Giving up Control

"I fucking need him," she whispers to herself as she kept looking at the clock. Every minute that passed felt like hours, but she sat patiently waiting for his return. "Fuck, where is he already?"

It'd been a full week since he'd left to be with his family two states over and when she offered to leave with him, all he said was, "do you trust anyone to run the company without you Kitten?"

He was right, of course. She had a major contract coming through that she had to oversee personally, plus more than enough paperwork to keep her busy enough to pass the longest damn week of her life.

She had spent all of her free time on her phone with him, talking, sexting, sending him pictures and playing with herself to his voice. But she missed the way she could cuddle into him after an orgasm. The way he could almost read her mind on what she needed from him at that exact time. The way he fucked her raw and rough...

"No damn it, not yet!!" She chided herself as her thighs began to rub together, tightening at the thought of him. "I spent too much time this morning to work myself up now." Her red hair was down, but combed out of her face, allowing her green eyes and freckles to be on full display.

She had always been self conscious about them, the way they covered her nose and cheeks, but the way he made her feel beautiful had always trumped over her anxieties. She had spent extra time washing, shaving, lotioning and applying her makeup, all just for this moment.

As the door opened up, she nearly jumped out of her chair in surprise. Apparently time flies when you're getting horny. Standing at 6'0", he was almost always easy to spot in a room. His black hair was dotted with greys, but the salt and pepper look had always given him character in her opinion.

Her smile was instant and broad as she waited for the door to close behind him. The rest of the office had work she was drilling them with and she was determined not to let this be interrupted. "Welcome back Sir," she almost gasps, placing her hands in front of her and bowing her head slightly. She was a full 7 inches shorter than he was and right now, it was a very obvious difference.

The air in the office seemed to almost change around him as he walked to her. The warmth from his body radiated against her from a foot away, her breathing deepening to the point she could actually smell him the entire time from the door when he walked in.

But when his hand found her chin, lifting it up to look at him from below, her entire body trembled in anticipation. "Did my Kitten miss her Sir?" He practically growled, the look of hunger in his eyes dug into hers and she knew that he was just as needy of her as she was for him.

Nodding vigorously, she squeaked a high pitched, "y-yes S-sir." Her hands balled at her sides and she desperately fought the urge to just take what she wanted instead.

Leaning in, he breathed across he neck, kissing her skin and sending electric tingles throughout her body. The way he knew how to tease her had always been unfair, but she never complained either. He had mastered her sexually and emotionally, and she was never going to fault him for it.

"Beautiful." He whispered, running his hands down her back and pulling her into his chest. The full force of his scent hit her as she breathed in as much as she could, the heat making her want to never leave. But the way he angled her chin to kiss her took the cake.

She couldn't help but moan as he dominated their embrace, reaching down, cupping her ass and lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist and carrying her to her chair. She never pulled away, never thought of air or anything more than his lips on hers and craved nothing more.

They spent the next few minutes like this, her body grinding against his. She was starving for a full week before coming to this oasis and she was planning to drink in everything she could of it. It wasn't until he pushed her back when he chuckled lightly. "Easy Kitten. We have all day to play. For now, I want you to stand up and show me your body. I've been missing the sight of my Little for the past week.

She nodded, pouting slightly at the interruption, but soon stood in front of him. "I found some new lingerie I thought you'd love. It's not green, but I like it on my complexion." Removing her skirt and shirt, she showed off her dark blue outfit underneath. A lacey number, matching her garter belt and pushing up her breasts.

His smile was intoxicating and she gave him a spin before getting on her knees. Placing her head in his lap, she hugged his leg tightly before saying, "I missed you Sir. Like...a lot." There's wasn't a complaint there, but the need in her voice was evident in her mumbling.

Reaching down, he stroked her head slowly before she finally looked up at him. "How would you like to spend this morning then Kitten?" He asked, giving her the rare chance to choose outright how to spend it without waiting and hoping for something different.

"I...want to pleasure you," she says, the mischevious glint in her eyes returning and her fingers finding his zipper. The palm of her hand absently rubbing his evident bulge within his pants as she looked up at him. "Please?"

He knew this was coming. He knew that her oral and scent fixation would be in overdrive as she was without him for seven days. He couldn't help the smile on his face as he leaned back in the chair and nodded gently. "Fine. But you'll need the handcuffs Kitten."

Jumping up excitedly, she practically dove for the safe, pulling out her cuffs and quickly returning, spinning around and allowing him to secure her there. He had taken the liberty of unzipping his pants and as he pulled himself out, she breathed in the clean scent of his cock.

At first, she just leaned in and breathed deeply, taking in the sexual smell of his body. The heat hitting her face as she moved in and began to slowly encircle his head in her lips. Running her tongue across his shaft, she took note of every vein, every ridge and every bump he had before returning deeper.

Her eyes never left his though. Training on him, she focused purely on his pleasure, and she knew she was doing everything right. But she knew that the only way to get what she wanted was to savor this for everything she could.

So she spent the next twenty five minutes licking, sucking, kissing and lapping at him. He breasts were covered in her spit from the sheer sloppyness of her work, but she loved leaving him wet. Choking on him, she would run circles and suck his erection before returning to another part altogether.

She was determined to edge him until he gave her what she needed. And after the torture of thirty minutes passed, she felt his will finally break. His grip in her hair told her that he was tired of being brought to the brink and held there over and over again.

So as he began to bob her head up and down, she knew that he was going to destroy her completely. He gave her throat a harsh, deep fucking before pulling her back and allowing her to gasp for air. Thrusting back within, he continued this primal need for release for what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been a few minutes.

"Fucking teasing me the entire time," he growled, looking down into her eyes and breathing quickly, "you knew exactly what the hell you were doing Kitten and now, you'll get your fucking prize."

And he was right. Despite being light head, sore throated and suffering from a sore jaw, she was desperately in need of his climax. She yearned to pleasure him in this, and she was screaming on the inside that she demanded it.

A moment later, the thrusting began to come to a high point as he gripped her hair firmly and pushed deeply. Coating her tongue, her taste buds were covered in her favorite flavor. The sweetness of it was thanks to his endless appetite for fruit and her sweet tooth was in overload.

She sucked, bobbed and licked every drop she could from his shaft and savored it all. Leaning forward, she realized how long she was going at it because her entire body was rigged and aching slightly. She wasn't even horny anymore, but more...satisfied. She continued to breathe in his scent from his lap, enjoy his hand lazily stroking her hair from above and just basking in the glow of it all. "Thank you Sir," she whispered before kissing his cock softly.