"No. No. And no. This is all wrong again. Do it over. If it isn't done by the end of the day I am giving the project to Mr. Chase." I practically tossed the file at the stupid woman in front of me that seemed to think I cared when she leaned over the desk and smiled provocatively. I was annoyed by Hector in Human Resources who had sent me this person in the first place. Maybe she managed to charm him, but charm didn't get the work done.

"What are you waiting for Ms. Jackson?" I said without looking back up to her as she hovered uncertainly over my desk. She huffed and stormed off. Most likely to stand in the coffee room and badmouth me instead of actually doing her work properly. I sighed to myself and went over the next file, which was done perfectly by Mrs. Kennedy. I smiled tightly at that and signed off on the sheets, placing them in my out box to be picked up on the hour.

"You really should try to be nicer to her." I heard a voice from my door. I looked up to see my fellow Director of Operations leaned against the doorway. I shook my head with a grin.

"If you like her so much you take her. Just be prepared to send her work back or do it yourself. How are you John?" I leaned my head on my hand and allowed myself a yawn. It was only around one, so I had no reason to be exhausted like this except dealing with my more uncooperative staff. He sauntered in and sat in the chair across from me.

"The boys are going out the club tonight, I thought I'd ask if you want to join me for a prowl." He grinned at my unamused look.

"You know I don't go to the club anymore, and I am already in a long term relationship. Edmund makes me happy. If you think I am crazy enough to screw that up, you should get your head checked." I replied again, the same way I did every time John came in here like this and asked. He shook his head with an amazed look on his face.

"I just don't get it. I mean, you could literally have anyone you wanted, whenever you wanted. What does a burly, middle aged man who works part-time in a mailroom have that attracts you so much?" He was watching me curiously and I shifted slightly under his gaze with a blush.

"He understands me. I can be myself with him and he doesn't run away screaming." I let him interpret that as he would and turned back to the stack of files on my desk.

"I get it. You are a real sadist or something, right? Figures. Someone as cute and intelligent as you would have to have a flaw somewhere. Do you have one of those creepy playrooms at home?" He teased with a mischievous grin. I grinned back.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Now get out of here, I have a ton of work to do." I replied. I was relieved when he slapped his thighs and got up to leave. I stuck my tongue out at the door after it closed and got back to work.

*

My keys jingled as I pulled them from my pocket walking up to the door. I was itching to get inside today. I fumbled a little with the lock and the door opened before I managed to get it unlocked. Edmund stood there with a big smile and I practically ran inside the warm safety of his arms. The door shut and he stroked my head gently. I hiccupped a little sob in my relief.

"Hey now, easy baby. Let's get you out of those stuffy clothes now." He crooned in my ear. I was lifted into his strong arms and carried down the hall. He carefully pulled off my jacket, emptying my pockets onto the dresser and hanging it carefully in the closet. Then he stripped off my pants, dumping the contents next to me before putting it with the jacket. I fiddled with a coin on the blanket, not speaking.

I was helped into a set of pajamas. He picked ones with little fluffy dancing sheep on them. I smiled a little, even through my slight tears. He tipped my head back, helped me blow my nose, and wiped the tear tracks from my cheeks. Then he kissed me softly on my nose, eyebrows and cheeks. I sighed from the soft touches and lifted my arms to have him carry me into the living room for our routine.

I sat on his lap and mumbled about my day. How I had to endure the flirting of an employee, how I had to send work back again, and how I had been argued with when I pulled the file from her and gave it to a more competent employee. Then I told him about John bugging me to do "grown up stuff" and teasing me about sex stuff.

"Baby, if you don't like it you should really ask him to stop bothering you." He said gently as he tucked a blanket around us. It was soft, warm and smelled like him. I shook my head sadly.

"No I can't. He will think I'm being a meany. I want to be friends with him, I just don't like the same things he likes." I said as I cuddled my big strong Daddy. I stuck my thumb in and closed my eyes. He rocked the recliner and petted my hair, letting the silence wash over us and relax me. I dozed a bit, and woke only when a commercial came on loudly over the tv. I yawned and stretched.

"Do you want to go play for a bit while I make dinner baby?" He rumbled in his deep voice. I smiled and nodded. I jumped off his lap, making him oomph and laugh. I dragged my blankie over to my low table and opened my Cars colouring book to a nice picture of Steve McQueen. I got out my red crayon and made his hood all coloured. I was working on the trees with my green crayon when Daddy came back in the room to say dinner was ready.

I went with him to wash my hands with the bubbly soap and dry them on the fluffy blue towel before going to sit in my seat. I laughed in joy when I saw he had gotten out my Cars dishes to cheer me up. I hugged him as he tried to get me to sit and whined when he left to sit in his seat. He scolded me gently as he dished out my spaghetti with meatballs.

"We can cuddle later, sweetheart. Let's eat our yummy food first. Fold your hands now." He folded his hands and said a quick grace before letting me dig in. I twirled the noodles on my fork and tried to take big bites, which usually ended up in the sauce splashing all over the place. My Daddy just watched me with a smile on his face. He knew just what makes me feel better. I love spaghetti and meatballs so much, not as much as my Daddy but a lot.

When I was done eating, Daddy said I needed a bath. I let him take me into the bathroom and I brushed my teeth while he got my tub ready. He made the water nice and warm, threw in my favorite bubbles and gave me a basket of toys to play with. I had a toy boat, a shovel, an airplane and a rubber duckie. I liked to attach the shovel to the bottom of the airplane, swoop down to pick up bubbles and then drop them from the air onto the duckie and boat!

I had my face washed and then Daddy got in behind me to scrub my back. I love the feel of him pressed in behind me as he washes me. I vroomed as I made the boat go across the water. I felt his hands go beneath the bubbles and stroke my legs. My little boy butt was pressed against his crotch, so I felt when Daddy's peepee grew and poked me.

"Daddy is feeling really possessive and horny tonight after you told him about work. Can Daddy make you a big boy early today baby?" He whispered in my ear, making me shiver from both the words and the ticklish sensation. I nodded and put my toys up on the far ledge. He took advantage of me leaning forward to stroke down my back and reach under my butt to poke at my hole. It felt strange having him pull at the skin underneath the water.

Soon enough he was able to slide his fingers in while I bent over in front of him in the warm water. Then he pulled me back to be impaled on his length, not waiting for me to adjust but just shoving it deep inside. I cried out from the suddenness of being so full. I was tight around him and he wrapped his arms around me tightly as he thrusted his hips up into me. The water splashed around, sloshing with the movement of him shoving himself in and out of my hole.

His breath was hot and panting against my neck. The water slid against my skin with the bubbles. His meat pounded in and out of my butt. I arched as much as I was able to in his tight grip. My own little d*ck flopped around in the water half-hard from the feelings he was forcing on me. I felt him grab my chin and twist my head back for a fierce kiss. He bit my lip and I moaned. He pushed in really deep and I felt his hot seed spurting into my arse.

He stayed buried inside, ravishing my lips with my head turned to the side. I felt his hand go to my boy d*ck and pump it slowly in his hand. I tensed and he cussed into my ear, making me gasp. He pulled and fondled my privates until I was squirming on his lap and begging him to make me cumm. His meat hardened again inside me as my gut tightened and I spurted my juices into the bath water.

Somehow he managed to stand and pick me up in one swift movement. He took us out dripping wet and laid me on the bed to sink himself into my hole yet again as he leaned over me. I watched him close his eyes and bite his lip. He slammed into my cumm-slicked hole so hard I jolted from it. I grabbed the sheets and held on for dear life. He was so fierce and passionate. He cried out for his baby boy, grabbed at my water slicked legs, and fell on top of me with fierce kisses.

"Daddy loves you so much, Brendan." He whispered into my ear. He tensed and I felt him fill me up again with a sigh. He moved to the nightstand and grabbed out a plug. He eased it into my hole to keep his seed inside. "Keep your soother in until I take it out myself, baby."

"Yes Daddy. I love you too Daddy." I grinned at him. He dressed me back into some clean pajamas, getting into a pair of sweatpants for himself. I was helped up and told to go back to the living room to continue colouring. I took my teddy bear with me and picked up the green crayon I had abandoned before. With one arm around my teddy, one hand colouring and glancing every now and then at my sexy Daddy... I finished the racing picture.

"Ready for bed now pumpkin?" He asks me as he places his paper down on the coffee table later. I yawn dramatically and shake my head no. He laughs. I grin up at him sleepily. He comes over and picks me up in his arms. I'm taken to the bathroom and put on the toilet after he takes out my soother. I empty what little I can and then wash my hands. I'm laid on the soft bed with my teddy and tucked in for the night. "Sweet dreams little one."

"Goodnight Daddy." I mumble sleepily.

*

I glare at the alarm as it shrilly keeps me from going back to sleep. Turning it off, I sit up and pout at the floor. I feel Edmund stir behind me. I begin my daily routine, getting dressed and having a little breakfast, but my mood really sucks today. At last I'm standing in my suit and staring at the door I'm supposed to be going through any minute.

"Daddy, why's it have to be so hard being a grown up?" I complain as I wait for my goodbye kiss.

"Expectations baby. It's all because of expectations. Don't you worry though. I'm going to make it as easy as I can for you here at home. This is your safe zone, love." I smile finally, kiss him back when his lips touch mine, and walk out the door.