decided it was more fun to tease me.

"FUCK!" I gasped, feeling Ezra unload into me. He slapped my ass after catching my breath.

"I think you and I will work just fine together, Rebecca." He bent down and kissed my cheek.

"I agree, sir." I giggled.

"Done yet, Ezra?" My head turned to the door. Daddy was standing in the doorway with a smug grin. Knowing him, he had been watching us the last few moments.

"She is all yours." Ezra stepped away to fix himself up. "Besides, I'm sure my girl is waiting patiently for me."

"I would say impatiently, the way she was fidgeting in her chair." I didn't know what it was about their witty banter while I was lying there like a used toy that made me feel ready for another round.

"Rebecca, there will be a bag at your desk when you leave. Please make sure to wear it tomorrow for me." Ezra said that; he smacked my ass one last time, then left the room. It wasn't long before I felt Daddy's hands on me. He undid my cuffs and pulled me up into his warm embrace. He held me close, dragging his hands through my hair. He pulled away to cup my face and kiss me. I smiled, feeling his joy to have me back in his arms. It was the same joy that I felt.

He kissed my temple and stepped away from me. I watched him move around the conference table to the wall opposite my desk. I couldn't help but smirk seeing a murphy bed being pulled down.

'Come here, sweetheart." He called me, starting to pull at his tie. I sat at the edge of the bed, watching Daddy pull off his clothing. He left it neatly on a chair since he did have to wear them to go back to work. We didn't need to exchange words for me to know what he wanted. As he came to the bed, I laid back and opened myself to him. He knew how wet I was for him and slid inside me. He laid on top of me, hugging me as he slowly and seductively fucked me.

"I love sharing you with other men." He told me with his seductive husky tone. "Do you like that I share you?" All I could muster was a moaning 'uh-huh.' He fucked me at fluctuating paces, rolling his hips sometimes, attacking me with his body so that I couldn't think straight.

"I am going to cum in that cunt." He promised me. Daddy sat up on his knees to fuck me harder and grab my neck.

"I love you!" I moaned, feeling so deliciously used. He laid back down on me to kiss me again.

"Uh, you feel so good." We lovingly kiss while I let my hands slide across his back.

"You are so wet." He moaned into my neck. Daddy took my hands and held them down against the bed. He kept praising me for how wet my pussy was for him.

"I am going to cum, baby...where do you want it?" He looked down at me. His look made my spine tingle. I felt so loved.

"Wherever you want, Daddy." I gasped. "I love you," I told him again. I didn't expect him to respond to my declarations. He rarely did. I know Daddy loved me, but I was the one to say it.

"Your pussy is so good. I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, baby...." I pleaded with him.

"Thank you for being my slut daughter." I blushed. He had never thanked me before; or called me his slut daughter, for that matter. "Do you like being a slut daughter?"