Her mouth twists. “Would it even matter if I did?”
Again with the talking back.
I grip the collar, pulling it until it constricts around her throat. “I’m not trying to break you.Yet. So, I’ll ask you again. Do you remember your safe word?”
She nods, her lips quivering.
“Good girl,” I praise as I untie her wrists. I use the rope to loop through her collar before giving it a testing pull.
“You can’t stand, but you can crawl,” I say as I tower over her.
She’s quiet for a moment before she places her hands on the floor. “This is humiliating.”
I crouch down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s just us. You look so beautiful, Sunshine.”
She likes my praise. I’ve noticed that she definitely has a kink she was unaware of until me. Anytime I commend her obedience, she squirms.
“Come on,” I command as I tug on her leash. Her cheeks turn a rosy shade as she crawls behind me. I walk across the hall and bring her to my office. I’m careful not to drag her along after me. She’s tired, and I don’t want her tapping out before the real fun starts.
I sit down in the chair behind my desk before I pull her blindfold up and point to the ground at my feet. “Sit. You’re going to watch me clean this up and work. I’ll leave the stickers for you to scrape off later.”
She mutters under her breath as she kneels with her legs folded beneath her thighs. I give her a warning look, and her mouth slams shut.
The keyboard is first. I grab a nearby trash can and dump the glitter into it, then scoop handfuls of the sparkly dust into the bin. Addison watches me, shifting subtly as if I don’t notice her need.
But I ignore her as I clean up my desk the best I can. Once it’s presentable, I open the shared document and begin skimming over hit reports. The whole time, Addison’s eyes burn into the side of my head.
Her hands are placed over her thighs as her fingers strum in boredom. This must be eating her alive. She’s wound up tightly, and now she’s forced to sit still as she watches me flick through my work. Her core is soaked and dripping down her supple thighs. It’s taking everything in me not to say fuck it, shove her to the ground, and bury my face in her cunt.
“Can I speak?” She asks quietly.
“Hmm?”
“May. I. Speak?” She asks slowly, attitude seeping into her request.
“Depends on what’s about to come out of that mouth.” I chide.
She humphs. “I’m bored. Am I supposed to just sit here?”
I shrug. “I’m sure you can find something to entertain yourself with.”
She quirks a brow before lifting her hand and sliding it along the outer side of my thigh. “Can I do anything?”
My cock twitches painfully against my zipper at her sultry tone. “As long as it doesn’t involve more glitter, then yes.”
“Can I move?” She asks, batting her long lashes at me. “Please, Row Row?”
I hide my amusement at the nickname with a sigh. “Sure.”
She crawls towards me, a hunger glinting in her eyes as she positions herself between my feet. She’s under the desk, and obscured from view as I tap on the keyboard, but I become painfully aware of her plan as her hands slide up my thighs before stopping at the waistband of my jeans.
I snatch the hair at the nape of her neck quickly, causing her to hiss as I angle her head up to me. Her hands stop as her fingers grip my jean-clad thighs.
I tut. “While that mouth does a wonderful job at staying full, I have a better idea.”
Her eyes narrow.
“You want to cum?” I ask.
