She awoke with her face mostly buried in her pillow, a drip of drool falling from her plump bottom lip. With a soft moan, she lifts her head, wiping her mouth with her forearm and rolling over in bed. After an exaggerated stretch and yawn, her big, blue eyes started to bat open. Her eyes scanned the bedroom and she realized that she was alone. Without much delay, she climbed out of bed, slipping on her fluffy slippers to accompany her attire of an oversized tee of his and panties. Stumbling with sleepiness, she sauntered out of the bedroom and down the hall.

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As his office door came closer with her strides, she could hear the faint sound of typing on a keyboard. Gently leaning against the doorframe, her eyes found him and it's as though her entire body was relaxed again. His eyes were fixated on the screen in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed together with strain, as they did whenever he would neglect wearing his reading glasses. After his pupils finish darting back and forth across the screen, he huffs and begins typing what she could only assume to be an email response. He seemed consumed with his work, and although something about it was frustrating him.

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As she found herself conflicted between missing him and not wanting to distract him, he caught her in his peripheral vision. His expression immediately softened and a smile crept onto his face. "Good morning, baby. Come to Daddy." He cooed to her, opening his arms. Her smile mirrored his and she quickly skittered over to him and plopped onto his lap, his arms enveloping her. "Mm...I missed you." He sighed as he squeezed her against his chest. The smell of her coconut hair conditioner alone was enough to calm his nerves.

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"What are you doing?" She mused as he loosened his embrace, sitting upright and looking to his laptop.

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"Daddy's working on some emails." He kisses the top of her head while coiling one of her curls around his index finger. "Did you sleep well?"

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She nodded with a yawn, which made him chuckle, cupping her chin and pecking her lips. "Are you mad, Daddy?" Her doe eyes looking up at him made his heart skip a beat.

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"Mad?" His eyebrows furrowed once again, hoping he hadn't done something to give her the impression that he was angry with her. After a beat, he relaxed in relief and shook his head. "Oh! No, baby, Daddy's just a little focused. Some of the people at his work aren't very smart...or nice." A pout pokes at her bottom lip and he kisses it away. "Daddy's okay, baby. I promise. Do you want to go back to sleep?"

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She simply shakes her head. "I wanna be with Daddy." A warm smile spreads across his lips and he pats her thigh. "Go get your beanbag and your phone, baby. You can be right next to me while I finish up." She does as she's told, dragging over a pretty, pink beanbag right beside his office chair and letting herself fall into it, eliciting a chuckle from him. He ruffles her hair as she smiles proudly up at him. "Good girl. I've just got another email to write, and then a brief Zoom meeting, then I'm all yours."

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As he went back to his email, she wiggled into the comfortable chair and began scrolling on her phone, entertaining herself. He couldn't help but peek over at her occasionally, and whenever he would, her eyes would peek back at him from over her phone, and the two would share a silent smile before going back to their screens. Before long, she heard the sound of someone calling him over Zoom.

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"Not long, baby." He reassures her before he answers the call. "Morning, Jim. How are you?"

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As he started to talk business with his associate, it may as well have been another language to her, but it intrigued her to watch him work. His shoulders were raised, his fingers tapped against the wood of his desk, his jawline was hardened slightly. He carried himself well when it was time to be professional, and she could easily see others being intimidated by him. He acted similarly when she was in trouble, even down to the tone of his voice; the realization of this made her smirk to herself.

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As minutes passed by, she sighed impatiently, setting her phone down on the desk, sitting upright and resting her chin on his knee. Though he didn't look down, his closest hand found her head, gently scratching her scalp. She turned her head to lay on his lap, enjoying the sensation. She looked up to his screen, curiously, seeing the man her Daddy was chatting with. Then, she noticed her Daddy on the screen, as well; only the top half of his chest and up were in frame of the camera.

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An idea popped into her pretty, little head in that moment, and she had to swallow to keep a mischievous giggle from escaping. Biting her lip now, she boldly slid the palm of her hand over his groin, her touch firm. She didn't watch his face as she did this, but she heard him stammer with his words. He pressed on in the conversation, taking hold of her hand and moving it away from himself. She was only more determined, now.

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Maneuvering around his legs, she took the spot under the desk, kneeling on her feet and reaching up to unbutton his trousers. This time, she did look up at him. She could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, but he continued with the call. She was tired of sharing him, and wanted him all to herself. Confidently claiming what was hers, she pulled out his cock from his underwear, eagerly leaning forward and taking him into her mouth.

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"S...sorry, what?" He shook his head to clear his thoughts, though her warm mouth encapsulated his cock. As Jim repeated himself, he simply nodded, only hearing the sucking sounds coming from his girl. "Yeah, sounds good." His hands found her curls, tangling his fingers in them while her head began to move up and down, her lips suctioned tightly, possessively, around him.

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"Listen, Jim, are we done here?" The urgency in his voice nearly made her laugh, but it did make her pause. In veto of this, he tugged at her hair, urging her to continue, and she proudly did. "I've got a lunch date I can't miss, so we're going to have to continue this later on. I'll email you later." No sooner had he spat those words out, he ended the call, growling down at her. "You little brat. You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" His fingers ran through her hair in a way that pinned her hair out of her face, and she gave her most bright, innocent eyes back up at him.

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Happy that his focus was once again on her, she quickly continued, more animated than before. Her head bobbed in a nodding motion, her cheeks sunken in from the suction, her tongue lapping at him inside her mouth. Hers. It was all hers. As his breath quickened for her, she let his dick fall out of her mouth, her tongue hanging out and a small stream of drool leaking from the tip. The sight made him dig his nails into the arms of his office chair, forcing himself down from the edge before he came right there. She saw his eyes darken while his chest moved with labored breaths, and she knew. That was it.

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He moved his hands under her arms, grabbing her up from the floor and onto his desk. The sudden movement made her gasp, but he was undeterred, reaching under the hem of her shirt to tug her panties down her pale legs. "Is this what you wanted, babygirl?" He growled, his forehead meeting hers while his eyes burned into her. She didn't answer but her eyes widened as she felt his fingers snake under her tee, stroking between her legs. Without a word between them, he felt how soaked she was from being so naughty, and she felt the warmth of her own cheeks burning. Despite being too shy to speak, her legs parted for more, making him bite his lip. "Fuck, baby...you're so damn wet for me." With that, he thrust his middle and ring finger inside her, making her cry out.

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With his free hand, he clamped his palm over her mouth. "No, no, babygirl. You be a good, quiet girl for Daddy, just like you were supposed to be on that call." He started to pick up speed with his fingers, fucking her with them as she whimpered behind his palm, her eyes shut tightly.

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"Mmph!" She squealed, clawing at his forearm, but his palm stayed tightly against her lips. His fingers refused to relent, her cunt muscles clenching around the only urging him to continue. His fingers became a blur until her head fell back with a weak groan, squirting onto his fingers.

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"God, baby...such a fucking good girl." He removed both of his hands from her, allowing her to catch her breath and allowing him to suck his soaked fingers clean. Once he was done, he took her face in both hands, kissing her passionately, his tongue seeking hers. She could taste the saltiness of herself on his tongue. "I want you." He whispers, his lips brushing against hers. She quickly nods, grabbing at his shirt. Though she was most often non-verbal during subspace, he knew by her actions that she wanted him just as badly.

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He dropped one of his hands to grip his hard on, guiding the head between her legs, while the other hand urged one of her thighs to open further. She complied, opening wide for him, biting her bottom lip roughly. He teased the tip against her pussy for a few strokes, simply gliding it up and down her wetness, making her whimper and writhe. When he was satisfied, he pushed himself slowly inside her, letting her feel every centimeter. Her eyes rolled back as he filled her, his palms planting on the top of the desk to hold himself upright with a moan.

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He held that position for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, their eyes locked on one another's. Her pussy kegeled hungrily around him, and he struggled to keep his composure. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he was going to make her scream. Without any warning, he began to rock his hips, fucking her roughly. Her moans and the sounds of his hips slamming into her were almost perfectly in sync, while her nails found his shoulder blades, leaving angry, red lines, even through his shirt. As he continued his assault, his hands found the undersides of her thighs, lifting them up enough to angle himself even deeper. He could tell by the guttural groan that she enjoyed this as much as he did.

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He could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, and hid his face in the crook of her neck, biting down to stifle his own roar of pleasure as he shuddered against her. A few final thrusts and he pulls out, admiring, as always, his seed slowly seeping from her little hole. She kept herself upright with her palms on the desk, her legs wide open to give him a view. With a pant, he lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, his thumb brushing against her jawline as he pulls away. "Daddy should work from home more often..." He whispers.