I stare at the screen, the cursor flashing, silently mocking me for my lack of words. How can one tiny line cause me so much anxiety? Removing my fingers from the keyboard, I rest my elbows on the stark white desk, laying my forehead in my hands. I sigh, shaking my head. I spent most of my work day playing out scenes, dialogue, and characters, counting down until the moment I could bring them to life. Now sitting here, my mind is blank. Every sentence seems odd, every word void of meaning. I decide it is time to call it a night..with my head still resting in my hands, I hear the door to my room creak open. I raise my head up, and glimpse you through slit fingers..my Sir.
“What are you working on tonight Baby Girl?” You ask, stepping through the threshold.
“Apparently nothing” I huff, pointing to the blank screen, cursor still blinking its disapproval at me.
You ease in behind me, my small white chair a perfect match to my Ikea desk. I feel the warmth of your hands as they rest on my shoulders, fingers gently pressing in to my skin.
“Your words will come, they always do” I hear you say reassuringly.
I shake my head, unable to get past my inability to turn my words into creation tonight. You spin me around in my chair to face you, kneeling so we are eye to eye. You put your hands on my thighs, and can feel the tension that is singing through my body.
“You need to relax Baby Girl, you’re too tense” You grin at me, eyes holding a mischievous gleam.
Before I could react, you are pushing my skirt up, pulling me further down in my chair. You kiss your way up my inner thighs, taking your time, drawing long wet lines. With your head now under the skirt, your mouth so close to my lips, I can feel your hot breath against them. I hold my breath, waiting for you to close that distance. Then you are biting my inner thigh, that spot just below my lips. I have to grab the arms of the chair, my lower half raising off the seat, head going back, eyes closing.
I hear you laugh softly from under my pastel pink skirt. You love to mark me.
You stand, moving to my desk. I look at you, not quite following your movements. My mind is always a little cloudy after one of your markings. I hear your footsteps moving from my desk to the couch sitting at the opposite wall. Back and forth..moving my stack of papers and books from my desk.
You take my hand and lead me to the edge of the desk, removing my skirt and sheer white blouse. Laying me down over the desk, you kneel in front of me, spreading my legs.
“I think kitty wants to be kissed”
Voice barely audible, I whisper “Yes Daddy… please”
You stare up over my body as you lower your head. You start with long slow strokes, tongue moving with expert precision. My moans escape my lips. You place your mouth over my clit and start to kiss me. You kiss my lips like you kiss my mouth. Long, slow, and deep. My eyes close, back arching. You pull away.
“Baby girl, look at me”
I obey, and look at you down the length of my body. I watch as you devour me. Every lick, every kiss, you perform with ease and expertise. It isn’t long until I feel that all too familiar pressure building deep inside me. There will be no games tonight.
“I’m close Daddy, can I cum?”
For once, you do not make me repeat myself.
“Cum for me Baby Girl, cum hard.”
The orgasm hits me and my body arches off the desk. The only thing keeping me on it, and not falling to the floor, is your mouth still on me.
I fall to the desk, body limp, all tension draining from me. You stand eyes wild. I can feel your need thrumming off you in waves. My body tightens with the thought of what is to come next.
You strip down, and rope appears in your hand. You tie my hands together and secure the rope under the desk. I instinctively tug on it, not really wanting to get free. Your hands grip my hips, getting a better angle. You have to work at getting your cock inside me. You flex back and forth, until you are sheathed in me completely. You lean down and kiss me, your manhood throbbing inside me, making me squirm. You start at a steady tempo, making sure to fill every inch of me, agonizingly slow. Your pace increases and you catch your rhythm. I turn my head to the side, trying to delay the next orgasm. My laptop is still on, open to my blank page, cursor still blinking. It is blinking to the rhythm of our bodies now. As I stare at the screen, I can see them. I can see the words flowing from me in to the screen. Every word, every sentence, building with our rhythm, gaining momentum as our bodies gain momentum. I look back at you frantic as another orgasm starts to build. Turning my head back to the screen, I see it. My story..completed. Everything that I had been trying to put to words, there on the screen in my minds eye..finished. That is when the building pressure between my legs brought me back to us..getting ever so close to the surface..waiting to be released.
“Daddy..” I say to you, voice breathy.
You must hear the struggle and need in me. You wrap your hand around the base of my throat and squeeze. My body spasms, and you squeeze harder, knowing how much pressure I like.
“Cum” You command, so much power in that one word. I can not help but obey.
Your release slams in to me, and my body is rocked by wave after wave of orgasms. You collapse on top of me, our breathing heavy,as you untie my wrists. I wrap myself around you, kissing your neck. You stand up, taking me with you.
“Looks like we need to get cleaned up..” You say with a chuckle. I nod my head in agreement, not able to form words yet. You walk us into our tiled bathroom, and turn our waterfall shower head on, making sure the water is warm before stepping us in. I feel you harden against my body, look down and find you erect once more. You set me down and face me to the wall..body pressed firmly against it.
“Ready for round 2 Baby Girl….”