𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 || 𝕯𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲

You're needy, incessantly so.

He knows from the not-so discreet glances you've kept shooting his way while he was driving that you've been aching for his attention.

Good things come to those who wait, but you've never really had a penchant for patience.

To be honest, no one's really sure what to make of your relationship with the Daisuke Kanbe, heir to the Kanbe family's millions. To a majority of the world, you look like nothing more than just a well-dressed, pretty little accessory for him to flaunt his wealth even more so, and it is during moments like these when you can see why people don't really see the depth of your relationship.

"Pl-please, Daisuke—" You whimper, trying to move yourself to get some friction, but he presses down on you, applying more pressure to his grip he has on your waist to cease your movement.

He has you seated on his lap, completely bare save for the diamond necklace he gave you for your one year anniversary, and if the power dynamic between the two of you isn't already unbalanced, the fact that his trousers and briefs are only tugged down enough for him to place his cock inside your needy cunt shows who holds the control.

He loves it like this; thrives off of it, really. It's just — when you're so needy, so desperate, you get so tight, and the feeling is like no other. He could spend his whole entire life with you in various different positions with him — as long as his dick is being kept warm by you, he finds that he doesn't really care what exactly the two of you are doing.

You make the worst things in life, like paperwork, much more bearable, and he's not sure how he ever really made it so far in life without you.

He supposes, then, that it's only fair he spoils you.

An experimental buck of his hips has you gasping out in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. You lean back against him, resting your body against his, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne and relishing in the feel of his cock.

"Do you like this, then?" He asks you, giving you tiny thrusts that are shallow and just only barely scrape the surface of being pleasurable, but you'll take anything you can get, and Daisuke can be a giver (when he wants to be). He leans his head down to allow his mouth to find purchase on your neck, teeth scraping gently against areas of soon to be marked skin, lips brushing against you, kissing, biting, sucking — his full attention is on you and only you, and you feel like the most special girl in the world.

"More, Daisuke." Your moan turns into a whine as he stops his shallow thrusts completely.

"What do good girls say whenever they want something?" His tone of voice, while stern, does nothing more than produce even more slickness in between your legs. God, it's unfair how the littlest things he does sends you spiraling, but you wouldn't really have it any other way.

"Well?" He squeezes your thigh harshly whenever you don't answer him quick enough. Despite the stern facade (that's all it really is, anyway, a facade), you know that he wants this just as much as you. The only difference is that you're easily more willing to submit and do whatever he wants you to.

"Please, daddy." You look up at him, meeting his eyes.

You don't know what it does to him, to see you beg and pout, wearing nothing but the gift he gave you hanging from your neck. You're a sight to behold, something money — no matter how much he has at his disposal — could buy. You're beautiful, even more so with his cock buried deep inside your wet pussy, and he just can't say no to you.

He'll have you whichever way he pleases, and today he wants to have you against his desk, the top half of your body pressed against his paperwork, your body turning into putty in his hands; no, not your body, but his. His to touch, to grope, to ravish, to mark, to fuck.

You don't protest; how can you, really? You don't complain that the edge of the desk is digging into your hips, sure to leave a mark after the two of you are done. All you do is whimper in anticipation, vision a little hazy and unfocused. You can't make sense of what half the papers in your eyesight are saying, and you don't care.

All you care about is the way Daisuke makes you feel. The head of his cock teases your sopping entrance, and you are reduced to nothing more than a whiny, needy mess. You are nothing more than an sentient being that lives only for the pleasure Daisuke Kanbe's cock provides, and you don't care.

His thrusts always start out slow, as if he's testing the waters, but you know better than that. He'll give you what you want, of course, spoiling you rotten, but he's a bastard who gets off on your begging, and if you want something, you'll have to ask nicely, repeatedly, all whilst showing him that you really, truly do want nothing more than for him to fuck you for all you're worth.

"Faster — p-please, daddy!" He loves hearing you moan. You sound like you're ready to fall apart at any second when you do so, and it only serves to make him want to fuck you harder, the knowledge of his immense power over you serving to boost his ego. You clench your walls around his throbbing dick, and it's like nothing he's ever felt before. All of the fanciest, most expensive fabrics in the world, and yet none of them can compare to the feel of the silky walls of your cunt gripping his dick like you don't want him to leave.

"I suppose you deserve it." He muses, and you nearly scream whenever the next time he thrusts his hips, he practically slams into you, burying himself as deeply as he possibly can.

He fucks into you roughly but reverently. Like he can't help but admire you while he's damn well destroying you.

He's not very good at expressing his love for you, but even in moments when he's fucking into you brutally, relentlessly, there's some underlying emotion to it. Like he wants to carve a piece of his soul into yours, wants to actually bare a part of him that no one else gets to see. Cold and calculating, yet he is nothing short of caring and coddling when it comes to you.

He never gets sloppy, even when he nears his release. Always the weaker of your duo, you reach your peak before him, and you cry out as you climax. He can feel your cum coating his dick, and he is filled with pride that he's the one to reduce you to the fucked out mess that you are, fingers gripping the edge of his desk as he continues fucking you, chasing after his own high.

He releases into you, panting a little bit, slouching his body atop yours, and he shuts his eyes. Hot ropes of his cum paint your insides white, and you savor everything he gives you, feeling satisfied, happy, and whole.

It takes a moment before he pulls the two of you back to your original positioning, with you seated on his lap. You lean into him once more, not daring to speak until...

"D-Daisuke, you're still inside." You point out, red in the face and a little embarrassed at the whole entire prospect.

He doesn't say anything; he just continues doing his paperwork, but he's still throbbing inside of you, and you know you better appreciate this brief reprieve, because Daisuke Kanbe is just getting started. 

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