An Apple For Teacher

"Hey" said the head that just stuck into her door.

"Hey" she said back with a smile. She was barely looking up from her laptop. Her mind was barely away from her work.

That was a lie. She had just forced her mine onto her work. Before she had been thinking of... other things. She was had been foolish and not even closed the door. Just undid the button of her jeans and slid her hand in under her panties. She came thinking about a fantasy he had spun for her. Normally she couldn't cum from just fingers, but there was something about the way he wrote, that staccato pace that pushed her over the top like porn or her toy could.

And so she came.

Biting her lip.

At her desk.

With the door open.

How can you be a *secret slut** if you're not keeping it a secret?* she chided herself when her brain returned to her body. She was mad at herself for getting carried away reading his words when she should have been working anyway. At least it was academia where there seemed to be fewer rules, but she didn't even get up to close the door!

She was mad, but also more than a little pleased with herself. She liked that he would be proud of her while pretending (badly) to be scandalized. He would be adorably flattered that it was about him, but would still be proud if she had been thinking about someone else.

He possess me by not owning me said the thought that floated though her head. That was an interesting thought. She had never considered that the two things might be different. But she just felt like his even though she felt like his equal. She hand't always, she had been his possession before stupid emotions happened and...

"Earth to Rae", said the head. It had the bemused smile of a fellow teacher who's brain also often went walkabout.

"Yes," she laughed, "right, yes?"

"I saw your guy", there was some spin on that last word, "heading this way. Just wanted to give you a heads up"

"Thanks!" she said. She had wanted to ask "which one?" but also didn't want to scandalize her new friends. But also: who knew where she worked? She was careful not to let that slip until at least a few dates. She would say she was a student, which was more than true, but wouldn't say that she was a teacher with an office — that made her far too easy to find.

The head disappeared and she slid her legs out all the way under her desk until they were straight. She buttoned her jeans and was suddenly acutely aware of how wet her panties were — of how wet she still was.

And then she cursed herself for not asking for a description, for not asking how far away he was. She didn't like surprises.

She tried to think about work again, but completely failed. She tried again, and only partly failed.

That was when she heard the slightly irregular footsteps, and that sound ever other step she had learned meant the person had a cane. Quinn had made her listen to it once at dinner and squeezed her hand on each off footstep so she could notice. He noticed things like that. He seemed to pay attention to everything and she felt like she walked though a cloud sometimes.

She remembered that she mostly remembered how nice his hand felt squeezing hers, but apparently his impromptu lesson left some impression on her. She wasn't going to tell him that, because he was worst when he was smug...

No! It couldn't be him. He was too far away, he had a big meeting, it was why he sent her those words. Those words that made her lose her senses and cum at her desk like a not so secret slut.

No. He would have told her. He wouldn't have surprised her. He knew how she felt about surprises... which is exactly why he might do this. He was a brat sometimes.

And then he was there — him, Quinn. In her doorway looking too please with himself.

"No!" She was embarrassed by how big the smile on her face felt. She stood up so fast her chair shot out behind her. Somehow he had closed the door and was kissing her in the time that happened.

Or maybe more time had passed, she didn't care. He had his hand on the back of her neck and was pulling her in and they were kissing and that was the only thing in the world that mattered.

"Hi", he said when they broke.

"Hi", she said back.

"Why are you here?" She asked and immediately regretted it. It sounded ungrateful, but he didn't live here. He lived too far away, they didn't see each other enough — and yet here he was with his arms around her and she didn't like a mystery.

"I didn't realize the meeting was here," he said, gesturing vaguely around himself. "They picked me up and we planned for the presentation during the ride. By the time I realize where I was there was no time to tell you."

She nodded. He said he would be gone all day. He was always there in the morning and they would talk. Even when he was busy she could just reach for her phone and he would respond within minutes. It made him feel like he was right there with her all the time.

Today was different he had explained yesterday. He had to travel for a meeting, he didn't think he would be able to talk until the night, he would miss her. So she woke up to find words. So many wonderful words, about how he felt, and how he would miss her, and then how he desired her. What he wanted to do with her. How he wanted to be Daddy and her Kitten. How her body would be something to play with.

It is what she had been reading when she was so brazen to unbutton her pants and play with herself with the door open. How she came reading his words and thinking of her mouth around his cock. How she wanted his cum. How she craved it as proof of a job well done. Which was silly because it could be so hard for her to cum, but she still felt like she hadn't done her job unless he did.

"Where did you go?" He asked and kissed her on the nose. She pretended to be annoyed by that.

"Are you done for the day?" She asked, and put her face into his neck.

"No," he said. "We broke for lunch and then I realized how close I was. I wolfed down a sandwich on the way and came to give you something."

"What?" Her voice dripping with suspicion.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out an Apple. There was a piece of black tape on it. It looked like Duct Tape, but she knew it was something else. He always kept a little roll on him because it was useful for... something? He had told her and she let him babble at her because she like the sound of his voice, and how he looked when he was an expert in something; but it didn't stick and he knew it wouldn't. Still he told her and she listened because that is what love is sometimes. The word "Teacher" was written on the tape in silver.

"Dork" she said. She could see him leaving some conference room and seeing a bowl of fruit and grabbing the apple. He was going to make some cute "Apple for teacher" joke that she would hate, but secretly love a little.

"I am," he agreed.

"I don't have long," he said. "I just wanted to see you, and I figured you probably use a snack", he said. She did, though it was close enough to lunch that she was going to wait. "Besides I bet you have been thinking about what I wrote you..."

"Brat," she cut him off. She could take him being cheesy or smug but not both. Besides how did he know? His words made her wet as soon as she read them, and wetter on the walkt to her office. Then just now she had soaked through her panties...

Oh god, she thought to herself. He can tell can't he? He can fucking smell me or something. If he can then everyone can. Fuck. She was going to have to hide from everyone. They would know what a slut she was. Why didn't she keep spare clothes in her office like he suggested?

He kissed her deeply, and pressed her against the wall of her office. His hand was down between her legs and his forefinger curled and rubbing her clit through her jeans. FUCK! That felt good...

"I just thought you might like the real thing" he whispered in her ear. He placed her hand on his very hard cock — very very hard.

No he doesn't know, she realized. He just thought she would want him, and he was right...

"Wait" she said and tried to push him away. "Someone might come in"

"I locked the door" he reassured her. She looked around him and saw that the deadbolt had been thrown. Her office mate would be teaching for at least two more hours.

"But," she protested — if that was the right word. "someone might hear"

"It is lunch time," he reassured again. "Every office I passed is empty right now"

He had unzipped her fly his fingers running over her sodden panties.

"It seems", he said in that way that sounded innocent but was full of leering lust, "someone has missed me"

"You write good words," she nuzzled his neck

"You inspire me," he was struggling to pull her panties to the side only through her fly.

"It seems to me you are wearing entirely too many clothes" he said in that same seemingly innocent way.

"You too," she replied, but her fingers were already undoing her button... again, and he was helping her pull them down past her hips.

She was kicking away her jeans as he was pulling her top off her. It felt like she had very little choice in the matter and wanted to think about it even less. Suddenly she was just standing there in pink panties and black bra. She couldn't have felt more exposed to him, if she had been naked. He still hadn't taken off his coat.

Sometimes, she once said, I can loan myself to you. She had meant that she could be his submissive on special occasions. This was different, he wasn't her master per se, she just wanted to surrender entirely to his desire. She just wanted to experience everything and let him lead. There was a difference she was sure, but right now she was just feeling and by his desire and it felt marvelous.

"But darling," she said with her last protest, "you know how loud I can be..." her voice trailed off. She knew she was committed. She wanted this as much as he. She was also sure he would have some clever answer, because of course he did. She just needed to hear what it was so he could finally put that beautiful cock into her.

"Yes," he agreed. "But you see the apple isn't your gift"

He was fiddling with the tape, pulling it off at one corner. With what looked like a practiced motion he ficked the apple and the tape came free. He slapped it over her mouth.

How many times had he done this? she asked herself and decided the answer was I don't care, just me NOW

He pushed her up against the wall and kicked her legs apart. She felt like an observer, eager to know what was going to happen next.

He placed her hand on his cock and motioned for her to rub his cock through his pants. He was so very hard, and even through too many clothes he felt amazing.

She was so focused on his cock she missed that he swung his hand and slapped her across the face. It hurt. It stung. She was immediately worried people would be able to tell. She could feel her pussy drip into her panties.

This is the same man who makes me laugh all the time she thought. This is the same man who just hit me so hard I nearly came. How are they the same person?

He pushed her hand away, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. Her hand found it immediately and she started to run her fingers over the soft head.

Then without warning she was pushed against the wall and up, by instinct her legs went around her waist and her arms around his neck. She buried her face into his neck. It was where it felt like she belonged. Her face hurt, she was nearly naked, and about to be fucked in her office; but this was exactly where she belonged in that moment.

"The pink little panties are very cute on you", he said, "but they are in the way"

"Rip them Daddy," she tried to say through the tape.

He didn't, but grabbed the fabric without care to them ever being worn and again and pulled them off to the side until she could feel the head of his cock against the bare lips of her cunt. She squirmed until she felt his head press into her and then he let her drop.

Not far, just enough so he was buried deep in her pussy, but it made her gasp from the sensation and the fear she might fall. Her weight was split between him and the wall. He leaned back and seemed to drink her in. She loved his eyes and the way he could seem to just devour her with them.

The sting of the slap was starting to fade and she was desperate to keep the intensity up. She locked eyes with him and began to grind against him. It would be easier if they were on a bed, or even her desk. She never thought of her desk as comfortable before. But up against this wall it looked like heaven.

His cock is heaven, she thought. This is heaven. Maybe if I am a good girl we can fuck on the desk.

Ooops, she didn't mean to give herself over so complete, but she did. She craved to be told she was a good girl. His good girl. She belonged to him for the next hour or so.

She just knew it felt good. He just kept pressing deep as her could, and she ground into him. His cock filled her completely and it was exactly where it needed to be. Her hips ground against him, her clit rubbing against his skin. It wasn't enough contact, she needed to feel more of him. She pulled herself to be flat against him. Her boobs flat against his chest, her face pressed into his neck. He leaned forward to press her fully into the wall, pressing his whole body against hers.

"Good girl", he whispered into her ear.

Fuck it felt so good to hear him say that. To get that pavlovian response where her pussy twitched when he said it.

"Mhm" she moaned through the tape. Why did it have to be the office? Why wasn't it at home and she could scream for him. He loved her loud. He loved her to be the the secret slut the both knew her to be. Not that she knew how to be quiet except when made to be with a hand, or another mouth, or... And he trust deep deep inside of her. It didn't hurt but it startled her. She moaned against the tape against.

"I don't think you are paying enough attention kitten," he said. What did that mean? All she could do was thinking about him, and their bodies, and the cock filling her, and how she wanted to be spanked, or hit, how she wanted him to bend her over the desk and...

His hand was on her throat. Well not at first. First he placed his hand against her cheek. It was tender and caring, and she leaned into it. This was pure Daddy. The side of him that loved her, and told her she was beautiful, and forgave her for anything. The part that made her feel warm and happy. His thumb traced where her lips would be, and she tried to open her mouth to meet his thumb with her tongue.

It was just automatic, he would touch her there and her lips would part, and she would would be licking and nibbling his fingers without her brain being involved. She loved that he loved that. Then his hand slid down her neck and gripped her. His hand making it clear that she was going nowhere.

OHHHH OK, she thought. Now I am right here

This was Master, she might call him Daddy then, she would call him Sir then too, but it wasn't the words she used that mattered, but how she acted. This was when he had power over her. This is when he would say and she would do. This is the man who would demand her panties in the middle of a restaurant and she would feel compelled to pull them off right then and there.

Her mind couldn't wander anymore. He wasn't even choking her yet. His hand was just wrapped around it, pressing as gently as a hug. She had a little bit of rational brain left over to be happy it was his right hand. It was stronger, but also it had all those little scars and burns she thought of when she thought of his hands. His left was his gentle hand, it was the one she held in the car — that she kissed when she wanted him to know that she loved him and words wouldn't do.

His right hand could be gentle too, but it was the one that hit her and made her pussy melt and her brain get all fuzzy. It was the one that could choke her and take all control away. She knew he would stop, but there was that blend of trust and fear that happened when she was at his mercy. How she never felt more connected to him than at those moments.

He squeezed and she felt her cunt tighten on him at the same time.

"Good girl," he said it like he had discovered a new toy. She really really was his completely now. She could just reclaim herself when he left, but right now he wasn't just Quinn, he was master. She wished she didn't have the tape on so she could call him Sir and he could know.

He knows she told herself. *He would have stopped if you gave him any signal you didn't want this."

She nodded to herself, and his hand tightened. Her cunt tightened.

"Back to the moment", he said.

She could still breath, but there was just the slightest constriction. His arm was outstretched so he could hold her in place. She wanted to pull him back to her, but she also wanted to grab that arm and struggle. She settled for grinding against him harder.

That warm feeling in the depths of her was beginning to build. She began grinding a little harder and faster. She wanted to cum for him She wanted to give this to him, but she was worried he wasn't ready to cum yet. She loved his cum inside her, the proof that she was a Good Girl.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He asked. His hand was tightening on her throat. It was getting hard to breath. She wanted to grab his arm and pull it away, and she wanted nothing more to just cling to him and trust him. Her hips kept making the same tight circle against him. It felt like it was just building and building inside of her.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum?" He asked as he tightened more. Now it was too hard to breathe, she was completely at his mercy and she was more connected to him than she was at any other moment. All her focus was on the eyes that seems to be devouring her, the hand that gripped her, and the cock that filled her... well and the feeling that she was going to explode at any moment.

There was one last squeeze, and then eased up. She could breathe again, and tried to gasp, but that hand still held her in place. It was ready to control and take from her again...

...and that was the last thing she thought before everything went away, and pleasure was the only thing left. Her eyes were shut and her body shuddered and her cunt was squeezing and squeezing him tighter and tighter. When she finally slowed down she could feel her clit throbbing like it had it's own little pulse.

He let go of her neck and she wrapped him up in her arms, her face back against his neck — where it belonged.

"Daddy," she tried to say.

"Shh," He consoled her. His hand slid around her back, and the other around the back of her head.

He turned her 90° from the wall and lay her down on the on her desk.

Her eyes opened, and he was there smiling at her. He was glistening with sweat. Even with that wall taking half her weight, it couldn't have been easy for a guy who normally walked with a cane. He was clearly feeling... inspired.

"More?" He asked. All she could could do was nod and make a soft little moan of agreement. She also felt like she was beyond choice at this point, but it was lovely that he ask...

And her ankles were being put over his shoulder, those lovely hands wrapped around her thighs. Her body was pulled until her ass started the hang over the edge and he leaned forward and fuck he felt so good. She was just filled and nothing felt better... well until he began to slowly fuck her, his cock pumping in and out of her. He was slowly speeding up, but keeping up the same rhythm.

She loved new people, new bodies, new experiences; but there was something about someone who knew. her. Someone who knew what she liked because they could watch and learn, but also because she felt comfortable telling them. He loved her, and she loved him, and they made no claim more than that. It made them both very happy.

His fingers were digging into her thighs and she sighed at the thought of the bruises he would leave. She would look at them tomorrow and it would make her smile. She would compare the size of them to her own hand and think about how much she loved his hands. She thought of those hands, and is mouth, when she thought of him, which meant they were in her mind all the time.

Why isn't he kissing me? She thought in frustration. She wanted the mouth on hers. If only this stupid tape weren't in the way! She didn't once think that her hands were free and she could just take it off — so completely did he have her in that moment.

He slide his hands forward until they both gripped her beasts. His fingers were fanned out and tightening around them. More bruises. It was starting to hurt, not bad but it was building. Just like he was slowly increasing the pace of his cock driving into her cunt, he was tightening his grip and it felt amazing. She wished it weren't the middle of the day, she wished it were her apartment, she wished he could get really rough. She wished he could make her cry. Really drive her over the edge and fuck her hard while she sobbed and his didn't let up hitting her until the very end.

And then he would wrap her in her arms and hold her and kiss her, and coo that she was a good girl and hold her with her face against his neck until she stopped crying. Then he would softly talk to her about how good she had been and how proud he was of her. Holding would turn to cuddling. Cuddling would turn to him talking at her about nothing until she fell asleep, and she would wake and he would be right there. It was just that he knew how to have sex with her, it was he knew how to care for her after.

So he knew he couldn't push her that far, but she wanted him to do anything short of it. Anything Like the comforting pain that was building up in her chest.

Now that she focused on it, it hurt, she was starting to get lost in that happy place that was just sensation and pleasure. It was a good place... He releases his grip and the blood went streaming back and FUCK! that hurt... And then the slap.

She wanted to scream. He liked her screams, which was good because she didn't have a choice.

Then came the slap and she did scream...

It was like a magic trick, she was so distracted by the look in his eyes and the overwhelming sensations in her body that she didn't see him raise his hand, rotate his body, and slap her right boob.

HARD

So Fucking HARD

She could feel the lingering sting of his fingers. The imprint in pain.

The sound came from deep inside her and the tape barely held.

If she could have thought about anything other than sensation and pleasure she would have worried that the next scream would be heard down the hall. That people would come running, that she would be discovered naked on her desk. Later that thought would be the basis of a lovely fantasy, but right now she was too lost to form the thought.

He slapped her again. HARD.

This time the tape didn't hold, and he slapped his hand over her mouth as it peeled away.

His hand felt comforting and connecting, almost like when it was on her throat. She grabbed his wrist, not to fight him like she wanted before, but to hold his hand tighter onto her mouth.

She screamed again. This time might have been a little for his benefit, because she loved the way he seemed to get harder than possible and push into her harder when she did.

The hand stayed on her mouth, and the other dragged its nailed down her body. There would be four lines of welts when she looked in the mirror, they would show again when she took a shower...

Finally the fingers stoppend and his thumb rested on her clit. It was light he was giving her permission to start fucking him back and not just be the body he pushed that wonderful cock into. Her body responded by again grinding back into him.

She didn't know if she could cum again, but it just felt good, and she would take it all until he was done. She had given herself over and she was going to take it all, and she wanted more.

The hand pressed down on her mouth harder, and she involuntarily kissed it. Suddenly the sensation on her clit was gone, and he had slapped her breasts, and then again. She tried to call out into his hand each time, and just felt wonderfully helpless as she did.

His hand dragged down her body, raking over the boob he couldn't give proper attention to. He paused to tug on her nipple, before making his way down to her clit again.

She ground into him even more intensely. Her body felt like it was coiling up again. She didn't need to cum again, she just needed to feel the build up. She just needed every sensation they were sharing. She loved that warm feeling in her that built up and twisted inside of her until she came. OK, yes, maybe she did need to cum again, and it was building fast.

His hand was gone from her mouth, and was behind her head. She felt like she tried to help, to pull herself up against him, to put her mouth on his, but she also wasn't sure how much of that was wishful thinking. She just ground into him as he pulled her up, he let her legs fall to either side of him and continued to thrust into her.

But now her arms could wrap around him and her hands could grip his hair and he could gag her with his mouth — the best possible gag in her mind. His free hand slid up into her hair and his fingers tightened. He had her hair by the roots and was pulling her head back. His mouth stayed on top of hers. He was pulling harder and harder as she ground against him and his thumb and she clung onto him like her life depended on it.

"Cum for me" he said softly against her mouth.

She wanted to reply, but words were too hard. She just shook her head. The grip on her hair tightened.

"Cum for me" he said, a little more intently.

She wanted to say she wanted to, she needed to, but she needed just a little bit more. More time in the rhythm, just a little more sensation. Just... more. Again all the could come out was a soft little shake. Again he pulled harder at her hair. His mouth pulled away from hers and was beside her ear.

"Be a good kitten" he growled into her ear, "and cum for me."

He yanked her head back hard

"Like a good girl," he added.

That did it. She needed to be his good girl, and there was just so much — ginding, his cock, her hair, his thumb, it ws just all so much and it had to go somewhere.

So it came out in an orgasm that had her body shaking, she couldn't see for a moment, but could feel his mouth cover hers as she called out to him. The hand on the back of her head let go of her hair and just pressed their mouths together. Her arms and legs were around him just pulling him in deeper to her. She needed every part of him to touch every part of her.

He pushed her head so it was against her neck and she made a soft moan. Everything was right with the world. It was exactly where she needed to be.

But... but... no! He was lying her down. This wasn't right. They were just supposed to melt into each other, but she was also grateful. Her arms were rubber and she felt like she could barely move her legs.

"Noooo," she complained as his cock pulled out of her, but she didn't have the energy to protest further.

He stopped her with a kiss. He kept kissing her and slowly the kisses left her mouth and down her neck. He paused to spend a lot of time kissing her tender breasts before finally ending up on her clit.

"I can't cum again Daddy", she panted

"That's not why I am doing this kitten", he said as he softly kissed her clit again. He grabbed her chair and pulled it over. He sat and leaned his face over her bare cunt.

She made a sound close to purring as he kissed her clit a third time.

If she had the energy, if she hadn't given herself over to him, then she might have called him a Brat in that moment. He would have agreed. He would have agreed that he was her brat. He was.

He kissed again, and then began to slowly lick up one of her lips and down the other. She just kept repeating this pattern while his hands slid up her and finally settle on her breasts. He gently pinched and pulled her nipples while the tip of his tongue split her lips and explored her.

He let his teeth rasp against her lips, it didn't hurt so much as be a counterpoint the soft movements of his tongue over her clit. He kept doing that, he would be gentle and tender with her pussy, and then pull on her nipple hard; or he would be softly licking around the opening and then bite her mound. Never painful... never too painful, but it kept her off center and just drowning in the feelings.

It was like he listened to her when she said she couldn't cum, and was telling her he didn't want her to try. He was just enjoying himself, tasting her, pleasing her, giving her sensations and she could finally catch her breath.

The world started to come back to her. She was aware of how drained she was, that she was covered in sweat too. She felt like she could keep going like this forever, but knew it was a lie. Part of her wanted him to flip her over and spank her until her ass was too tender to sit. Maybe he could run his thumb over her lips knowing it would be automatic that she would lick and suck it until it was lubricated enough to slide into her ass as he fucked her... and still spank her.

No, she realized. Spankings were too loud. She would need to teach class soon. She needed to collapse into his lap and cuddle him for a little before she could be a person again. She trusted him that it was time for this, and maybe just a little more before they had to stop. She trusted his type-A brain was having a ball and kept track of the time, so that hers could go into that place where there was just pleasure and sensation and just enough room for the two of them.

Without thought, her hands found his head and began to softly guide him. He took the physical advice without argument. She held him in place over her clit and he began to lick in slow and steady pattern. It felt wonderful. Were it not for how drained she was, and for the two other orgasms, she could see cumming from this. She would cum and hold his head precisely there without argument and she would still feel like he was in charge.

She wished she could cum. Just a soft little orgasm to show how much her body was loving what he was doing.

Oh! she realized I am missing *my** reward* and immediately felt greedy for thinking of it like that.

Her fingers made fists with his hair and playfully tugged him away from her. She slid off the desk onto his lap and immediately regretted it as the sharp edge scrapped her back.

No, she decided, I will savor this like he gave it to me.

"Thank you Daddy", she said kissing him, "but it is kitten's turn"

"OK Kitten," he said.

He smiled as she said it and she kissed him deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue. She could taste herself on his lips. She could taste herself on his face. She kissed him all over until she couldn't taste herself on him anywhere and was disappointed. Then she slid down to her knees to taste herself on his cock.

Just as he had paid attention and learned what she liked, she knew what her liked. No hands, just lips and tongue, and mouth. She knew how sensitive he would be at the end, and how careful and still she would be until he touched her head to say she could move.

She nuzzled and kissed it, thinking about how nice and hard it was. How she loved how it felt. She started planting little kisses on it and was privately delighted how it twitched each time she did. Little kisses turned to big kisses where her lips wrapped around his cock and savored how he tasted, how he felt. Big kisses turned to her mouth taking his cock all the way to the root, his head against the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation and pulled back until she was kissing just the tip.

Then she did it in reverse, pushing down slowly until she was almost gagging on his cock. She grabbed the seat of the chair — wishing he were standing so she could be gripping his ass — and pushed herself down until she couldn't breath. She was looking up at him and pleading with her eyes.

He finally took the hint, or mercy on her, or just decided to take back control and took two handfuls of her hair — again gripping from the root. It hurt in the best way, and he began to guide her head. At first it was slow, gentle, showing her exactly what he wanted. Then it built up speed and was no longer interested in educating but simply in using.

He was fucking her face and she had about as much control as when he was fucking her pussy. She loved it. She loved trying to please him with her tongue and mouth while he was taking charge. He would occasionally push her down until she was on the verge, and then pull her off and let her gasp for air. It went on like this forever until he slowed down, and showed her a new rhythm, a new pace. Slowly his hands let go of her hair and just stayed on her head. A comforting touch.

She took charge again, showing him she knew what to do. She matched what she had been shown but took time to lick and kiss his balls, she found that space on the bottom where she could gently press with her nails and he would get even harder. Finally she knew she couldn't keep this up much longer. Her body was aching, and sore, and tired. She needed him to cum. She needed her reward for a job well done. She needed it almost as she needed to be called a good girl.

She matched what she had been shown and just kept repeating it. Over and over knowing he was getting closer and closer with each motion. She was vaguely aware that he was saying "Good Girl" over and over and her fingers wanted to go to her clit again... maybe

And his hands locked onto her head and he pushed her all the way down. There was that pronounced stiffness of his cock just before she felt it twitch and spray into her. She pulled her head back so it could land on her tongue and she could savor how he tasted. He still needed to eat less meat, but he tasted better than before. She savored him, and when he finally touched her head saying she could move, she made a little perfomance out of swallowing for him.

He leaned forward and helped pull her up onto his lap. She was done. She was spent. She was a sleepy kitten and Daddy's arms were wrapped around her. It was just where she needed to be.

He held her and kissed her forehead. He told her she was a good girl. And slowly holding turned to cuddling, and Daddy turned back into Quinn, and Kitten turned back into Rae; but they stayed there, happy.

"Time to get up darling", he said.

"Don't wanna" was her reply as she tried to burrow back into his neck.

His arms squeezed her tight, but began to push her off.

"Fine" she said. "Fine" and made a face at him.

Clothes were put back on, and hair smoothed into place, and more kisses were kissed.

"I need to go teach", she said and was immediately worried that everyone would know what she would be up to. Everyone would know that she reeked of sex and submission, but she knew they couldn't... at least she hoped they couldn't.

"And I have to go back," he agreed. "I will call you as soon as I can tonight."

She thought of the delayed aftercare and smiled. He would be Daddy again on the phone, telling her she was a good girl, telling her that he was proud, telling her he loved her.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a pocket knive. He flicked it open and began to cut the Apple in half.

"Hey!" She protested, but took the half an apple when offered. "Wasn't that for me?"

"Oh no," he said smugly. "I brought you the tape, I just needed something to bring it on. I need this to keep my blood sugar up"

"Brat," she said.

"Your Brat", was the reply.

"Yes" and they both bit into the apple.