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Fog swirled in your head, which right about now felt too heavy to move, unwillingly you practically whimpered and shifted. Whatever you were laying on felt cold and hard. As your senses came back to you the scent of cigarettes tickled your nose. The expensive kind, the same kind Easterman smokes.
You whimpered again, pushing yourself up and blinking open your heavy eyes. It only took a beat for your mind to process the familiar office, even in the dim lighting. “You’re up.” That smooth voice sent a jolt up your spine, your head whipped around and from your spot on the floor you looked up at Easterman’s desk then at Easterman.
Sharp shadows cut across his face, gray smoke wafted from between his lips. Which were pulled up in the barest suggestion of a pleased look. Your body warmed, prickling between your legs already at the idea he was pleased to see you.
He blinked down at you once before frowning, hand lowering to rest against the desk top and you realized you were staring at him like an idiot. “Ah-I-..” You stuttered and tried to get up but his expression grew sharp in a scowl “Don’t get up. I didn’t say you could.” You immediately sunk back down to the floor and stared at him again as Easterman seemed to calm down and suck on the end of the cigarette.
He hummed shortly before speaking in that smooth, praising tone “Good girl.” You could already feel a dampness between your thighs, lower stomach tightening. The director kept talking “You’ve been pleasing me. Passing your trials damn near perfectly, my perfect little how-high.” The praise just made you dizzy and you slumped back a little.
Your body betrayed your excitement, thighs pressing together and hips shifting, rubbing yourself through your bottoms. Now Easterman looked down at you, hiding his surprise behind another drag of his cigarette. He knew how you got around him, sure, but even this was so quick it bordered on ridiculous. He hadn’t said more than three things so far and you were already masturbating.
“Quit that.” Easterman sighed, the cigarette was mostly gone by now so he snuffed it out in his already overflowing ashtray. You eyed those long, slender fingers of his… damn near drooling at what he could possibly do with those. But he pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut for just a second. “It hasn’t been more than five minutes. Are you this perverted?” It was rhetorical, you both knew the answer.
Pushing away from his desk he patted his lap expectantly, like you were some sort of dog to him “Come here.” With your heart leaping in your chest you almost stood again but Easterman glared at you. His voice was firm “Crawl.” What? Were you gonna say no? It was soaking between your thighs as you obeyed, looking up at him through your eye lashes as you crawled around his desk.
Easterman moved back and motioned for you to crawl underneath the desk, which took no convincing. When the older man positioned himself correctly against his desk again your eyes were glued to his groin, hoping to see any hint of excitement, any outline of the cock contained in his slacks.
Easterman ran his tongue over his lips as he thought of what to do with you now. He enjoyed the attention, it was dirtier than anything Irene was willing to do. Fuck did he miss Irene… before he could ruminate about his ex-wife more you practically shoved your face between his legs.
You were uncontrolled. Easterman frowned and gripped your hair, pulling you back from him and scolding “Bad girl. Daddy didn’t tell you to touch him yet. Did he?” His grip wasn’t soft, pulling at your scalp almost until tears pricked in your eyes. When he spoke next he huffed slightly “Be good now and take your pants and underwear off.”
Feeling your body heat up, flames stoked by anticipation, your hands trembled as you slid out of your clothes. Kicking them off you looked up at Easterman, who was studying you now. Eventually he slid his shoe between your thighs. Italian leather, it looked recently shined even in the low light.
The sound of Easterman shuffling papers around on his desk drew your eyes back to him. He looked unbothered while you burned with lust. While he had put his foot between your legs you actually weren’t being touched just yet. Kneeling on your knees your soaked folds were hovering just above his shoe, if you lowered yourself a little you could grind against him… against your daddy. Heaven was just out of reach, you had been trained to ask before you do anything in the bedroom and despite how your heart screamed against your ribcage to just lower your hips and take that pleasure you held it back and looked up at Easterman instead.
“Daddy…” Your bottom lip trembled as he picked a pen up and didn’t even glance at you. “No.” It was firm and final, only making your desire flair, but by now it was turning into an ache. You watched, helpless as he started doing paperwork and ignoring you.
After five minutes you were on the verge of whining. You hadn’t gotten any dryer and it was dripping down the sides of your inner thigh and getting on his shoe. The sight of it made your hips roll helplessly in the air, seeking friction desperately. Easterman spoke, a hint of amusement barely in his tone “You’re making a mess.” He lifted his shoe, pressing it against your clit.
That drew out a helpless whimper from the back of your throat. This time Easterman reached down and pet your hair; right where he was pulling it earlier. It soothed the ache he left and you leaned into his palm. “Good dog.” Your hips moved to press itself down and he pulled his shoe away again. “No. Listen to daddy.” He scolded lightly “Show me how well you obey, can’t you be an obedient little puppy?” He inquired, getting a feverish nod from you “Yes daddy! I can be good! I can be a good puppy..!”
The pressure returned against your body, which was trembling by now, and he let a pause drag out. The pressure against you felt nice but there was no friction, none of that heavenly pleasure to bloom in your head. Just as you were about to start begging he rubbed his thumb over your hair “You can grind now, puppy.”
He pulled his hand away as you melted against his leg, wrapping your arms around his leg and pressing your cunt against his shoe. Panting by now you moaned and whined as the friction filled your body, humping away at Easterman’s shoe like a bitch in heat.
Easterman was hard by now, rubbing himself through his pants as he watched the desperate show you were putting on for him. Every time he praised you the whine that left you became more pathetic, as you seemed to get closer Easterman palmed himself a little harder and groaned softly “Bark for daddy when you finish.” The heat of the moment was making Easterman say things he usually wouldn’t, but you seemed to enjoy the command. Eyes rolling back with a brainless expression as your hips came down harder, rolling back and forth as small barks poured out of you. Each getting more strained as the pleasure builds in your stomach, tightening into a heated knot, a few more grinds of your hips and a broken half-bark of “Daddy…!” before you finished hard against the leather of his shoes.
Easterman shivered just slightly as he watched your flickering expression of bliss. You would really do anything he asked, no matter how degrading. That almost made him finish as well but he dragged his hand away from himself and pet you again. “Good, good girl.”