"Ok, then we can play?" I asked, putting my dishes away.
"Maybe, I'll still have some paperwork though," he drained the rest of his coffee, put the cup in the dishwasher, and headed to his office. I grinned, sneakily following behind him. My lacy socks made it easy to creep down the hall after him and I slipped in the door. He was now on the call and I came to kneel before him. He glanced down and gave me a little smile, still talking on the phone, clearly a little confused as to my presence. I reached up and fiddled with the button on his pants, his eyes narrowing slightly. Before he could stop me I unfastened the zipper and pulled down his underwear so that his cock lay in my hands.
His voice faltered on the call as I began to jerk him off, him growing long and hard in my hands. I smiled devilishly as I took him in my mouth, him stuttering on the line again. I moved faster, tasting him as I moved my tongue in circles around his tip, focusing on the sensitive underside. He let out a soft groan, pulling the mouthpiece away from his face.
"Kitten, stop that. I can't focus," he reached to pull me away but I quickly deep throated him, earning another groan. I heard a sales associate ask if he was alright through the call and sucked harder, making it difficult for him to confirm that he was indeed alright. I felt him growing larger in my mouth, precum beginning to leak down my throat and gazed up at him, Daddy sweating slightly and fighting to stay composed. I quickly pulled away, remembering his technique for punishing me and grinned evilly. His expression was one of shock and frustration, his cock quivering, ready to deliver a hot load. The call continued, his tone now dark and brooding. I made sure to taste him a few times, keeping him on the edge, knowing that both his hands were occupied with a phone and note taking. The fear that the call would soon end slowly rose on the horizon, a final tone resounding in his voice. With a last few teases I scrambled away, him saying goodbye and hanging up. I leaned on the edge of the desk, my expression now emotionless.
"What did you think you were doing?" He asked, standing up so that he towered over me. He put away his papers, clearing his desk, his long hard cock bobbing slightly. Suddenly a hand clamped down on my arm and he was kissing me. I realized that I was now on the desk as my legs were shoved open and his cock into me. I let out a gasp, lucky that I had been so wet from blowing him, and clutched the edge of the desk tightly. He rammed in and out of me, bringing me nearly to an orgasm and letting out a load. But he pulled out before I could cum, leaving me writhing and hungry on his desk. I had been so close and he so cruel.
He lifted my chin with a hand. "I am your master, your daddy. You will respect me. None of these shenanigans again," his tone was cold and foreboding. A tiny object slid into my drenched pussy, and my underwear was resituated. He matched my devilish grin from earlier and pulled my underwear back into place. "Let's see, I have some time. Why don't we go for a walk around town?"
We strolled down a park path in the middle of a small town to the west of the manor. Daddy's arm held the small of my back as we walked, slowing at the sight of a bookstore. Without a word spoken we headed inside, me loving books and him knowing this very well. I reached up to a shelf, him lagging behind at the entrance, and suddenly a warm buzzing feeling flooded my nether regions. I jerked down off of my tippy toes and glanced over at him. He smiled innocently as I continued to browse the book shop, trying my best to concentrate. I swiftly pulled a Lovecraftian horror novel off of the shelf and looked up at him for approval. I loved H. P. Lovecraft but was afraid that I wouldn't be allowed to read it. He simply nodded and walked me over to the checkout, handing me a bill.
