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You take a shaky breath and raise a hand to knock on the door of his home office, feeling bad for interrupting his work, but remembering the words he often repeats, always telling you that you are more important than work, and to come to him if you need anything.
You hear his smooth voice call from inside, telling you to come in, so you crack the door open and peek through. He had swiveled his chair around to face the door, greeting you with a warm smile, which turns to a concerned frown when he sees your nervous demeanor.
“What’s wrong, love?” He queries, as he gestures to you to enter the room. You enter and shut the door softly behind you, even though it doesn’t really matter, no one else lives here. You turn back to face him and clasp your hands anxiously in front of you, not looking directly at him, as you walk further into the room towards him.
He holds out his hands to you as you get closer, reaching out to gently grasp your nervously fiddling ones, lightly tugging them apart to hold in his warm larger grasp, giving an affectionate squeeze.
“What’s on your mind, baby? What do you need?” He prods gently, leaning forward slightly to try to catch your eye, not forcing it though. You glance towards his face, not making direct eye contact, you stare at his mouth instead, but it’s close enough for him. He smiles at you warmly, tugging you a step closer with his grip on your hands, till you're standing just between his spread knees.
You flick your eyes to his for a moment, then lower them to his mouth again, taking a breath to speak. “I don’t know, I was fine, but then I started to get… Sad, I guess? And then I wanted to be with you, but I didn’t want to interrupt your work, but then I remembered you always tell me to interrupt if I need you, and I needed you, so I came to see you. But then I got anxious about being a bother…“ Your eyes trail down to his chest as you go on speaking, “But I reminded yourself how you always tell me I’m never a bother, so I finally knocked to come in, and, here we are…” He lets you ramble freely without interruption, smiling at you with a soft, warm look the whole time.
He squeezes your hands again once he’s sure you're done speaking, before responding, “Well, I’m glad you came to me, and I’m very proud of you, baby,” You smile a little at hearing him say that, “What do you need from me? Do you need me to take a break and come be with you for a while?” You know he’d do it in a heartbeat if you asked, but you already had something else in mind.
You shake your head gently and glance back towards his face, holding eye contact for a moment before visually retreating to the comfortable area of his mouth. You take one of your hands from his, and point towards the area under his large desk, his gaze follows your motion with a widening smile. The rather open space underneath is mostly taken up by a large, very cushy, soft looking, dog bed. There is a string of small fairy lights strung up along the wall underneath, and hung among the lights, are a variety of Polaroid pictures of you both, some together, some individual. Some are simple cute moments from dates, or adventures, and some are… Rather more explicit, private moments of pleasure, captured forever.
“I was thinking maybe I could just lie on my bed under your desk while you work? If that would be okay… That way, I can be with you, but you can still get your work done.” You say hopefully, looking back at his eyes, able to hold his gaze a little longer this time. He brings your hand still in his grip to his lips, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the inside of your wrist, staring up at you with a heated gaze, before letting his eyes slip closed in almost divine rapture. Your heart pounds at the affection he so obviously displays. He pulls back after a few moments and opens his eyes again, looking up at you warmly.
“I think that’s a lovely idea, sweetheart. You want to turn your lights on? Or keep it darker under there?”
“Uhm… Lights on, I think.” You answer almost shyly. He nods, then lightly pulls your hand in the direction of his desk, urging you to go under. You start to move that way, but he suddenly tugs you back towards him, empty hand reaching up to grasp the back of your neck, pulling you down towards him for a long kiss. You sigh into his mouth, making him let out a small groan against your lips. Begrudgingly, he pulls away after a few moments, giving you one final quick peck, before smiling up at you again and urging you under the desk a final time. You kneel by his side, and crawl your way under, pausing to switch on your lights, before making your way into your soft bed to curl up.
He leans down to tell you, “I have a video meeting in a little while, so you’ll need to be a good puppy and be very quiet during that, alright pet?”
You nod back, saying a quiet “Yes Sir, I understand. I’ll be quiet.” He gives you one final smile and a pat on the head, before sitting back up and scooting his chair in, tucking his shoes under the edge of your bed, so he is as close to you as he can be. You smile softly and tuck yourself against his legs, resting your hand on one of his ankles, before closing your eyes, and eventually dozing off to the sound of his typing and clicking.
You stir to the sound of his voice a while later, drowsily coming out of your nap as you realize his meeting must have started. You stretch your limbs, before nuzzling your way back close to him, nosing against his pant leg and wrapping your hand back around his ankle. You feel his toe wiggle slightly under the edge of your bed in acknowledgment, making you smile into the fabric of his pants that your face is pressed to. You don’t bother trying to listen to the conversation, you can only hear his side, and you wouldn’t understand it anyways, probably budgets or something.
You lay there quietly for a while, listening to the smooth timbre of his voice, hoping to be lulled back to sleep by it, but you are hopelessly awake now. You try to be patient and wait quietly, looking at the wall with your pictures on it, but seeing the more erotic ones just kindles a small fire in your core, so you turn away and snuggle your face against his leg again and try to ignore it. You're not able to though, and you soon find yourself distracted by the warmth of his leg against your face through his pants. You find yourself wanting to feel more of him, you can feel the heat building between your legs just from his faint scent and the slight touch you have of him. You know you should be good and not disturb him, not when he was so accommodating and let you lay here… But you want his attention, want to touch him more, to make him feel good.
You start with a light squeeze to his ankle. He does a small wiggle of his toe in return. You remain still for a minute, then squeeze again. He wiggles again. You go still again. This time, you slip your hand under the hem of his perfectly pressed dress pants, pulling his black sock down, and trailing your fingertips over his now exposed ankle. You hear him let out an affectionately exasperated sigh under his breath above you, making you grin. You stay like that for a while, just caressing his skin, before you get bored and want more. You take the leg of his pants, and start slowly sliding it up, until his lower calf is exposed. You lean in, and press a lingering kiss to his skin, then open your mouth, and graze your teeth over the spot you’d kissed, not biting, just teasing.
He lightly bumps his leg into you, and waves his hand at you under the table, silently telling you to cut it out, so you settle back on your side, returning to just caressing his ankle with your fingertips, which he accepts.
You get bored again quickly though, you just want to show him how much you appreciate him, what’s so wrong with that? You stretch again, then shift around till you’re kneeling under the desk, in front of his slightly opened legs, clad in expensive dress pants. You don’t quite get why he wears a full work-attire suit and glossy black shoes on days he works from home (something about it helping him get into the work mindset, and appearing professional in meetings, he’s said previously. You don’t see why the pants and shoes are necessary for that though). You're not about to start complaining, you love how he looks dressed like this.
You lean forward and rest your chin on his knee, wanting to whine at him, but knowing that would be going too far, so you settle with just sitting there quietly for a few minutes, hoping the increased contact will settle you down. It doesn’t, it only makes your desire for him grow. You know you shouldn’t be so troublesome, but you can’t help it, he just gets you so riled up. You just want to touch him a little, what’s the harm in that? Your eyes trace over what little of his body you can see, taking in the way his perfectly tailored dress shirt hugs his body, your trailing eyes eventually coming to settle on his crotch, not able to see anything, but knowing what’s underneath. Your mouth waters at the thought, and you get an idea.
With your mind set, you bring both hands up, and place one on each of his knees. Then, you slowly push them apart, and start shuffling your way between them. You can feel him tense under your grip, but you ignore it and push onwards. You finally get his legs open wide enough that you can reach your goal, and, without hesitation, you press your face against the fabric covering his crotch and nuzzle against his hidden cock, inhaling deeply. You barely notice the cough he lets out from above you, followed by an apology to his employees. You're too wrapped up in the almost drunk feeling of getting such a deep hit of his scent. God, you really are a dog.
You slide your hands from his knees, up the length of his thighs, your right hand settling in to grip his left thigh about halfway up, the other traveling higher, coming to a stop to grasp his right hip, thumb tucked under his belt. You shudder as you’re briefly flooded with memories of what that belt has done to you.
You nuzzle your face against his cock more firmly, before opening your mouth and exhaling over it, hoping he can feel the heat from your breath through the layers. You think he can, you feel his thigh twitch under your hand. You smile to yourself, then lean in, pressing a kiss to your hidden goal. He coughs again, louder this time. You ignore him and proceed, now spreading your lips, mouthing at him through the layers of his clothes. You feel him tense under your grasp again, and suddenly his hand is gripping yours where it rests on his thigh, squeezing warningly.
So naturally, you turn your head, trailing kisses from his crotch, across his thigh, jumping to his wrist and continuing your path of kisses. You go down his hand, where you twist yours in his grip and use it to position his how you want him, so you can then easily slide his two middle fingers into your warm, wet mouth. Your eyes go hooded with desire as you begin to suck and swirl your tongue around them. He clears his throat loudly, taking a sip of water from the glass he always keeps at his desk, apologizing to and assuring the people in his meeting that he’s alright, just a tickle in his throat. At those words, he suddenly thrusts his fingers further into your mouth, making you have to suppress a surprised gag.
You lightly press your teeth into his fingers in complaint, but quickly return to the task at hand, sucking more enthusiastically. He starts to absentmindedly thrust his fingers in your mouth a little, almost as if he wasn’t thinking about or intending to do so. You move your left hand from where it’s been resting on his hip, to palm and knead at his covered cock. You can feel him starting to grow and harden under your ministrations, making you smile around his fingers. He suddenly jams his fingers a little harder into your mouth, making you struggle to remain silent as you gag. You manage to not make a sound, and both suck on his fingers and grip at his cock harder in retaliation.
He returns to his lazy thrusting, fingers playing with your tongue a little now. Now that he’s engaged, you have to tease him more, of course. You give one long, hard final suck to his fingers, as you slowly pull yourself off of them, before nuzzling your face against his inner thigh, slowly rubbing it along, upwards, back towards his crotch. You move your left hand back to its former place on his hip, as you gather spit in your mouth, opening it to lav at his cock again, really trying to work your saliva into the fabric of his pants. He moves his hand from where it lay abandoned on top of yours on his thigh, and you worry he’s going to push you off, but he just places it on your cheek, caressing your skin, before sliding it up, through your hair, and then down to cup the back of your head, his fingertips resting on the back of your neck, where he idly stokes your skin there.
You smile into the now wet fabric of his pants, knowing you’ve officially won. You continue mouthing at him as he trails his fingertips over your neck, desperately wanting to take his cock out of his pants and suck on him freely, but knowing that would definitely be too far, and you must wait for his meeting to end, to get what you really want.
You barely notice as you feel his right leg shifting under your grasp, too enraptured with your mouth on his cock, but you let out an exhale of surprise when you suddenly feel the hard toe of his polished shoe pressing between your legs at your cunt. You have to suppress a groan of pleasure as he finds your clit with almost annoying ease, grinding his smooth shoe against it. You know you have to be quiet, so you reoccupy your mouth with his cock, breathing heavily on and mouthing over it. He’s fully hard by now, forming a tent in the front of his pants.
His hand on your head grips the back of your neck for a moment, trying to pause your motion, but you ignore him, as you have been. He sighs softly, and you almost don’t notice him saying his farewells to his employees, but your ears perk up when you hear him say “goodbye”. You hear a definitive ‘click’ of his mouse, knowing it must be him leaving the meeting and you suck hard at the fabric over his cock, knowing you’ll get what you want very soon.
You audibly whine, now that you’re finally free to do so, when his hand leaves your head, and his cock pulls away from your mouth as he pushes his chair out from the desk, enough that he can look down at you. His expression is disapproving, but not genuinely angry. He looks amused, if not a little flustered, to a degree that only you would be able to recognize it on him.
“Does my puppy need something?” He asks you, tone mock-curious. You only answer by whining again and reaching forwards with your hands, pawing at the now soaked crotch of his nice pants. He laughs, and scoots his chair back a little further, hands coming down to cup your cheeks as he leans in to kiss your lips softly. You sigh into the kiss, melting forwards into him, losing yourself in finally having his full attention. He breaks the kiss after a few long moments, and leans back up straight again, looking down at you with amusement, "What am I gonna do with you, huh?"
He pats one of his thighs, then crooks his finger at you with a smile. “Alright then pet, you can go ahead and play now.” You eagerly start to shuffle towards him on your hands and knees, but are stopped when he wags a finger at you disapprovingly, “But don’t think this means I'm going to forget how naughty you were.” He tries to glower down at you, but can’t hold the expression long, and breaks into another smile, settling back in his chair and nodding at you to continue.
You make your way towards him again, slower this time, keeping your gaze on his face and building the tension as you cross the short distance. You finally come to settle, sat back on your knees, nestled between his spread legs. He reaches out to caress your cheek again, sliding his thumb into your mouth to play with your tongue for a few moments, staring, almost mesmerized by the sight of your mouth splayed open for him to use as he wishes. He seems to snap out of it after a short spell, slides his now wet thumb from your mouth, and settles his hand down on the arm rest of his chair.
You smile at him, before directing your attention to where you’ve desperately wanted it. You bring your hands up to his knees again, slowly sliding them up his thighs once more, coming to rest on his belt. You slowly pull the tongue from the buckle, moistening your lips with your own tongue in anticipation. You undo the button of his pants, and slowly pull the zipper down, then part the fabric of his now open fly. You are greeted by the sight of his neatly trimmed pubic hair, seeing he has forgone underwear today. You grab the waist of his pants and start pulling them down a little as he lifts his hips to aid you. You pull them down just enough to expose the base of him, pausing to dribble spit into your hand, before reaching in and pulling out his hard, weeping cock. He groans softly as the feeling of your hand grasping him.
You salivate at the sight of him in your hand, slowly thumbing the tip, spreading the precum gathered there around his head. You slide your wet hand down to his base, then lean in to finally, finally get a taste of him. You press a tender kiss to his tip, then spread your lips to gently wrap your mouth around the head, softly lapping your tongue over his slit, sweeping the beaded precum into your mouth. You moan softly at the taste of him, the vibrations making him let out another groan, louder this time, and he shifts his hips to spread his legs wider. You hum around him, and start to slowly bob your head, pushing him deeper into your mouth each time you go down. You swirl your tongue around the underside of his cock the whole time, suckling on him as you push your head further down.
He lets out a moan as his cock brushes against the beginning of your throat, as it pulses, almost welcoming him in. He snaps one of his hands up to tangle in your hair, the other holding the arm rest of his chair in a vice grip. His grasp on your hair is gentler, although firm. You pull back enough to take a breath, then push yourself down, down, down his cock, sliding him deep into your throat as you focus on calming your gag reflex. Once your nose is nestled in the pubes at his base, you start rhythmically swallowing around him. That tears a loud moan and a jerk of his hips from him, his hand on your head holding you firmly in place as he thrusts shallowly into your throat.
Your eyes water at the strain of holding him there, but you love it. Anything that makes him feel good, you want to do. He thrusts a few more moments, then relaxes his hips and hold on your head, allowing you to pull yourself off of him to breathe. you take deep, steadying breaths, as you slide your open mouth and tongue up and down along the side of him. Once you feel ready, you lick as long stripe up his underside, base to tip, then put him back in your mouth, and begin making your way down his cock, taking his whole length into your throat once more. He lets out a stuttering breath, fighting to hold his hips still and not thrust and force himself deeper.
You hum around his cock as you reach the base, making your throat vibrate around him. He moans long and loud, abandoning his attempts to hold still and gripping your head in both hands to thrust deep into your throat. You gag around him a few times but manage to keep control and just bask in the bliss of being used for his pleasure. He keeps fucking your face until you have to give in and tap out for a clear breath, tapping his thigh a few times with your hand. He immediately pulls you off his cock, looking down at you with a fucked-out expression, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek with pride.
“Good boy, telling me what you need,” You preen at his praise, smiling up at him with your face nestled against his cock as you take deep breaths. While you get your breathing under control, you pepper kisses along his length, up the side, over the tip, down the other side, stroking the parts of him not being touched by your lips with your hand. Breathing finally more regulated, you kiss your way back to his tip, then slowly take it into your mouth again. This time you stay there, focusing on his head, sucking and swirling your tongue around him, flicking the underside with the tip. He’s letting out such pretty sounds of pleasure above you, gasps and moans and groans. You’re drunk on the knowledge that you’re the one making him feel this way.
You can tell from the twitching and stuttering of his hips that he’s getting close, so you decide to take him deep one more time, before making him cum in your mouth, as you know he loves. You take a deep breath, and slide him down into your tight, wet throat again. His grip tightens in your hair, and he starts shallowly thrusting into you again. You alternate between humming and swallowing around him, ignoring the burning in your lungs and the strain of your gag reflex, in the pursuit of making him cum. His moans start picking up, and you know he’s almost there. You start to raise your head back, sucking strongly the whole time you’re pulling him from your throat, until just his tip is left in your mouth.
You start jerking his now exposed length with your hand, as you suck hard at his head and flick your tongue over his slit. He lets out a loud lengthy moan, stuttering out, “Oh fuck yes baby, I'm gonna cum–” before his hips start jerking, thrusting him erratically into your mouth, and your tongue is flooded with the salty taste of him. You do your best to hold it all in your mouth as he pumps you full, but you have to swallow some as he pours more into you, lest it spill from your lips spread wide around him. He thrusts into you a few more times as he comes down, before releasing his grip on your head and slumping into his chair, boneless and tired.
He takes a few deep breaths, totally relaxed and blissed out, before looking down at you. He leans towards you, reaching out with one hand to grasp your chin, “Show me,” he gives the command you already knew was coming, and you obediently open your mouth to show him the mouthful of his cum you’d been holding. He grins tiredly at you, lazily pushing two fingers into your mouth to spread the puddle of cum around your tongue.
After a moment, he slowly pulls his fingers out, gripping your chin again, “Good boy, baby, now swallow for me.” You close your mouth and gulp a few times, sending all his cum down your throat. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out before he can give the order, showing him it’s now empty. “What a smart boy you are,” He smiles at you again, sliding his fingers into your mouth once more and ordering you to clean them off. You suck and lick them free of any traces of cum, before pulling off and placing a kiss to both of their tips.
He slowly slides his hand down to grasp your throat, not choking, just holding gentle pressure, and uses his grip there to pull you towards him for a long, deep kiss. You moan softly into his mouth as his tongue pushes in and dances with yours, mixing your saliva and the remnants of his cum between you. He pulls back and gazes at you with hooded eyes, smiling at you softly.
“You feeling better now, sweet boy?” He asks you, stroking his thumb on the side of your throat. You nod up at him, a little dazed from the deep haze of service you’d fallen into. You stretch your arms out to the sides and yawn, thoroughly tired once more. He chuckles at you and leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Why don’t you get back in your bed and rest while I finish up my work, huh?” He suggests gently. You nod again, rubbing your eyes tiredly, before turning to crawl back under his desk and into your soft bed, curling to lay on your side facing him. You see him tuck himself away back into his pants before you close your eyes, only to open them a few moments later when you hear the camera shutter click on his phone. He laughs sheepishly at being caught, and mumbles something about finding you too cute curled in your bed like that to not capture the moment.
You smile tiredly at him and close your eyes again. You hear him chuckle fondly, then the soft sound of the wheels of his chair on the carpet as he scoots back into his desk, tucking his feet back under the edge of your bed to be close to you. You crack an eye open to see as you reach out with your hand to grasp his ankle again, before finally closing your eyes for good, quickly drifting off to a deep sleep.