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."
