It had been an exhausting week: problems with clients, problems with machinery, problems with money and contracts. Despite the length of the week or the fact that it had ended for the worker bees of the company, their queen was pushing papers in the sunset glow of the city skyline.
Her phone chimed, as it had many times this evening. As it did every evening…and afternoon…and morning. Always with a message of love and support from her Rock, her Man, her Sir, her Daddy.
Still working hard, little one?
Yes, Sir. The lines are all starting to blur together, though. I probably don’t have much more productivity in me tonight.
Speaking of ‘in you’, you need to take a moment, lay over your desk and put your princess plug in. Then massage that beautiful clit for five seconds and text me for further instructions.
But what if someone else is still in the office, Daddy?
Then they may watch my good girl obey her directions.
Yes, Daddy. I’ll be right back.
She went to her purse to retrieve the petite velvet bag that contained her jeweled but plug that shone with his birthstone on the hilt. She looked around outside her office door nervously. She loved and hated tasks like this. The nervous arousal, the risk…they excited her and terrified her.
She removed the plug from the bag with a small tube of lubricant. She always carried both with her at all times. She never knew when he would require her to put the cold heavy steel into her body and carry on with her day.
She hiked her skirt over her round hips, squirted a bit of lube on the cold metal and slowly pushed it through her tightest opening. She breathed deeply as it slid home. Her fingers went to her clit and began to rub as he’d directed.
“Very nice view,” he said from the door of her office, startling her. “Stop rubbing, sweeting. I’ll be taking over now.”
His hand slid over the small of her back, gentle downward pressure melded her belly to the desk. His other hand ran over her ass and teased her lips. He grasped and twisted the plug and then slapped one cheek hard. She yelped at the unexpected sting. His hand landed against her ass again and again, then rubbed to sooth the heat. Fingers delved into her wetness, pumping until she moaned wantonly.
“What do you want, little one?”
“More, Daddy. I need more,” she ground out.
“You will tell me what you want, slut. Tell me what more is,” he growled against her ear as his fingers ever so slowly massaged her g-spot.
“Daddy, please, I need your cock inside me. I need you to take me, remind me that you own my pleasure and my pain.”
She heard the clank of his belt buckle falling open and his zipper slowly descending. He took her wrists and held them together against her back as he teased her with the head of his rigid penis. Rubbing it from her plugged ass to her clit. He, oh so slowly, pressed against her wanting hole. “You want this, little one? You want me to stop teasing you?”
“Yes, Sir!” Her hips wiggled and tried desperately to press back, to take what she wanted.
His big paw smacked down on her ass as he pulled away, still holding her wrists firmly. He rained blows against her skin. It burned like fire. “You will get my cock when I’m ready, when I am finished teasing you. When I decide you have been teased enough. Is that clear, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She stilled, and steeled her resistance. ‘I will not move. I will not move,’ she silently chanted.
After a few moments of nothing, he plowed through her folds, slamming his hips against her rapidly as he forced her first release. The initial orgasm he gave her was always intense and fast. Then he took his infuriating time after. Slowly he toyed with her core, long slow strokes, deep strokes. The heat grew within her womb. Her ass was so full, her cunt tightly stretched around him. Her cheek pressed against the cool mahogany of her desk. The lights were on and the city was dark. Anyone who happened to look into the sky high window would see them. This was another facet of the thrill. What if they were being watched?
His leisurely fucking was being replaced demanding assaults on her cervix. His hand moved from her wrists to her hips, fingertips digging into the tender flesh.
“It’s time, little one. It’s time for you to cum with me.”
The sensations bombarding her gave her no choice. His voice commanding her. His hands gripping her. His cock stretching her core against the plug in her ass. The spasms tore through her core, grasping at him, taking her release and receiving his.
She lay limp across her desk, thinking that she would never fail to think of him when she sat in that chair. He petted her, ran his fingers down her back, murmured sweet words to her as she recovered. His cock slid out of her and she felt his seed release and warm her lips. He zipped his pants and pulled up her panties and down her skirt, smoothing it over her curves. Her Rock helped her to stand and turned her into his embrace, stroked her hair and her back as she clung to him. “Such a good girl,” he crooned as she regained her equilibrium and he kissed her forehead. “Now, shut down that spreadsheet. You are done for the night.”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled dreamily. When she was done, they killed the lights and left to finish their Friday night together at home.