Page 55 of Dark Holiday

“In the best sort of way.” Grinning, I run my hand over the glossy mass of hair and arousal. “Cum, it’s the best conditioner there is. Now hop to the shower. I don’t want us late today.”

With a small nod, Cindy climbs off the bed and hurries to the bathroom as I begin to lay out her clothes. Picking up my phone, I scroll through my texts to ensure everything for today is ready for us. Cindy’s been doing such a good job as my personal secretary that I feel it’s time that she’s rewarded with some workplace degradations. My cock twitches again as I make my way to the bathroom to join her. Oh, if she only knew.

* * *

The office is quiet as Cindy and I slip in. Though we’re early, a few workers are already at their desks. It’s obvious by now that we’re a couple, but no one dares bring that up, at least not in front of me. Gerald is already set up for the day, head hunched over as he prepares my schedule. When he glances up, he gives me a slight nod that Cindy probably missed completely.

Nodding back, I open the door and usher her inside. Her small desk in the corner is nice and neat, just like I taught her to keep it, and my heart swells with pride. Since I’ve actually taken to acting like her Daddy and teaching her what I expect of her, she’s blossomed. Without being told, she sits down and starts working right away.

The only indication that she’s at all uncomfortable with the plug is the small shifting in her chair when she thinks I’m not looking. Glancing down at the clock, I force myself to work, not wanting to actually get behind while the plot is brewing. It’s going to be a long day. Cindy isn’t the only one shifting in their chair. In fact, even after getting off this morning, I’m constantly hard or at least at half-mast.

The hours tick by, and not even my work can keep my brain off what I have planned. I just have to make it another hour or so. Cindy pushes away from her desk and stands near me, her cheeks already pink.

“May I use the bathroom, please?”

“The office one, yes?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You do remember I have a camera in there?”

Her blush deepens. “Yes, Daddy. I remember.”

“Good. I want you to keep your hands off of your pussy. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I motion for her to leave and put my plan into action. Pushing the chairs out from in front of my desk, I move an anti-fatigue mat from behind some cabinets and lay it down on the floor. Lips curved up into a smile, I lean against the front of my desk and wait for Cindy to come back. The moment she enters, her eyes flick up to my smile then down at the mat.

“Cindy, I want you to look at me. You know I love you, yes?”

“Yes.” Her blue eyes widen, a touch of fear shining in their depths.

“I’m going to need you to trust that anything I do is either for your own good or your own pleasure.”

“I promise I’ve been good. I-.”

“You’re not in trouble, Cin.” I cut her off, not wanting her brain to continue down that negative trail. “In fact, consider what’s going to happen next as a reward for all your hard work. Now, the first thing I want you to do is to slide up your skirt and take off your panties. Slowly now. I want you to give me a good show.”

She bites down on her lower lip as she turns around and lifts up the smart business skirt. The underwear I picked out for today really doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but that’s not the point of this exercise. In slow, sensual movements, Cindy wiggles out of her panties and lets them fall to the floor.

Bending low, I pick up one foot and pull it through the hole, then the other. Once she turns around, I put them in my pocket so she can see just where they are. “On your hands and knees. Right here.” I point to the mat, and though there are questions in her eyes, she obeys me without asking any of them.

She gets down and looks up, her head at the perfect height for a facefucking, but that’s not the goal of today. There will be plenty of time for that later. After she’s how I want her, I lean over and pull her skirt up over her hips, exposing her ass and butt plug. The dark green jewel twinkles from where it’s nestled between her ass cheeks.

Groaning, I slip my hand into my pocket and pull out a set of bells on a hook. The hook goes to the loop sticking out of the butt plug, and I attach it with ease. Every movement she makes sends the bells tinkling out into the room. There’s no way she can hide it.

“I believe you mentioned something about being furniture. Today, you get that wish. That being said, furniture doesn’t talk, and it doesn’t move. Whatever happens in this office, you will remain motionless, understood?”

She doesn’t answer for a moment, and I pause, dropping down to one knee in front of her. “I’m not going to hurt you, Princess, and remember, this isn’t a punishment. If it gets to be too much, you can safeword out. What’s our safeword again?”

Worry melts away from her face as she chuckles. “Sourpuss.”

“That’s my good girl. Starting now, you’re my desk.”

Cindy locks herself into place, barely breathing. Pulling over a low chair, I set my laptop on her back and my mug between her shoulder blades. To her credit, the bells barely make a noise. She’s trying so hard to be my good little desk.

The knock at the door, unexpected to her, sends a tremor through her body that nearly tips over the mug. Pulling it off her, I reach over and swat her ass, letting her know that her actions are unacceptable.