Daddy’s Office Pet

The manager growls, “you must pay her very well.”

“Not really,” Daddy smirks. “When you pull on the leash, it hurts her from her neck all the way down to her clit, until she starts moving in the direction you were yanking her. Plus, she loves serving me this way. Don’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, not taking my eyes off of the manager, eating his soul with a fierce, sultry stare meant to seduce him before I ever touch him.