A Princess for Daddy (Forbidden Fantasies #85) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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But then, John Elliston appears. To my surprise, he’s dressed like a ninja in an all-black outfit consisting of a tight athletic top, as well as sleek track pants and Adidas sneakers. All that’s missing is a face mask and head covering, not to mention a sword.

“Um, hi John,” I say with a confused smile. “How are you?”

“I’m great!” he chuckles, looking totally unperturbed. “You’re on-time too, which I appreciate in an employee.”

I smile wanly, shifting my weight from foot to foot.

“Um yes. But what are these items on the table?”

He shrugs, his handsome features unbothered.

“Well, instead of having a romantic dinner for two or some other bullshit, I figured we’d cut to the chase. Why waste time and money when I already know what I want?”

“And what is that?” I ask in a slow tone.

He smirks, his grin overly-white in the flickering lights.

“I want to enjoy your curves, Christy, and I want to do it in a very special way that I think you’ll enjoy. I want to chase you.”

I stare at him, utterly befuddled.

“Chase me? What do you mean?”

He snorts.

“I mean literally, as in chase. Like you run, and I come after you.”

I stare at him.

“John, this isn’t the Dark Ages. You don’t have to be a barbarian and hunt down the girl you want before grabbing her by the hair and dragging her back to the cave. I’m here already.”

John merely squints his eyes and shakes his head.

“No, geez, use your imagination, Christy! I want you get naked, and all lubed up with Crisco. Then we’ll head out to the lawn in back of the nursery, and the chase will begin. I’ll give you a head start, of course, because I’m an athletic beast and you’re just a girl. But when I catch you is when the fireworks start,” he says with a smarmy grin.

“You mean, you want to do a naked chase?” I gasp, gawking. “You want my curves out, bouncing around? But what about other people? They’ll see!”

My boss licks his lips lasciviously.

“Hell yeah, that’s the best part. I want to see your curves oiled up and glistening, and bouncing around before I run you down and fuck you. Don’t worry, everyone’s gone home by now. We’re alone here at the nursery so no one will be watching.”

I stare at him in utter shock. This is obviously no “normal” date. Instead, John Elliston has some idea that he’s a primal male, and wants to hunt down a woman before breeding her.

“But you said you weren’t going to take my cherries,” I say in a weak voice. “I promised my mom, remember? And you agreed to that.”

“Oh right,” John says in an off-hand tone. “Don’t worry, we won’t go that far. But can I help it if I become an animal during the hunt? If I go crazy and lose control at the scent of a breeding female? Of course not.”

Holy shit. A hunt? Oh my god, things have gotten way out of hand.

“Mr. Elliston, I’m having second thoughts,” I murmur, already trying to back away. Unfortunately, I bump into a giant palm, the fronds rattling ominously around me.

My boss clucks his tongue.

“There’s no time for second thoughts, Christy. Besides, the nursery’s locked now, so you’re all mine.”

“No please,” I beg. “I don’t want to do this.”

John cocks his head to the side as if in thought.

“Okay, how about this? To make things more palatable, I’ll throw in a bonus. Does that sound good? I know I’ve sprung the hunt on you out of the blue, so I’ll throw in some extra. In fact, I have some cash with me now,” he says, pulling open a special zip pocket on his track pants. Then, he pulls out a stack of hundreds, and my mouth drops open. There must be at least five thousand in his fist! Immediately, my jaw snaps shut.

“That’s more like it,” Mr. Elliston chuckles, seeing my gob-smacked expression. “This is all for you if you play along, Christy. Cold, hard cash.”

To my shame, I begin to get undressed. It’s terrible, but with the money so near, I’m ready to do what I need to do. I disrobe, my curves ivory and gleaming in the golden lights, and John looks me over with hungry grey eyes.

“Perfect,” he rasps. “You certainly are a female in heat. Now, use the Crisco. Oil up those curves,” he commands.

My hand trembles as I dip my fingers into the jar, but there’s nothing to do but obey. I smear the oil over my nipples, trying not to meet John’s eyes. Then I slick my fingers down my plush belly, before skimming over my thighs and calves.

“Don’t forget your cunt, sweetheart,” he sneers. “And your asshole too.”

Oh god, this is so humiliating, not to mention bizarre. But Bart and I need that money, so taking a deep breath, I dip my fingers into the Crisco again and slowly run one hand through my pussy, getting it good and lubed up, before reaching around to oil up my ass too. This doesn’t feel sexy, flirtatious, or exciting at all. Instead, I’m frigid and numb, like a robot going through the motions.



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