Page 67 of Kneeling for Daddy
“Dadd—” she cries, but I don’t let her finish.
I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue lashing against her swollen pussy. I savor the taste of her arousal as I groan into her. She cries out, head snapping back and hands flying to the edge of the desk for balance. I feast on her—licking and sucking—like a starving man. Her clit throbs against my tongue, swollen and begging for attention. I circle it mercilessly until she writhes, her belly heaving with every desperate breath.
Her leash brushes against my hand again, and I grab it, giving a sharp tug that forces her to look down at me.
“Come for me, little pet,” I command against her cunt, my voice vibrating through her core. She moans, and her thighs quiver in my hold as she teeters on the edge.
I double down, plunging my tongue inside her, tasting every drop of her wetness, then sucking her clit between my lips until she’s gasping and her thighs are trembling around my head. My beard scrapes her tender skin, making her whimper, and the sound only drives my hunger.
“You wanted to play?” I snarl against her, licking the arousal from her thighs. “If you want my cock, you’ll give me two more. Right now, with my tongue buried in your pussy.”
Her nails dig into the desk, her hips bucking helplessly as I lap at her. I am relentless, mercilessly demanding the orgasms I want from her. She gives me one, and I hold her thighs apart, forcing her still, denying her any escape as she becomes too sensitive for the rough assault of my tongue.
Suckling on her clit, I shove two fingers into her—intent on earning the final orgasm on my tongue. She comes hard and fast, her cry shattering the air when she comes. Her whole body seizes, and her thighs clamp around my head. I drink down the tang of her release as it spills down my chin and over my hand. My tongue works through her pussy, dragging out her orgasmuntil she is shaking, and tears are welling in the corners of her eyes.
When I finally pull back, I’m panting, and my beard is soaked. Ani is wrecked, staring down at me like I’m both her salvation and her ruin. I kiss my way up her body slowly and press my mouth to hers, forcing her to taste herself as I claim her lips in a bruising kiss.
The leash dangles between us, the collar tight around her throat. I wrap it around my hand, wanting more.
I fucking need it.
I taste myself on his tongue, and lick the tangy, sweet residue of my release from it. Nik’s hand wraps around the leash, tightening his hold on me as his fingers lace through the hair at the back of my head. He fists lightly, and I whimper into his mouth.
“My little pet,” he whispers against my lips. His tone is rough, yet approving.
He picks me up from the desk in one easy movement, setting my feet on the floor. Spinning me, he eases my belly over the lip of the desk before roughly hiking my knee over it, too. My heel falls from my foot, clattering to the floor as I struggle to maintain my balance on the other foot.
“Open,” he barks, dusting the handle of the leash over my lips. I follow his command and part my lips. He wedges the leather between them and nudges my chin shut until I’m holding it between my teeth, the leash dangling between my mouth and the collar. “Don’t move,” he warns, relinquishing his hold and stepping back from me.
I hear the rustle of his clothes, but I don’t dare turn my head. Instead, I stare at the view from his desk. It sits mere feet from the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding most of our apartment, providing a beautiful view of the Manhattan skyline. What really draws my attention are the two buildings of equal stature to ours and my unfettered views inside them. I can’t help but wonder how many people can see me right now.And I like it.
He peels my panties aside with blunt fingers, tearing the slit wider. I arch my back and slowly wiggle my ass, granting him a better view, and offering myself to him like he wants.
“Such a good little pet,” he praises, aligning himself with my entrance. He slides in slowly, and with how sensitive I am from his tongue, it’s blissfully excruciating. With only a few inches inside of me, he stills before removing the leash from my mouth. His hands slide over my hips, memorizing my curves as he gives me a moment to adjust to accommodate him. He tightens his hold on my leash, and his fingers dig lightly into my skin as he draws me back onto him, filling me completely.
He moves in careful, measured strokes, taking me hard and fast, but being careful not to bottom out inside of me. The way he fucks me teeters between rough brutality and tender care.
“You like being fucked on my desk, letting them watch what a dirty little slut you are for my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant, and he drives into me with a new hunger. His thrusts are harder and angrier. The leash tugs, making the collar bite into the tender skin at my throat, reminding me that no matter who might be watching, I knowexactlywho I belong to.
Nik picks up his pace. His hands on my hips become anchors, then driving forces that shove me forward on every return. The pressure is oddly incredible, a mix of pain and the most pristine sort of pleasure. My fingers wrap around the edge of the desk, gripping the wood so hard that my fingers ache.
“Come for me,” he orders. My pussy contracts around him, and the sounds of my release fill his office. I cry out, loud and unrestrained, my legs trembling.
“Fuck… Daddy…” I whimper, coming down from my high. He answers with a grunt, slamming into me so hard the desk inches across the floor.
He changes his angle, pushing not just into me but up and forward—dragging the thick head of his cock along my G-spot with every stroke. My back arches, the tiny tilt of my hips only intensifying the pressure. His hand slides along my side, cupping one of my swollen breasts. It fills his palm, and he kneads it with the same confident grip he uses on my hips.
The leash brushes against my shoulder when I fall forward, the sharp tug pulling me exactly where he wants me. He increases the tempo until the world is a throat-clenching, teeth-grinding rhythm. “Don’t fight it, little pet,” he breathlessly demands. “Come for Daddy. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
He doesn’t give me the opportunity to deny his request. His hand presses between me and the desk, finding my clit immediately. He grinds his fingertips over it with precision, as though he knows exactly how much pressure I need to do me in. My body folds within seconds, the pleasure building at my core shooting through me. “Yes!” I scream, my toes curling as I unfurl for him.
My pussy clenches around him with such force, he grumbles, “Fuck.” He spills into me, but doesn’t stop. He fucks me through the aftershocks until I’m a whimpering mess on the desk. His hand splays across the small of my back, anchoring me in place. He keeps his cock buried in me until his breathing steadies and my world stops spinning.
His cock softens, and he finally pulls out. The broad head slips free, and his release—our release—trickles down my thighs. Nik helps me from my perch, pulling me into him as he sits in his office chair. The mess we made is of no consequence to him. I sit across his lap, my ass resting on one thigh and my legs dangling over the other.
Nik drags his hand over my knee and gently eases my thighs apart, just enough to make room for his hand.
