Sometimes A Girl Had To Face Her "Daddy" Issues

I worked as an analyst in the CFO department. He used me for 'sensitive' inquiries, and other matters that were outside of the normal accounting or reporting responsibilities. He sent me to fraud training and I became a certified fraud examiner. Like it or not, in a large organization not everyone behaves properly. I worked very closely with him, and he took a very deep interest in me.

He was invited to this 'talk' that a woman was giving on self publishing. He didn't want to go and asked me to go for him. I was to ask for Leonora when I got there. Well Leonora turned out to be a fifty something woman who was involved in anything and everything, but didn't work for a living. At lunch, she leaned over and asked me if I was in love with my "Daddy", or was it purely self interest?

I was caught off guard and she laughed a little, she told me that my "Daddy" kept her up to date with my progress. I did not want to make him out to be a liar so I played along but never used the word "Daddy", he was my boss. When the lunch was over and we were saying our goodbyes, she whispered in my ear to make sure my "Daddy" was taken care of in the Biblical sense. "That man will walk a mile on thorns and broken glass for your pussy", remember that.

A day later, I just couldn't hold it in, and I told him what Leonora had said, and I asked him why she said what she said, what had he told her. He told me that he didn't really talk with Leonora, she was an acquaintance, not a friend. And that she was probably fishing. Women like that made a living by finding embarrassing things to blackmail people with. But I was, am, too young not to ask. "Is it true that you would walk barefoot over broken glass and thorns for me?"

"For you, yes".

So I asked him "is it true that you want my pussy".

"As a man, yes", but "I am your boss, remember".

"But you are a man, and you want my pussy?"

I ended up on my back with my legs open with him inside me. It was the most possessive thing that had ever happened to me. He told me that he had to fire me, let me go, if necessary put me up, but as my boss, he couldn't have a carnal interest in me. After all, I would have to investigate myself along with him.

The necessary part, him putting me up, was necessary. I didn't look for another job or want one. I am a one man woman. That includes my boss. I only serve one man. But as I was now free of any work issues, I was the most I could be when I was with him. One day Leonora called me and asked me if I wanted to help her with this Museum luncheon, a fund raiser.

Leonora was a lot more forthcoming and she told me she had been kept for a long, long time by her keeper, a man who comes out on the news. But now that we were similar, we should stay in touch with each other. Women like us needed to have a purpose, and charity work, and fundraising would give me a chance to get out and meet people.

I am not in the habit of calling him my "Daddy", although I think about it. When pressed he refers to me as his "ward". But I have slipped when he is taking advantage of me, I have called out "daddy", as in "you're my daddy". Small d, not capital D like, Leonora intimated.