Daddy’s Orders Part 4 [m/f] [BDSM]

Her phone buzzes on her desk.

Her butterflies flit around her stomach. Daddy knows her work schedule. He knows she’s almost due her break.

She forces herself to finish up an email and hit send before she flips it over.

Daddy: Make sure you tell me when your break starts. I have a task for you.

Her: Of course daddy

Warmth floods her body as she wonders what he’ll have her do. The minutes seem to drip by with increasing slowness, but then suddenly, miraculously, she’s free.

Her: I’m on my break now daddy.

A brief pause. Then he responds.

Daddy: Good girl. I want you to go and find a bathroom and lock yourself in one of the stalls. Can you do that?

Her: Yes daddy. Am I allowed to know what you want me to do yet?

Daddy: Patience baby

She moves quickly through the quiet corridors, her heart beating fast. She’s glad she hasn’t bumped into any colleges; she can’t hide the open lust in her eyes. Daddy might not be telling, but she thinks she might know what he wants.

She takes a right, pushing through the door. And breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that the stalls are all empty. She locks herself in a cubicle and texts Daddy that she’s ready.

Daddy: Good girl. Now strip completely, and show me when you’re done.

She swallows, nerves tangling with the anticipation, heightening it. Her pussy twitches.

She does as she’s told, stripping and sending Daddy a picture. Her bare skin gleams under the lights, boobs full, nipples hard, stomach toned, hips curving into thighs that just barely showed in the picture. Her pussy lips showed, blushing-pink and swollen with arousal, juxtaposed by pale, shaven skin.

Daddy: Look at that body… you’re gorgeous.

Daddy sends her a picture in return. He’s in their bathroom, in front of the mirror. Her eyes trace his body, those strong arms and shoulders, over his chest, his stomach, down to his cock. Which he’s gripping in his hand. Precum gleams in the light, covering his tip, leaking down his shaft. If she were there she’d be licking it up right now. God, she aches for him.

Daddy: Baby? I seem to have left you lost for words.

She types out a response with unsteady fingers.

Her: I need you daddy, so much.

Daddy: I know baby. I bet you’re so wet for me right now, aren’t you?

She is.

Her: I am daddy

Daddy: Well why don’t you do something about it? Stroke that clit, then fuck yourself for me. I want you to cum at least once before you have to go. Ok?

Her: But what if someone comes in?

Daddy: Then you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you? Or everyone will know what a little slut you are, because if someone comes in, you aren’t allowed to stop.

Her heart beats harder in her chest. Her pupils are dark and wide at the thought of being caught.

Her hand slides down her body. She parts her lips with her fingers and she starts to stroke herself. She circles her clit slowly, with the lightest of pressure, imagining its Daddy teasing her instead. Her fingers quicken as she thinks of his tongue, the destruction it can wreck. The roughness and warmth and hunger with which he devours her.

She sends Daddy a video of her following his orders.

A moment later she gets one back: Daddy stroking himself fast and hard to her.

Her lips part in a silent moan. She slips a finger inside, exploring her warm, wet walls. She thrusts it deeper and curls her finger, stroking her g-spot, then slides another inside. She fucks herself slowly at first, then speeds up to match Daddy’s pace. Her palm slaps her clit, sending spikes of pleasure up her body, and her core tightens rapidly. The sounds of flesh on flesh seem so loud in the echoing space, but it doesn’t stop her. She imagines Daddy fucking her roughly with his cock, stretching her pussy far more than her fingers possibly could. Her pussy convulses tighter and tighter around her fingers and she slumps forward, placing her phone down before she puts a hand against the wall for support. Her body is so tense, her skin burns. She trembles almost imperceptibly.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream and she cums, shaking. She holds still until the aftershocks retreat, then pulls her fingers from herself. There’s a wet, sucking sound, like her pussy is trying desperately to keep them in. Her fingers are a mess, covered in her cum, and when she lifts them to inspect them, a bead of white, creamy wetness runs down them.

She sends Daddy a picture of them, and then of her flushed and dazed expression, then sucks them clean.

Daddy: You’re such a good girl. Now get dressed, and take a second before you go back to your desk. I don’t think your colleagues could ignore an expression like that

Her: Ok daddy.

And then:

I can’t wait to be home

She dressew slowly, with trembling hands. Flinches as the bathroom door slams open and someone else enters, shutting themselves in a stall.

Daddy: I can’t wait either, baby. I have a surprise for you when you get in

Her: You do?

She exits her stall cautiously, examining her face in the mirrors as she stands at the sinks, washing her hands. She splashes cold water on her face in a futile attempt to cool her burning cheeks. Fortunately, her expression is almost normal now, so when her colleague joins her at the sinks she looks as though nothing much is amiss. Her phone buzzes in her pocket as she dries her hands. She waits until she’s back at her desk to check it.

It’s a picture of her collar and leash on the bed. Other things lay next to them, but Daddy has deliberately blurred them.

This isn’t helping her blush.

Daddy: Have fun with the rest of your shift baby. Then you can have fun with me.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sovnx3/daddys_orders_part_4_mf_bdsm