I giggled, taking the black cat tail plug and lube then went into the bathroom. I took off my tights and panties, bending over the counter to get a better angle. I lifted up my skirt, lubing up my fingers. My hand reached back, pressing them against my entrance. A small squeak left my lips as I pushed one in. I've never fingered myself before but this feels so good.

I worked myself up to a second finger as I stretched myself wider. I bit my lip as the heat built up in my abdomen. My fingertips brushed my prostate, making my knees shake as I muffled a cry of pleasure with the other hand. I want to keep this a secret from daddy to surprise him.

I lubed up the plug, slowly pushing it inside of me. When I straightened out it brushed against my sweet spot, making my eyes slip shut in pleasure. I turned around and smiled, seeing my tail fall down from behind my skirt.

"Daddy's gonna think I'm so pretty," I whispered.

I walked down the stairs quietly, opening his office door slowly. Frank was typing on a computer, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his expression was one of concentration.

"Daddy," I sang.

He looked up, his face relaxing and an easy smile spreading on his face.

"Hey, Princess," Frank said. "I'm almost finished here, just ten more minutes probably."

I smiled as he began typing again. I moved around behind his chair, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"Daddy," I whispered, biting on his ear gently. "I have a surprise for you."

"Yeah, what's that?" He asked, his hands freezing over the keyboard.

I grabbed the back of his big spinny office chair, pulling it back a bit. I stood in front of him, turning around and placing my hands on the desk, bending over a little so my skirt rode up.

"Oh, Princess," Frank said. "Did you open my cupboard?"

I swayed my hips, biting my lip. His hand reached forward and squeezed my butt, making me stifle a moan.

"You're so perfect, Baby Gee," he whispered.

My hips slowly rutted against the edge of the desk and I whimpered, looking back at him with needy eyes.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, daddy's gonna take real good care of you," he said softly.

Frank reached around me and shut the laptop, moving it to the side. He held my hips and turned me around, kissing me softly.

"You're so good for daddy," he whispered.

I pulled on his red tie, whimpering as I rocked my hips against his. Frank's tattooed hands fiddled with the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and letting my skirt drop down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and pushed them aside. He held my hips and lifted me up onto the desk. The plug pushed up into me and I moaned as Frank laid me back on the desk, bending over me. His pupils were blown out, completely filled with lust.

His hand played with the plug, twisting it and brushing it against my prostate as I whimpered and bucked my hips up. He pulled it out completely and stuck his fingers in my mouth so I could coat them with my saliva. He reached down, just pressing one in when his phone rang. He groaned, answering his phone by not removing his other hand.

"Yes, papa?" He asked.

I moaned gently as he added a second finger, scissoring me.

"No, I already know that," Frank said in an irritated tone, his eyes running down my body. "I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."

A blush rose in his cheeks.

"Sorry, papa," he muttered.

Frank added a third finger inside me, causing me to moan loudly as a thin layer of sweat built up on my chest. Frank balanced his phone between his ear and his shoulder, using his now free hand to cover my mouth while he continued moving his fingers.

"I know, I'm working at it," Frank said. "I'll talk to them...Right, ASAP, this isn't my first fucking year in the business, I know what I'm doing and I'm trying to fix it...Sorry, papa...Okay, okay."

His fingers hit my prostate and my cries of pleasure were blocked out by his hand.

"I know, e-mail it to me," Frank said. "I'm working on it, how many times do I gotta say that? Tell mamma I love her...Love you too, papa."

He hung up and flung the phone over his shoulder onto the chair. He leaned over me, his hot breath fanning my skin and leaving goosebumps.

"So fucking loud, kitten," he whispered.

A muffled moan was heard in the room as he moved his fingers faster, hitting my prostate each time. It was so good, the heat was building up and my legs shook with a need for release.

"You want to come, princess?" He asked, his lips brushing against my ear and I nodded. "Then come for me."

"T-touch me, please, daddy," I tried to say with my muffled words, hoping he understood.

He must've because he responded with, "Nuh-uh, baby, you're gonna come from just my fingers alone."

I whined, my back arching as his hand moved faster. I was so close, my erection throbbing and leaking precome. Frank wormed a fourth finger inside me, pushing me over the edge as I cried out, biting his hand. I came untouched onto my stomach, my head spinning slightly.

"So good," he said. "So sensitive."

I breathed heavily as I relaxed, letting my legs-that had previously been bent up-slip off the desk and hang over the side. Frank grabbed a tissue and wiped me off, tossing it away and holding my shoulders to lift me up into a sitting position.

"How was that?" Frank asked.

"Amazing," I whispered breathlessly.

He chuckled, kissing me and looking down at his hand that had a bit mark on it.

"My baby boy his some big kid teeth," he joked and I smiled wide, showing him my teeth. "No, nevermind. You have such cute little teeth."

"I'm sorry for hurting you, daddy," I said, dropping off the desk onto my knees in front of him. "I'll make it up to you."

I saw him smile down at me as I undid his belt. The bulge was prominent in his pants, straining against the denim. I tugged them down along with his boxers. My hand wrapped around his erection as I gently sucked on the tip.

"Mm, so good, kitten," Frank moaned.

His hand snaked through my hair, tugging on it lightly. I took him farther, my lips stretching around him as I did. I gagged around him as I got to his base, my nose pressed up in the space between his hips. Frank seemed to lose self control as he gripped my hair harder, pulling my head back slightly and bucking his hips forward. I like it when he's rough, it's hot. I sucked and swirled my tongue as he groaned.

"Just like that, princess, on your knees and suck daddy's cock like a good little boy," Frank rambled. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."

Not ten seconds later and he released down my throat. I swallowed, pulling off and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I gave him a lopsided smile, resting back on my heels.

"So good kitten," Frank praised, stroking my hair softly.

He pulled up his pants, buttoning it up. Frank leaned down and kissed the top of my head while I smiled proudly.

"Who was on the phone, daddy?" I asked.

"Just my own daddy," Frank said, then frowned. "Nevermind, that sounded less cute than I thought. It was my dad, my papa."

"What's he want? Is everything okay?" I worried.

"Everything's fine," he said. "But just one little thing, we have to go out on a business dinner."

"We?" I squeaked nervously.

"Yes, it is customary for the family to come along, show that this is a real family business, I used to bring my cousin, Gina," Frank explained. "We will have dinner with the couple."

"For what?" I asked.

"To keep them buying our stuff because apparently they're about to switch over to a different company," he said.

I nodded, standing up and putting on my clothes.

"When?" I asked.

"As soon as possible," Frank said.

He looked frustrated and stressed out so I gave him a tight hug.

"What's this for?" Frank asked.

"Because I want to make you feel better," I said. "Is the work thing bad?"

He stroked my hair gently. "No, it's okay. There's just a little problem with the orders and I just need to clarify them."

"That's it?" I asked.

He nodded, smiling as he leaned in to give me a kiss. Frank pulled away from me and picked up his phone.

"Let me just call them up real quick," he said.

The phone was held up to his ear and I immediately got bored. I started playing with the pens that were in a holder on the corner of his desk, trying to build a tower with it. When it became apparent that it would not work, I grabbed a piece of paper and started drawing a picture. It had jagged, dark lines from the black ball point pen. A crudely drawn photo of Frank and I. I also took the liberty of drawing myself in a tiara.

"Well, they planned for tomorrow evening," Frank said, and it took me a full minute to realize he was talking to me.

"Daddy, look at the photo I drew!" I exclaimed, holding it up proudly.

He smiled, taking it from my hand.

"It's beautiful, Baby Gee!" He praised. "This should be in an art museum. Here, let's hang it up."

He ripped off a piece of tape from the roll on his desk, taping the paper up right above his chair on the wall beside some pictures of him and his family.

"Who's these peoples?" I asked.

Frank chuckled. "Well, that's my mom and my dad."

He said, pointing to a blonde lady and a man with black hair that was beginning to grey.

"He's chubby," I giggled.

"Gee, that's mean, you shouldn't say things like that," Frank scolded and I frowned. But then the smile formed on his face again. "But between you and me, he is chubby. Just don't go around saying that to people, okay?"

I nodded, giggling lightly.

"And that's my cousin, Gina," he said, pointing to a tall girl with a dark brown pixie cut. "And my other cousins and aunts and uncles."

"What about your bothers and sisters?" I asked.

"I'm an only child," Frank stated.

"Oh poor daddy, were you lonely?" I asked.

"As a child I was, but I have you now and I still haven't gotten my two million kisses yet," Frank said.

I laughed, holding both his cheeks and kissing him.