Dawkmeff

It didn't build.  The project was supposed to be done already, and the program just didn't compile.  A nice little list of errors adorned the screen, and it was quite clear that he wouldn't be done today.
In fact, the best thing he could do was to walk away from it and come back with fresh eyes, but did he really have time for the usual process?

When she appeared in the doorway it was like the sun came out, chasing away the dark fog and snapping him out of his custom built gloom.  Looking at her, he was puzzled for a moment.  Why was she wearing an apron?  Why was it covered in brown stains?


- What is that?
- What is what, Darkness?
- You're wearing an apron?  Are you baking?
- Oh, no, you told me to clean and maintain the leather goods, remember?
- Ah, that's right.  You've started already?
- I'm done!  It's all done now, except for my collar.  I didn't want to take it off.
- I did your collar last month, so it doesn't need maintenance yet.  Come here.

The last words were in that commanding voice, but full of warmth.  As she approached she took her apron off, dropping it to the floor.  With a simple gesture, he commanded her to kneel at his feet, and as soon as she did he leaned down to kiss her.  It was time to reward her, and not only for doing the task he had given her, but for doing it so quickly.
He put his thumb on her chin, causing her training to kick in.  Opening her mouth slightly, she made eye contact, looking up at him in anticipation.  She clearly knew there was a reward coming, and her deep brown eyes were lighting up with a sparkle of love and lust.
Putting his hand on the back of her head, he guided her to stand up and then sit sideways on his lap.  Kissing her again, and putting his arms around her, he spoke the magic words.

- You are such a good girl, my perfect sub.  I am so very proud of you.
- Thank you, Darkness.  For maintaining the leather?
- That is part of it, yes, but you do so many things for me.  You are my favorite person by far.
- Thank you, Darkness.  You're my favorite person, too.  Even whenever you're a meanie.
- What?  I haven't been cruel to you for several hours!  I'm a really nice guy!
- Yes, Darkness, you're a really nice guy whenever I'm not around, I'm sure.
- Are you giving me lip, little one?  Do you want your reward or not?
- I could never be sassy to you!  I'm a good girl, remember?  Can I have my reward now, please?

He guided her off his lap so she was standing in front of him, her back turned.  Pulling up her skirt he admired her perfect butt for a moment before pulling her thong down and taking it off her.  Turning her to face him he put on a quizzical look as if he was wondering where to put the thong before he over-acted getting an idea and telling her to open her mouth.  Doing as she was told, she soon found herself with her underwear in her mouth.

- There!  Now I both have full access to rewarding you and I have stopped you from talking yourself into more trouble!
- Moow twobbl?
- Yes, little one, you're in a little bit of trouble for your sass, but so far it's only been cute and bratty, so don't worry.  Besides, I don't even have a cane in the office, and I can't be bothered to go fetch one.
- Famp wu, Dawkmeff.

Turning her around again, he put her over his lap, facing down.  Pulling her skirt back up, he exposed her butt as she spread her legs slightly.  Gently stroking her butt with his palm he made it clear that he was going to take care of the sass first, and get to the reward after.

The first impact was trivial.  More of a tap, really.  It was not about pain, but served to let her know what was coming.  The sound she made was full of anticipation and he pondered for a moment if this even counted as punishment.  Maybe he should punish her by not spanking her?  Still, he had an itch, and it needed scratching.
The next impact was harder, but there was still very little pain.  It was more for the sound of it, and to make the blood rush to her skin, preparing her mentally and physically for the escalation.
After a few more impacts he started to ramp up both speed and sting, causing her to squirm ever so slightly on his lap.  As he continued to ramp it up slowly he placed his free hand on her back, holding her in place tightly against his lap.  The sound of her quiet protests, muffled further by the thong in her mouth, filled him with a sadistic pleasure, and he had to restrain himself so he wouldn't ramp up too quickly.  It was only a very minor incident of insolence, after all, and it had been cute and playful.  While he loved using such incidents as an excuse to spank her, he didn't ever want it to stop.  There was a fine balance to be found here, and he did his very best to keep well below her pain threshold.
Another series of impacts later he rubbed her warm skin with his palm, feeling the heat produced by his handiwork, reveling in her acceptance.  The sweet smell of her consent was in the air.  Strictly speaking, it was not consent he smelled, but that smell meant she was enjoying herself, even as he was hurting her.
Enjoying the weight of her relaxed body across his lap, he decided that this is what life was all about.  Trust, love, lust and pain, all in one package, all woven together in that perfect moment.

Moving his hand from her butt to her thigh he decided she had paid for giving him lip, and it was time to reward her.  Whispering about her status as his perfect sub, and reassuring her that she was a good girl, he moved his hand up between her legs.  As his hand reached her wet and waiting tightness she spread her legs slightly more, inviting him to touch her wherever he wanted, opening herself to his reward.
Slowly sliding a finger into her and feeling her twitch ever so slightly, he whispered once more of his love and lust.  Withdrawing his finger even slower he reveled in the response of her body.  Finding the bud at the center of her desire with a finger wet from her own juices, he touched it gently.  Her breathing grew heavier and if he hadn't had his free hand firmly holding her in place she might have slid off his lap, totally relaxed.
Rubbing her with his index finger he twisted his hand so that his thumb could be inserted into her.  Sliding it in slowly, drinking in every aspect of her reaction, he could feel the primal instincts placing their dark demands on him.  The animal inside whispered for him to fuck her.  Not sweet love-making, not having sex, but a proper fucking.  Enjoying the brutality of the beast inside, and the sweet sound of her moaning, he increased the tempo, preparing her for what he was going to do after rewarding her.

While one hand was holding her firmly in place and the other was focused on her pleasure, the room around him started to disappear.  The soft hum of the computers faded and the light from the window grew dim.  He was so focused on pleasuring her, and on the growling demands of the beast, that he lost track of time and space, floating in the void with her across his lap.

Feeling the twitching of her body, knowing that she was close to climax, he increased the pressure on her clitoris, massaging it through the surrounding skin.  In her moaning, the thong dropped from her mouth onto the floor as she grabbed on to whatever she could reach.  It was time for his absolute favorite part.

- Please, Darkness, may I come?
- No.
- Pleeeease!  I need to.  I can't contain it!
- I said no.  Wait a little longer.

Dropping the improvised gag had to solicit some sort of consequence, and while her begging was deeply satisfying he couldn't just let such a thing slide.  Knowing what would happen if she had an unauthorized orgasm she was clearly getting desperate.  Her head swimming with pleasure she attempted to negotiate, her speech slightly slurred and her voice full of pleading.

- Please, Darkness!  I will do whatever you want!
- Anything?
- Anything!  Please let me come!
- You will regret this bargain tonight, little one.

She realized what she had said, but before she could reflect any further he started counting down.
5...  Taking his time, drinking in her desperation.
4...  Knowing she was hanging on by will alone, and that her body would soon betray her.
3...  Her anticipation washed over him in waves of lust and love.  She needed it now.
2...  He considered stopping the count, just to be cruel.
1...  She had been such a good girl, and her reward was finally here.

- Come for me.
- I'm coming!

Her body twitched, and if he had not held on tightly she would have surely fallen off his lap.  She gave him perfect trust as she let go completely, letting out every sound her body wanted to make, twitching without restraint.  As she bent her legs he looked at her feet.  One bright green sock, one purple with white dots.  It made him smile, and when her toes curled he knew she was reaching the deepest point of her orgasm. He tugged playfully on her pubic hair as he gently withdrew his hand from between her legs.  As she slowly regained her composure he put his hand under her top and scratched her back gently, causing her to shiver in delight.

- Thank you, Darkness.
- You are very welcome, little one.  You are such a good girl.
- What will you make me do?
- Oh, I think you know exactly what will happen at bedtime, blue.
- Yes, Darkness.  Is it too late to change my mind?
- Very much so.

Hoisting her from his lap and standing up next to her, he put his arms around her and kissed her.  Grabbing her by the wrist, he lead her from the room.  There was no way he could make it to the bedroom, so he threw her on the couch in the living room.  It was time to feed the beast.