Fuck.
You see what you do to me, baby?
I’m supposed to be discussing freight routes and I’m sitting here hard under the table because my girl is in white lace with Daddy’s handwriting on the tag.
Lord of Villain. You’re being very unprofessional.
I am being extremely professional.
I professionally selected, purchased, and labelled two weeks’ worth of things to wrap around my sub’s pretty pussy.
Now I’m professionally enjoying the return on investment.
Language.
You’re in my underwear.
I get to use my words.
Now zoom in on your face and send me one more.
I want to see the look you get when you’re following orders and you know I like it.
I did it. Close crop, just my face and the open collar of his shirt. Send.
The reply took a fraction longer, which meant I’d probably just made some poor Crow analyst very uncomfortable while Vince“checked something”under the table.
That’s it.
That’s Daddy’s good girl.
Sweet, a little shy, already thinking about later.
I should make you touch yourself in that set just to hear you beg.
You said I had tasks.
Water.
Food.
Walking around my manicured prison.
I did.
Because I’m a responsible dom.
I’m also a greedy one.
So here’s the compromise:
You do your list first.
All of it.
You send Daddy proof of breakfast.
Then tonight when you’re in bed and this set is still on and no one else has seen it, we’ll discuss how much you’re allowed to touch.
