She'd been at home on her day off painting the office walls while he was at work. He comes home stressed out and in need of some relief.
She rolled some pale yellow paint onto the office wall, huffing when she couldn't reach the top part of the wall. Of course, she'd had to use the roller extension on the other walls, but she was determined to reach it, jumping up and splattering paint all over herself.
"Dammit," she muttered, stepping back to pick up the roller extension pole, attaching it to the roller.
She continued working, not hearing the front door of the house being closed.
He was home after a long, stressful day at work, the smell of paint filling his nose as he slipped of his shoes, leaving them by the door. He locked the door, dropping his keys on the small table by the door. He made his way down the hallway, leaning against the frame of the office door, watching her as she sang with the music on the speaker, dancing and painting.
"Hey there, baby girl," he said, smiling as she turned and saw him, smiling back. Her apron was splattered with paint, and she turned back to the wall, rolling another coat onto it.
"Hi, Daddy," she replied, swaying her hips to the music.
"You able to get a break and come here?" He inquired, eyeing her.
"Yeah, let me close this can up so it doesn't film," she said, smiling at him. She crouched down, tapping the lid onto the paint can, setting the roller in the tray. She walked over to the closet, taking off her apron and hanging it on the closet doorknob.
"Alright, Daddy, what's up?"
"Come closer, baby girl," he beckoned, looking from her eyes to her lips. She giggled, getting close to him and running her hand up and down his chest.
"How was work, Daddy?" She looked at him with happy eyes, smiling. He managed a half-hearted smile, cupping her cheeks with his hands, rubbing her lips with the pad of his thumb.
"It was really stressful," he muttered, and she looked at him with innocent eyes, her hand reaching lower and lower until it reached his crotch. She felt him stiffen, the smile still plastered on her lips.
"How can I help you, Daddy? Any way I can...relieve you?" She smirked, squeezing his crotch gently and teasingly.
"Darling, it seems you have an idea on what to do," he stated, smirking and sliding his thumb between her lips momentarily, only to have her bite gently on the tip of his thumb.
"Where would you like to go to be relieved?" She inquired, his thumb out of her mouth and rubbing her lips once more.
"Let's go to your bedroom, baby girl. Or, you can relieve me right here."
"There's paint everywhere, Daddy," she whispered, winking at him.
"Well, we just have to be careful," he said softly, leaning forward and biting gently on her ear.
She pulled off her t-shirt, tossing it into the hallway. She grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into the office and slamming the door shut. He rubbed her cheek gently, smirking.
"So eager to start?"
"I've been a patient girl today, Daddy. I don't want to be anymore," she muttered, pressing a long kiss onto his cheek.
"Yeah, baby? Well, if you really want to then go ahead. Relieve some stress."
"Is there anything in particular you want relieved, Daddy?" She asked, smiling lustfully.
"Surprise me, baby girl," he growled, pressing kisses on her face.
"Yes sir," she replied, unbuttoning his shirt incredibly slow, teasing him.
