Page 18 of Sanguineous Fiend
I groan. There it is again. She slips her fingers down. I can barely see the edge of her hand disappearing behind the desk.
“Back up for me, kitten, so I can see you. I want to watch as you fuck yourself for me.”
She does exactly what I say, and she slides her office chair back so I can see her better. She has her skirt pulled up around her hips. She isn’t wearing any panties, and I groan.
“Naughty little kitten. No panties while in your office.”
I groan as a low vibration starts in my core. The toy was activated by Scarlett while I was focused on that pretty little pussy of hers.
“Imagine if I was there. I’d bend you over your desk. Slide this cock inside of you. Fuck you until you are crying my name. Everyone would know who you belong to.”
Her fingers slip over her clit, and then she slides two inside of her pussy. The camera sucks, but I can see enough to know that I wish I was there. I want to be the one touching her.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
“That’s it, kitten. Beg for me. Beg to cum while you use those fingers to seek your pleasure.”
Her other hand has her phone, and I watch as her thumb moves over the screen. The vibrator buzzes inside of me a little harder. Shiiit. I fight to keep my eyes open as pleasure rolls through me. Knowing she has control over it makes it that much better. I need her beneath me while I fuck her into a mattress.
I want her to call me Daddy or sir again. I’ve never been overtly masc, but she makes it feel almost special somehow. Like I could be that for her. It’s something that makes my very toes curl in excitement as I think of just how much I can force her to do before she uses her safe word, or in the best case, she submits like the good girl that she is.
She’s naturally submissive, but she can be forward when she wants to be. Mostly, she wants someone who will tell her what to do. Tell her to cum when she is ready. Deny her when she isn’t. She needs control, and I have that in spades.
So when she flicks the other toy on with a slide of her thumb, I moan out because I can no longer control it. This gives her some semblance of balance and, sure, I know she is truly the one that’s leading, but I also know what she needs. She needs me to tell her what to do and I have zero problems with that.
“Fuck yourself, kitten. Fill that pussy because I can’t.”
A moan escapes my throat, and I stroke the cock slowly. Nothing I say right now will matter, because she is so ready to cum. So on the edge of desire that she is losing control. Herpants are heavy and she’s biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Such a good girl. She’s doing so fucking perfectly.
I wonder what her office would think if they knew she was in here on camera fucking herself in front of me? What would she do if they found her? Would she keep going and stop only when she came for me? Would she freak out and die of embarrassment? I think she wouldn’t stop. Her need to please me is so far above her embarrassment of doing this at her job. She really is such a good girl.
I pump my hips so that I’m fucking my hand. Letting her imagine me fucking her as she stares at the screen. I would rail her so fucking hard. Hold her down so she can’t do anything but beg for me. Maybe I would let her cum. After a while.
Her fingers grow desperate as she slides another one inside of herself. Her legs open just a tad bit wider as she slips lower in the chair. I could taste her on my tongue from here. The night we spent together is still engraved heavily on my mind.
“Are you close, kitten? Do you want to cum?”
I tease her and all she can do is nod. I won’t let that slide.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Daddy. I want to cum. Please.”
Fuck me. “Then beg me. Beg to cum.”
Her thumb increases the toy’s vibration, and I curse beneath my breath. She wants me to cum too, but goddamn, I refuse to cum before her.
“Please, Daddy. I need to cum. It hurts so bad. I’m so close. Please. Please. Please.”
She continues to repeat the phrase and I fucking love it. That’s it, kitten. That’s what I want to hear from your lips every single time. Begging me for release. Begging me to let her cum until I give in and allow her the pleasure.
“Such a good girl you are. You want to cum for me that badly?”
“Yes, sir. Please let me cum.”
“Then cum for me, kitten. Soak those fingers and your thighs so you can remember this feeling all day. Now cum.”
I growl the last few words into the camera and watch as she does exactly as I said. She cums for me as her legs shake and she drops her phone and shoves a finger between her lips to stifle the moan that escapes. The camera sucks, but I can see enough to know that her chair is now soaked. Her fingers are slick and coated in every bit of her cum.
