A serious businessman with a no-nonsense attitude, Craig doesn’t take shit from anyone and lives to make money. He’s successful at work and with women.
Mia
Mia is a sex-kitten who loves to be manhandled by her men. She’s a sensual woman who enjoys toying with her sex partners and being spanked.
I peek at him from the shadows. He looks tense, his hands hovering over his keyboard. He cracks his neck and the sound penetrates the thick silence. My nipples perk in anticipation. I can’t help but make my presence known.
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As I stared at the flashing cursor on the computer screen, I felt the muscles in my neck tighten. The time was ticking by and with every second, the deadline was growing near and I was getting farther from peace. I clenched and released my fists, hoping to relieve some of my pent-up tension. That’s what I heard her voice, like a single, delicate finger calling to me.
I peek at him from the shadows. He looks tense, his hands hovering over his keyboard. He cracks his neck and the sound penetrates the thick silence. My nipples perk in anticipation. I can’t help but make my presence known.
“Whatcha doing?” I ask in sultry tones.
“I’m working.”
He sounds tenser than I thought. My excitement dwindles slightly. “So I could really do with some quiet right about now, okay, Mia?”
The sound of my name on his lips reignites my desire. I giggled at his fruitless attempts to sound firm and in control. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and holding his hands steady over the keys. I stood frozen, waiting for his next move.
Without warning, he stands up, shoving the chair out from beneath him. I gasped, equal parts aroused and nervous. He moved quickly around the desk, approaching me with determined strides. I moved backward, pressing my body against the wall, bracing myself for contact.
He was upon me now and my voice caught in my throat.
“I didn’t mean to…”.
“Yes you did”, he cuts me off, his voice filled with venom as he inches closer. “You knew you were disturbing me, but you didn’t care. You wanted my attention, well, now you have it.”
He grabs my face roughly, tilting my chin upwards. His hard expression softens into a playful grin and I can’t help but curl my own lips into a playful smile. I hold my breath as his hand trails down my neck to my throat, tightening his grip. I lock my eyes with his, never wavering, as we share an intense, meaningful stare. I want to relent but not before toying with him first.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“You, Daddy.” My voice strains to escape my lips through his constricted hold. “I want you.”
“And what do you want from me?” He continues the game with a question he already knows the answer to.
So, I give him the answer he seeks. “I want you to fuck me like the whore I am.”
The word “whore” on my lips sends a flood of excitement through my veins. I love being his whore. I love the way he manhandles me. I hunger for it.
He releases his hold on me and my entire body relaxes against the wall. He looks me up and down. I can see a hint of amusement in his eyes, but he’d never let me know how pleased he is with my appearance. Instead, he pauses momentarily before stepping away to fetch some toys. My pussy throbs, wondering what fun he has in store this evening.
He returns within seconds, carrying a pink collar, leather lead, and a riding crop. I bite my lip and feel my nipples spring to life.
“Kneel for me.” He points to the floor and I happily obey, the carpet rough against my bare knees.
I look up at him, meeting his intense glare. His eyes are alive with desire and power. I bend my head, holding still as he secures my collar. His face is inches from mine and I resist the urge to press my lips against his. It’s not my place.
Before we both give in to our urges, he attaches the lead, giving it an aggressive tug. I crawl across the rough carpet as he leads me over to the desk. This is a game we’ve played so many times before. Once I got past feeling objectified, I started to really enjoy myself. Enjoyed being Peter’s pet.
With a single finger, he coaxes me to a standing position. I stand up, facing the desk, my back to him. I hold my breath, waiting patiently for his next move. I felt his presence behind me but the silence in the room was deafening. What was he waiting for? Against my better judgment, I spoke up.
“Daddy?”
“Oh, you couldn’t resist could you?” He says with a giggle, amused by my impulsivity. “My gorgeous doll,” he continues, “You might want to hold on to the edge of that desk. Daddy needs to punish you before you’re worthy of his cock. Understand?”
The playfulness is gone from his voice now and it’s been replaced with sternness.
I do as I’m told, bending slightly over the desk and gripping the hard, wooden edges. I feel a cool breeze cascade across my exposed ass cheeks. My short skirt slides up my soft skin, exposing the edges of my panties and bare flesh. Peter holds my lead tightly in one hand, his other rising up above me gripping the crop. I keep my head down, bracing for the impact but too wise to turn back and look at him.
I held my breath and was met by a firm smack on my bare bottom. I flinched slightly, gripping the desk tighter and biting my lip. The smack stung on my soft flesh, waves of pleasure surrounding my ass and settling between my legs.
“Another?” Peter’s word was more a statement than a question.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I held my body steady, accepting another firm blow to my ass. I pictured the flesh turning crimson beneath the leather crop. Peter reached beneath my body, yanking down my top, releasing my breasts onto the desk. The wood felt cool against my exposed nipples. He placed his hand on the small of my back, delivering another solid blow.
“More?” He was intoxicated with pleasure now, overcome with power and control.
“Yes, Daddy. Give me more.”
Peter continued to spank me with the crop, landing one intoxicating smack after another. The sound alone was enough to send my mind into a tizzy. He switched between hard, firm smacks and short, fast taps. As if my body was speaking to him, he delivered exactly what I needed. I felt the pleasure building in my stomach, sliding up through my chest and into my throat. I bit my lip, refusing to let a single whimper escape my lips.
My pussy lips tingled and my clit throbbed as he spanked me into a fury of overwhelming pleasure and pain.
“Come for Daddy,” he directed, the hand on my lower back gripping tighter, steadying me against his blows.
At that moment, my body exploded in a fury of ecstasy. My legs shook violently as my cunt opened, releasing a flood of warm, thick cream into my panties. I felt the liquid sliding down my inner thighs as my breathing slowed and I eased my body onto the desk, relishing in the intensity of another climax at the hands of my Daddy.
As I stared at the flashing cursor on the computer screen, I felt the muscles in my neck tighten. The time was ticking by and with every second, the deadline was growing near and I was getting farther from peace. I clenched and released my fists, hoping to relieve some of my pent-up tension. That’s what I heard her voice, like a single, delicate finger calling to me.
“Whatcha doing?”
I couldn’t see her, but her presence was everywhere. I was equal parts irritated by the disruption and aroused. My trousers tightened around the bulge in my pants.
“I’m working”, I growled through clenched teeth. “So, I could really do with some quiet right about now, okay, Mia?”
I wasn’t asking. I was demanding. I knew her games and I knew she’d try to test me if I didn’t stand firm. I needed peace and quiet, not her childish antics. Not tonight. Her giggle floated through the air, filling my ears. My breath momentarily caught in my throat.
I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself and, once again, refocus my attention. My hands hovered over the keyboard and I knew what I needed was much more physical. I pushed the desk chair back abruptly. I sensed Mia flinch at my sudden movement and felt a twinge of excitement. I saw her moving in the shadows and recognized that playful, teasing smirk anywhere.
I moved quickly in her direction, not wanting her to get too far. She quickened her step, but not before I pinned her aggressively against the wall. She giggled in delight, biting her lip. Her eyes were alive with mischief. I grabbed the crux of her elbow and she raised her chin in my direction.
“I didn’t mean to…”.
I cut her off before she could finish her half-ass apology.
“Yes, you did”, I hissed, my mouth just inches from hers. “You knew you were disturbing me, but you didn’t care. You wanted my attention, and now you have it.”
The tighter I gripped her skin, the more aroused I became. My cock was straining against my pants, pressing into Mia’s flesh. I rubbed her cheek with the outside of my hand, letting my fingers trail down to her neck. I knew what she wanted and had been fantasizing about it all evening, secretly willing her to interrupt me.
I wrapped my long fingers around her throat, gripping just tight enough to feel her hot saliva sliding down her taut skin. We locked eyes as a playful grin swept across her face. Her eyes widened as her body slipped into a state of euphoria between pleasure and agony.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded, already knowing the answer.
“You, Daddy”, she whispered, her voice vibrating against my hand, which was still tightly gripping her throat. “I want you.”
I knew she did, but hearing the words sent a rush of pleasure through my veins.
“And what do you want from me?” I couldn’t keep the playfulness from my voice.
“I want you to fuck me like the whore I am.”
My cock throbbed at her statement. She was my whore and I was gonna punish her until she begged for me to stop.
I released my hold on her. It was time for the toys. I looked her up and down, salivating over her delicious body. I left her standing there, waiting and watching, as I retrieved my favorite accessories from the desk. Tonight seemed fitting for a gorgeous pink collar, leather lead, and crop. I gently patted the crop against my hand. It was perfectly worn in and ready to deliver the spanking of Mia’s life.
I walked back over to where she stood, squirming in place. I imagined the thick, clear cream gathering along her folds. Her clit swollen with anticipation. I licked my lips, yearning to taste her.
“Kneel for me”, I commanded and she obeyed.
Mia scrambled to her knees, looking up at me like an obedient puppy dog. How fitting, I thought as I secured the pink collar around her neck. I leaned down, fastening the buckle and feeling Mia’s warm breath on my face. The tension between us was palpable. I gave the collar a firm tug before attaching the lead. A final symbol of my control over Mia. She loved nothing more than being my sex slave.
I started to walk toward the desk, Mia obediently crawling behind me, the lead secure in my hand. When we reached the edge of my desk, I pulled up on it, bringing Mia to her feet. She stood with her back to me, her firm, round ass perfectly aligned with my crotch. I pressed my erection into her ass, pulling her hips into my bulge.
“Daddy?”
She was eager.
“Oh, you couldn’t resist, could you?” I was amused by her desperation. “My gorgeous doll, you might want to hold on to the edge of that desk. Daddy needs to punish you for you’re worthy of his cock. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She knew her place.
Mia obeyed, grabbing hold of the desk and bending over. My eyes were glued to her bottom as her skirt slowly inched up her soft flesh, revealing red lace panties. My cock throbbed and twitched uncontrollably and I took a deep breath, regaining my composure. I gripped her lead tighter with one hand, raising the crop with the other. With two, fluid swipes, the soft leather made contact with her flesh, causing her muscular toosh to ripple. Her muscles clenched as she tightened her grip on the desk.
I delivered another, more forceful smack and Mia flinched. I imagined her perfect tits bouncing beneath her tiny frame.
“Another?” I asked menacingly.
“Yes, Daddy.” Mia was clearly distraught, yearning for more. I imagined her sweet pussy dripping with anticipation.
I held the crop tighter, delivering one solid blow after another. I switched between hard smacks and gentle taps, bringing her closer to the brink of pleasure. Her flesh was almost as red as her panties and I resisted the urge to kiss it. I reached beneath her, easily unleashing her gorgeous tits from her blouse. They flopped loosely onto the desk, her nipples grazing the cold wooden surface.
“More?”
“Yes, Daddy. Give me more.” The urgency in her voice only excited me more.
The sound of the crop on Mia’s flesh reverberated through the room and my body. I loved abusing her ass in a way that only I knew how. Mia began to wiggle on the surface of the desk, rubbing her nipples on the wood and pressing her crotch against the firm edge. With one more slap, her entire body shook violently, erupting into a long, gut-wrenching orgasm. She released her warm cream in silence, knowing better than to speak.
My eyes were fixated on every muscle and curve of her gorgeous frame. Her breathing became shallow as she descended from her high, resting her body gently against the desk and letting out a satisfied sigh. I traced the lines of her ass with the tip of the crop, contemplating how to torture and tease her next.
