I Start My Shift With Daddy

I caught Dante’s eye the moment I walked in. His grin grew wider and wider as I approached the register.

Seeing such happiness on my bully’s face planted a seed of doubt in me. For years, that expression had indicated that a beating was coming my way. It gave me pause. The memory of last night’s orgasm pushed my misgivings out of my head. Mostly.

I stood next to his seat behind the register. His hand touched my leg, drifted up my thigh, then grasped my ass. My nipples stiffened. I put a hand on the counter to steady myself while he groped me.

“You’re a proper slut now, Parker,” he said.

I checked to see if any of the customers had heard him. They hadn’t.

I reached across to turn the music up on our little soundsystem. While I fiddled with the dial, I set one hand on his crotch. Touching his dick, knowing what it could do, sent a shiver straight to my cunt.

My tits strained against my shirt. Nipples poked out from the fabric, swinging in his face. With his free hand, he gave one a sharp tug. I stifled a moan and threw my arm around his shoulder.

He drew me close to him, put his mouth to my ear, and whispered, “You’re gonna do whatever I say, aren’t you, bitch?”

Fuck, he turned me on.

I nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Because I didn’t fuck you last time, and now you’re **** for this dick.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good slut. Now,” he gestured to the empty space beneath the checkout counter. “Get on your knees.”

My eyebrows shot up, “Umm…”

“Don’t make me wait, bitch.” He growled. “I’ll be doing your share of the work today, so you better show some appreciation.”

I took a deep breath, “Yes, Daddy.”

When none of the customers were looking, I dropped to the floor and crawled into the cramped space between the back of the counter and Dante’s hardening cock. No one would see me unless they walked around the desk to get to the supply closet or the bathroom, both of which were unlikely.

Hearing me, now that would be a different story.

Dante grabbed me by the hair and **** me to lock eyes with him.

“Hurry up, slut.”