His Nasty Little Pussy

DADDY’S SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN.

It’s, like, how many times can you read the same note in ten minutes? It’s the same letter, the same words, the same sentiment, the same objective…

But each time provokes a surge in me different than the last.

More powerful, more visceral.

Something completely uncomfortable in the din of my stepfather’s party.

“This party’s so boring!” the notes say. “Meet me in the closet in ten minutes.”

I shake my head, smiling to myself as I sip champagne and read the note again. The feeling right now, when I look over the words once more, is a deep anticipation. My stomach knots so hard I have to place my champagne flute on the table, incapable of swallowing another drop. I look up at the party guests. If only they knew what a perv my stepfather is!

He wants-right now, in the next few minutes-to spend time with me in the closet. At his party! Daddy’s so weird about this stuff.

But I can’t say it isn’t sexy.

The man just won his merger, bringing the company he’d been pursuing for the past year into the fold, consolidating all their stock, and melding two different businesses into one. In one fell swoop, Daddy just doubled the size of his business and probably quintupled its potential.

To throw a party… well, that was necessary. This is exactly the type of thing you celebrate. Too bad it wasn’t Daddy’s idea. His vice president volunteered at our house to bring the two companies together to celebrate and form their important bonds over champagne, glazed ham, and music.

That isn’t how Daddy celebrates, not with me at least.

Daddy knows all about bringing people together, and making them happy so they value the work they put into his business. That doesn’t mean he cares for it much. That’s why he leaves it up to his VP, who used to work human

resources way back when. So Daddy agreed, but he’s just itching to get out of it.

And I don’t blame him. Daddy and I are so close, we’re like the same person. Ambitious but introverted, excited to achieve, but not hell-bent on commemorating it. We’d rather bask for a moment before moving on to the next thing.

Well, Daddy’s much better at it than I am.

Even though I don’t blame him, he should be down here, showing these people a good time. Maybe I should be the one who picks up the slack and makes a good host for Daddy’s guests…

Or, I’d try, if Daddy hadn’t enticed me with his note.

His note slipped into my hand as he passed by me while showing the previous CEO of the absorbed company around the house. It didn’t take long for Daddy to grow impatient.

He was tired of entertaining people not even an hour into the party.

The only person he wants to be with is me.

That’s why I can’t ignore the note because Daddy’s the only one I want to be with as well. He’s so funny, so handsome, so rugged, and so hardworking but so laid back. He’s like the perfect man: a workaholic who spends every minute he’s not working with me.

That’s all I can ask for.

He takes care of me, in and outside the bedroom.

I bite my lip, hastily throwing my eyes to the floor. I can feel the heat in

I rise. I don’t want anyone noticing just how uncomfortable I am.

If they ask about it… I’m in trouble.

I don’t have the conviction at the moment to make something up, but I sure as hell can’t tell them that I’m on my way to meet my Daddy, so he can have me in the closet during the most important party of his life. I read the note again. Ugh, god it’s starting to make me horny. I’m seriously locked in on the idea of throwing it all to the wind so Daddy and I can have seven minutes in heaven. Each time I read it is like a new pulse of

pleasure, until I’m forced to give up waiting, and I start to head upstairs, away from most of the party.

I couldn’t even last ten minutes!

It’s harder to find Daddy than I expected. I go to his closet, the large walk-in variety with plenty of space, but he’s not there. Right then, I realize I have no idea what closet he’s talking about. This is the only one where there’s enough room to… well, you know.

I close it, looking around the room, thinking he’s here but just not in the

closet. He isn’t, so like a sleuth, I have to explore a little. There are a lot of rooms where Daddy might be, so I start with my own. Opening the closet, I’m disappointed to find he’s not there. I twist my lips. Damn it, Daddy! Where are you?

I walk between every room, looking through all the closets, but I’m unable to find him. The worst part is I’m walking around aimlessly through the halls upstairs, where I’m running into people while looking like a lost doe.

People say hi and whatnot, and I clumsily respond, kind of embarrassed to even be talking to them. It’s weird when people talk to you normally and you’re secretly up to no good. Boy, what would they think if they knew I was searching closets to find Daddy and fool around with him?

How they wouldn’t know what I was up to based on my awkward conversation is beyond me.

After exploring every room, I step out into the main hallway, overlooking the banister that leads down into the foyer. There are so many people standing at the bottom of the stairs, in the foyer, that I feel a strange surge of taboo. Nothing like I’ve ever felt being with Daddy. This is something far stronger. I think it has to do with my dirty desires bubbling up while all these people are standing around so close to me and each other. I’m only fifteen feet away from the people below me, and I’m already

starting to get wet with anticipation. If they only knew what was going on in my mind, and my pants, I think they’d all be aghast at my filthy libido.

And all the while I can’t find Daddy to sate my desires! I slink my shoulders, leaning over the banister, defeated. I’m not even sure where to look next…

“Psst,” says a voice behind me, chuckling, “you have a nice little butt on you.”

My heart jumps as I turn around. The door to the hallway coat closet is slightly open, and inside is the figure of a sneaky man.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Daddy…

“What are you-” I stop myself, lowering my voice to a whisper, looking around conspiratorially to see if anyone notices us. Daddy waves me in, and when I think no one’s looking, I rush into the closet, closing the door behind me. I swipe several coats to the side, but they only give me a little room, still pushing at my back as I face Daddy. “Daddy, what are you doing in here?” I ask, worried as I look through the slats of the door, the small openings giving me enough light to see Daddy’s grin.

He laughs quietly. “I thought it was funny watching to walk the halls trying to find me.”

“Daddy! That’s not funny!” I say, even though I do get a little devilish delight in it. The man was playing with me, and even though I was feeling incredibly self-conscious and irritated, it dissipated when I realized he was doing it to me on purpose.

He shrugs, leaning close as he mockingly whispers. “Well, you didn’t see what I saw: A little girl running around, trying desperately to find the man she loves. It was adorable.”

He pokes me in the side, and all the tension is blown away as excitement courses through me again.

I don’t know why a man purposefully teasing me is so delightful, but it is. Maybe because if he did it accidentally like I was inclined to believe, it would make him look incompetent, and that’s the opposite of sexy. “So, why don’t you want to be out in the party, Daddy?” I ask, pushing my fists to my hips in the small closet.

“Because I’d rather spend a little bit of time with my Babygirl before I need to play to those simpletons.”

I laugh. “Daddy, you’re bad.”

His hand wraps around my lower back, pulling me up against his body.

“Only when I’m with you.”