It was near 5 o'clock, she was stood up at her desk. She wouldn't dare to sit down; her pussy was still soaking, and since her Daddy had stolen her panties, sitting down would make it obvious to everyone how naughty she had been. It had been more than an hour since he had gagged her with his hand, forbid her to cum, and finger-fucked her until she had to squirt on her work desk.
Although he had already made her cum once, that certainly wasn't enough. He had awoken something in her, a desire to submit, to please, and to be used. The desire was always there, but no one had brought it out of her, the way he had done. No one would have picked her up, commanded her not to cum while plunging his fingers deep into her besides him, and definitely not when she was in work.
She could feel her wet lips kissing the inside of the top of her thigh, leaving them wet. She kept crossing her legs while standing up, and squeezing her thighs together, just so she could give her clit an ounce of the attention she wanted.
Temptation got the best of her sometimes; she would wipe her little cunt dry with her fingers, and then lick them clean. She was learning to be a good girl, but enjoying her own taste was nothing new, she knew Daddy liked it, though.
She continuously checked the clock on her phone, begging for time to speed up. The wait for 5 o'clock to come, was near unbearable. Her body language started to mimic her submissive thoughts: leaning against the desk, sticking her bum out to feel the colder air of the room against her naked wet crease. Frustration was at its highest, becoming agonising.
4:58pm. Her phone vibrated, she picked it up within an instant. It was a text from him, it read:
"Room 311. Come now, Kitten."
She left everything at her desk, and stormed out. She couldn't wait for the elevator, she took the stairs, passing people on the way down.
"Do they know?" she thought to herself. "Can they tell I'm flustered? Can they tell how wet I am?".
She opened the doors to the 3rd floor. The uniform doors were all identical, apart from their numbers and occupants names. She counted down the door numbers.
Room 315, Room 314, Room 313...her heart was beating faster, Room 312... Room 311.
Stood outside the door, she looked down the corridor to check no one was there, took a deep breath and turned the door handle. It opened slowly, showing a dimly lit office; along the right side of the wall was an L-shaped desk, which extended away from the wall into the center of the room.
She was relieved; he was sat in the senior's office chair behind the desk. She smiled and stepped in.
"Close the door, Kitten" he said with a smirk.
She did so, both still smiling. She softly pushed the door closed until it clicked. She bit her lip, her heart was pounding, she was excited, she could feel her pussy getting hotter, ready for what was going to happen next.
She turned to face him.
"Stop" he commanded.
She stood still looking at him, sat in his chair.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ball of stringy black cloth, her wet panties from before. He placed them on the desk.
"Do you want these back?" He asked her.
She nodded quietly.
"Words, Princess, do you want your panties back?"
"Y-Yes, Daddy I want them...please"
"Now then, you know what you have to do, don't you?"
"Be a good girl, Daddy?"
"Yes, little one! Now, be a good girl, stay there and take everything off."
She turned her eyes away from him and looked at the bottom of her white top, as she crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of it, and lifted it over her head and shook her hair free. She was beautiful, he had undressed her in his mind thousands of times, but he could never have imaged just how attractive her petite figure was. Her large cute eyes locked onto his, as she slipped her arms though her little black bralette, and over her head. The two items that were between his eyes and her breasts now joined each other on the floor. She felt the air kiss her delicate puckered nipples, it caught their attention.
Sat in his chair, his mouth began to salivate at the thought of them in his mouth. He began to get hard at the sight of his little kitten exposed from the waist up. She looked at him with flirty submissive eyes. He wanted more.
"Everything, Little one" He reiterated.
She obeyed. She wanted to obey. She wanted to be taken so much, her wet pussy beneath her skirt still glazed; she knew she would taste it again soon, which only made her wetter. Blushing, she stepped out of her shoes, making her an inch smaller, and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her skirt.
"Turn around, Princess" he said with a smile. He wanted to see her perfect, little, round ass unveiled for him.
She smirked; she knew he wanted to see this. She about turned, glancing over her shoulder to try and catch his reaction, she pushed are ass towards him and slowly pushed it down over her thighs, wiggling her hips slowly to shuffle the meagre slip of fabric to her ankles.
His hard cock was now throbbing in his trousers, trying to burst though and enter her. It took all the will power he had left to restrain himself. He caught a glimpse of her wet lips shining underneath her ass.
She was now completely naked, completely exposed; she was ready to be used. She had fully become his submissive, stood wearing nothing but a watch, for his entrainment while he was sat commanding her in his chair. The anticipation was building up; it had never felt so good to give into someone's demands.
"Good girl, turn to me" he said.
She turned towards him, fighting her natural instinct to cover herself; she let her arms fall by her side, displaying her perfect naked body to him. Her heart was pounding as she tried to act as if it wasn't.
"Do you like me, Daddy?" she asked in a cute voice.
She knew the answer from the bulge in his trousers. She wanted it in her, in any hole; she just needed it inside of her.
"What do you want, Baby?" he asked her.
