I immediately dropped to my knees and crossed my wrists behind me. He reached up and pulled his tie loose, undoing his top button. He walked around me where I knelt, and once behind me he quickly bound my hands together tightly. My breath caught, and I felt myself starting to get wet.
'Mouth. Tongue.' I immediately opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. He stepped forward to stand between my spread knees. He ran one of his hands through my hair, then wound his fist into my curls and held my head tipped back. He looked down at me, and I could see how dark his eyes had become.
'Good girl,' he purred, and reached between us to unzip his trousers. He pushed them and his boxers down a little, and his large erect cock sprang out. I moaned at the sight of it, full of blood and the head glistening with his arousal. Drool dripped off the end of my tongue as my mouth watered in anticipation, and I saw his eyes watch it fall onto my chest. His cock throbbed between us.
'My pretty little Kitten,' he murmured, his voice hoarse with his lust. 'Keep your eyes on me.' He stroked my cheek and down my face to my mouth, rubbing two fingers over my lower lip. He slowly pressed the fingers to my tongue, then slid them into my mouth. I sucked them eagerly, causing his thick member to pulse again. He eased the fingers down my throat, then withdrew them. He started fucking my throat with a slow rhythm, his fingers reaching deeper and deeper each time he pressed them into my mouth. I sucked harder, feeling my eyes water as my throat adjusted. He growled, and added a third finger to my throat. I whimpered around him, and felt my pussy becoming wet quickly. I was desperate for release, but I was enjoying myself so much in this moment of being used for his physical and visual pleasure that I wanted it to last as long as possible.
Suddenly he pulled his hand from my mouth and pressed the tip of his dick to my lips. As I had been trained to, I gathered my saliva in my mouth and spat the fluids onto him. He moaned, and an expression of pride flooded his face.
'My good girl,' he moaned. 'Open.' I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue over his tip. He clutched my hair in his fist and thrust his thick hard cock deep into my throat. He began thrusting and I snatched breaths where I could, tears running down my face again. As he bottomed out in my throat, I stuck my tongue out as far as possible to stroke his balls when his toned stomach hit my nose. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he began to fuck my throat hard and fast and I started to lose oxygen. Just when I was starting to see black spots, he pulled me away from his cock by my hair. I took the time to regain my breath while he stroked my cock over face, smearing my drool and his pre-cum over me.
'You look so pretty with your face painted like that, Kitten,' he panted, smiling down at me. I grinned back up at him, basking in his praise. He let go of my hair and sat down on his chair with a contented sigh. 'Come. Crawl.'
I crawled forward on my knees, trying to keep my balance with my hands still tied behind my back. He began to stroke his cock, which was still wet with my spit.
'Eyes, Kitten,' he rumbled, and I snapped my eyes away from his cock and back to his gaze. 'Good. Stand.' I stood up slowly, and stood before him with my legs spread and my hands behind my back. He leaned forwards and traced a hand up the inside of my thighs. I whimpered and resisted the urge to close my eyes and let my head fall back. He pulled his hand back and showed me that his fingers were glistening.
'You're very wet, Kitten.' He licked his fingers slowly, causing me to whimper again and my knees to weaken. He grinned wolfishly, and sat back in his chair. 'Touch yourself.'
I immediately reached up to my breasts and stroked my fingers over them, tracing over the skin and raising goosebumps. My nipples hardened, and I pinched and twisted them between my fingers, moaning and writhing but keeping eye contact with him at all times.
He pumped his cock faster and harder as he watched. My right hand moved further down my body, glancing down my stomach and my thigh, then back up and to my mound. I paused, waiting for his permission. He nodded, and I reached between my legs and slowly stroked my soaking slit. I moaned at the feeling, and moved my slicked fingers up and to my clit, rubbing in slow circles. I could feel my legs trembling, and as I rubbed my clit harder and faster and pinched my nipples with my other hand I began to rock against my own hand, feeling the need for release building.
'Stop.' I whined, but immediately pulled my fingers away from my body. He stood from his chair and his arms reached around me, pressing my body to his and catching my mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue tapped my lips, and I opened them to let him in. He explored my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine. He pulled back and nipped my lower lip between his teeth, and when I gasped I felt him throb against me. He gazed into my eyes and growled out, 'Table.'
I turned away from him and walked into the dining room, where I bent forwards at the waist and pressed my face and chest to the surface of our large wooden dining table. I heard him enter the room behind me, and heard a swish and a crack. I recognised the sound of his small 9-tailed flail, and my arousal deepened further. His hand stroked the flesh of my buttocks, and I fought the impulse to press back into him as I knew that I would be denied any pleasure tonight if I did.
'How are we feeling now, Baby? Still stressed?'
'I'm feeling much better, thank you Daddy.'
'That's good,' he murmured, and I heard the smile in his voice. He reached between my legs and pressed a finger to my clit. I whimpered but stayed still. He slowly stroked between my dripping folds, until his fingers pressed against my hole. He pushed two of them inside me roughly, and I whined as he worked in and out of me. With each thrust I was getting closer to the edge.
'Daddy?'
