daddy's girl

The Tardis

the tone of his voice drifted to near silence as he neared the end of the chapter. he cleared his throat again, and you could almost see the gears turning in his brain. he was surely calculating something. you don't know what it was, but if it had anything to do with you or the slight boner you felt through the thin fabric of his pants, then you encouraged him to test his theory.

then you felt his leg begin to bounce under you, making you moan at the desperate stimulation, and his voice grew sure again as he read. you saw a smirk on his face.

"spence-" you moaned and he stopped the movement of his leg and covered your mouth with his hands. you gasped, though it was muffled by his palm.

"not a fucking word." he growled lowly into your ears, making you feel butterflies deep down inside. "you wanted me to read to you, so you are going to stay quiet until I finish the chapter. understand?"

you almost responded yes sir, but kept quiet and nodded urgently. "good girl." he praised, but he didn't move his hand from your mouth. his two of his long fingers slipped in your mouth and pressed down on your tongue. then, after flipping the page again, his other hand reached in between your thighs.

he's continued to read the passage, and though there wasn't much left in the chapter, it felt like he was reading the entirety of an encyclopedia since you couldn't react to the way he touched you. his fingers moved the drenched fabric to the side, and plunged deep into you without any warning.

you choked on a whimper that he forbade to escape your mouth with his fingers standing guard there. your eyes squeezed shut as he read. he read so authoritatively that by sound alone, you might have assumed that he was giving a seminar to an auditorium full of people.

spencer added another finger, and he increased their speed. he pumped in and out of you and moved his fingers in a come hither motion, his thumb rapidly circled around your clit.

you bit down on the fingers in your mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure. you quickly reached an orgasm, which had arrived rather quickly after being deprived from his appetitive touch for so long. you released onto his fingers with a choked sob, and he replaced hands with the one on his lap, making you taste yourself.

you didn't even notice that he stopped reading until you was flipped and bent over across his snaky desk. you gasped as his actions forced the breath out of your lungs. you knew any minute now he would give in. he pinned your hands tightly behind your back, like he was arresting you.

"fuck" you quipped slickly

"did I say you can fucking talk?" he scolded, ripping his tie of his neck and tying your hands together. then he slid your thong down. "since you wanted to act like a desperate fucking whore, i'm going to fuck you like one. you don't speak unless spoken to, you don't cum unless invited, do you understand me?" he spoke authoritatively, undoing the buckle of his belt and unzipping his pants.

"yes sir."

"good girl"

he lined up against your entrance, running himself up and down, before slamming all the way in. you cried out loudly, but it was muffled by his thumb on your tongue. his fingers dug into your hips so hard that there would be bruises there tomorrow.

spencer pounded into you rhythmically, and with such power that the desk was shaking. his pens and décor fell off the table as it banged violently into the wall.

"you're so fucking good" he moaned raspy as his head fell back in complete, ecstasy.

"mmgh" you mumbled out, struggling to keep your eyes opened.

"mmm, good girl." he moaned knowing you loved that name. you felt both your heart and your pussy flutter. all of him inside you, stretching your walls out. you felt him in your chest as he pounded into you, and your legs started to tremble. you clenched around his cock and he swore under his breath.

he was losing it slowly but surely. he was a mess of desperate curses and praises, and his cock twitching inside you was a dead giveaway. you wiggled your ass against him and his hand tightened their grip on your neck, stabilizing the teasing movements.

you cried out in pleasure and your toes curled into the carpet below. you were reaching your peak, but he wouldn't allow you to climax without his permission, so instead, you just whined and moaned and hoped to god that he would help you with your needs.

"you ready?" he asked delicately, his body still slamming into yours so hard that the impact stung.

"Y-yes."

"then come for me." he growled and immediately you felt the knot in your stomach start unwinding as reaches you release. you were a mess of desperate pleads and cries.

and then, after a couple more sloppy thrusts, he pulled his cock out and used your hand to finish himself all over your stomach. he moaned from the pleasure of your hand.

you wanted so desperately to see his face but in your restrained state you couldn't see much. you could feel him gently fall on top of you, pressing delicate kisses to your collarbone moving his hands against your body. you both caught your breath and came down from your highs, and he quickly undid his tie around your wrists. you stretched out your arms. you didn't think that the necktie would be able to get that tight, but the marks appearing in the restraints place told you otherwise

"god, I fucking love you," you say, looking down at your bruising wrists. you turned around to see him redoing his belt. He left the room for a minute, but he quickly came back with a warm, wet rag and some lavender scented lotion. He wiped you down from all of the DNA he left on your skin, and then he rubbed the lotion delicately into your aching wrists. you just watched him as he did it, with the ghost of a smile twitching across your face. When he finished and put down the two objects, he looked at you shyly like a puppy you had scolded. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Spencer, are you o-" He hugged you tightly. "-kay"

This confused you, but you accepted the affection anyway. you wrapped my arms tightly around the man who normally towered over you. His face buried into your neck, and your fingers found their way into his errant curls.

"I haven't touched you in so long... and I'm so sorry."

"That's why your upset?" you couldn't help but laugh, "Spencer, that isn't something you have to apologize for."

"But you've asked me, and I told you no. I've been so stressed out lately and I haven't been giving you what you deserve and I-"

"Shh," you pressed your finger to his lips, "this is silly. I think it's adorable that you care this much. But, Spencer, you don't have to touch me when you don't want to."

He snuggled into you even further, like he was trying to absorb into you, "You're not upset?"

"No, I'm not," you laughed lightly, your breath moving his hair like a breeze blowing through grass. you rubbed his back lightly in patterns and he sighed into your shoulder, "And even if I was, I wouldn't remember after that. Jesus, Spencer, you fucked me into next month."

"They don't call me The Tardis for nothing." He stood up and tou burst out laughing, covering your mouth with your hand.

"That was the worst thing I've ever heard," you joked back, "I am not gonna call you that."

"Even if it means I'll do that again?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows.

you sighed and pet his fluffy hair like a dog, "Very good point, Spence... If you'll do that again, I'd call you the thinga-ma-jigger from Dr Seuss if that's what you want."

"That's what I like to hear" he said with a chuckle, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards your bedroom to go to to sleep, "And y/n?" you hummed in response, and he bowed himself as you both walked "I love you too."

hope this long one makes up for my leave