This is a first for me. I have always been a voracious consumer of erotica, but this is my first story, writing or posting. Many, many thanks to Mouth_Full_of_Lust for editing this for me. Your suggestions, comments and corrections were very helpful. And your response made me feel confident that others might enjoy it. This story features role playing with a Daddy/Kitten dynamic, but both are consenting adults in a committed relationship. If the use of these might offend, then this would not be for you.
Malcolm smacked the phone down. He rarely snapped at people he worked with, but the supplier he had been speaking to had really gotten under his skin. It had taken everything in him not to hang up on the man. He leaned back in his chair, running frustrated hands through his hair. He worked from home so he propped his legs up on the huge desk and tried to relax. He felt "off" lately. Tense, itchy, like too much energy was running under his skin. As he tried to sort what the fuck was wrong with him, he heard a crash from upstairs, a loud curse, followed by her quick steps on the stairs. He looked up as she strode past his office door and continued to curse. She at least tried to keep her voice low, but he could still hear her. She knew how he felt about her cursing. He was going to have to talk to her about that, again. He dropped his legs to the floor, sat upright and called out to her.
"Kitten, would you please come here?"
His voice was not harsh, but she stopped on a dime.
As Katrina had walked past his office, something had hit him. He knew why he had felt off recently. The last six months had been incredibly busy. And while they still had been present and supportive of each other, they had not had any time to indulge in one of their favorite treats.
Daddy and Kitten had not come out to play in some time. Their sex life was always fantastic and mutually satisfying but this kind of playtime resulted in the intense release that he needed to expend this extra energy. It had been too long and he was about to fix that. He reached over, silenced his phone and made sure his video call app was closed. Almost getting caught in a compromising position was not something he wanted to risk. A couple of months ago, Katrina came into his office as he was wrapping up a video call. She had leaned over his chair from behind, slid her arms over his shoulders and her hands moved unerringly down to his crotch. Thank god Mike, who had not yet disconnected, said hello to Katrina. They both froze, her hand stilling on his zipper. Luckily the camera had been set high enough that Mike could not see her hands. To him, it just looked like she was hugging Malcom from behind.
There was silence as she paused. He pictured her taking a deep breath and trying to smooth her expression. She recognized that
voice
and what it meant. He couldn't know that inside she smiled but he did know that she needed it as much as he did. When she was juggling too many things at work, she let it creep into the rest of her life. And her current state was the result. Malcom heard her heading back to him.
As she stepped into his office, he could see that she was already reacting to his voice. When Daddy was in control the timbre and pitch allowed Katrina to let go and sink into being Kitten. She no longer had to be in control. She was a successful independent woman who ran her event planning business with efficiency. But sometimes she needed to let go for a while. If he ever misread her mood and she wasn't up to playtime, she would simply say "pineapple". Her safe word would alert him and stop Daddy in his tracks. Malcolm would be back again. She stopped in front of his desk with her hands behind her back and looked at him from under her bangs.
"Kitten. What happened and why were you cursing a blue streak? We have discussed this before."
She blushed and bit her lip. "Steve Kramer happened. He was being a meanie about next week's gala. I told him where I thought he could stick his opinions. I got so mad I hung up on him and jumped up.
I forgot about my stupid headphones and knocked my coffee mug to the floor. It broke into a gazillion pieces. That got me more mad. I love that mug...'cause Daddy bought it for me at Disney! " And then she actually pouted.
He pushed his chair back from the desk and patted his lap. "Come here, sweet girl. Come sit on Daddy's lap." There were times that he was primal and demanding, but sometimes, a different approach was required. He loved both.
A sweet smile replaced her pout and she knew Daddy would fix it. She walked over to him, climbed into his lap, sitting sideways. Her head tucked under his chin. One of his hands rubbed her lower back in gentle circles and his other settled on her thighs.
"The mug can be replaced, baby. I will find it online and you'll have it back in your hands in no time."
She rarely did video calls for work, so she was in a cute Eeyore T-shirt and little pink panties. The dichotomy of a strong, self assured woman and this adorable kitten never ceased to amaze him. She often argued that she was more productive when she was comfortable, but he needed to be dressed to be in the right frame of mind to work. She teased him that he was stuffy, but it was said with love and it made him smile. As usual, he was in a pair of casual slacks and a button up shirt with several buttons open at his neck. She curled her upper body into him and pressed her nose into the opening at the top of his shirt. She had a habit of breathing his scent in deep when they were close and that turned him on.
They slipped into this so seamlessly and he knew he was the luckiest man on earth. The hand at her back slipped beneath her shirt and his other began rubbing her thighs. One of her hands moved up by her face. Her soft fingers caressed his skin and her nose nuzzled his throat. Getting more turned on, the hand on her thigh crept higher and higher and she began to squirm on his lap. This caused his cock to stiffen. She turned her head up to look at him with wide eyed innocence.
"Daddy, I'm feeling funny."
"Funny how, Kitten?"
"I'm feeling tingly down
