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TARAJI

T araji scrolls through another article on safe BDSM practices, absorbing information about boundaries, consent, and aftercare. She wants to honor the trust Nikolai places in her, and she in him.

Her focus drifts between paragraphs as notifications from her work email ping insistently. The board meeting looms just hours away.

She sighs, closing the browser tab. The presentation awaits her attention, a crucial project that could reshape the company's direction for the next fiscal year.

…

Hours later, Taraji's shoulders slump as she follows Nikolai into his office. The board meeting had been brutal full of questioning eyes, doubtful expressions, and pointed challenges to her marketing strategy. She collapses onto his couch, head falling back against the cushions.

Nikolai studies her, his gaze softening as he takes in her exhaustion .

"Do you need to be Taraji right now, or can Daddy take over for a while?"

Something inside her unravels at his words. "I want Daddy, please."

"Good girl. Daddy will make you some cocoa, okay?"

She nods, chewing her lip nervously, hands twisting together in her lap. The board's criticisms echo in her mind despite her solid presentation.

Nikolai notices immediately. "Little one, what's our rule about using your words?"

"If I'm scared, I have to tell Daddy so he can help," she recites, voice small.

"That's right. You never have to face anything alone again, baby girl. You're one of the best in the marketing field so you have nothing to worry about."

The tension in her shoulders eases slightly. Taraji remains in his office as the workday ends, conflicted about mixing their professional and personal lives but unable to deny her feelings. As evening shadows stretch across the floor, her playful side emerges.

She rifles through his desk drawer, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Nikolai closes his laptop, eyes narrowing with feigned sternness. "Little girl, did Daddy not tell you to stay out of his desk?"

Taraji grins, twirling a pen between her fingers. "I just wanted to see what you keep in there, Daddy."

He rises, his tall frame filling the space with authority. "Come here."

She approaches, heart pounding with delicious anticipation. He sits in his leather chair and pats his lap. The expensive material creaks as she settles across his thighs, her skirt riding up slightly.

"What happens when baby girls break Daddy's rules?" His voice drops lower, sending shivers across her skin.

Taraji's voice is small, teasing. "They get punished? "

He nods, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. "That's right. And what does my princess think her punishment should be?"

She squirms slightly, already feeling heat building between her thighs. "I don't know, Daddy."

His hand slides up her thigh, fingers tracing patterns on sensitive skin. "I think you do know. I think you've been naughty on purpose." His breath is warm against her ear. "Bend over the desk, baby."

She rises slowly, deliberately swaying her hips as she bends forward, palms flat against the polished mahogany. The position leaves her exposed, vulnerable, and utterly his. Nikolai stands behind her, one large hand resting possessively on the small of her back.

"Lift your skirt for me," he commands softly.

Taraji reaches back, gathering the fabric and slowly pulling it up to reveal lace-trimmed panties. His appreciative growl makes her pulse quicken.

"Such a pretty girl," he murmurs, fingers tracing the edge of her underwear. "But still in need of discipline."

The first spank lands with precise control, firm enough to sting, gentle enough to send heat flooding through her core.

She gasps, arching slightly.

"Count for me, princess. And thank Daddy after each one."

"One," she breathes. "Thank you, Daddy."

His hand comes down again, slightly harder this time. The sensation blurs the line between pain and pleasure, making her moan softly.

"Two. Thank you, Daddy."

By the fifth spank, her panties are damp with arousal, her breathing ragged. Each impact sends delicious vibrations through her most sensitive parts, building a tension that coils tighter with every strike.

"F-five... thank you, Daddy."

Nikolai pauses, his palm caressing the reddened skin of her bottom. "Such a good girl, taking your punishment so well." His fingers dip lower, brushing against the wet fabric between her legs. "Is this for me, baby? Did your spanking make you wet for Daddy?"

"Yes," she whimpers, pushing back against his touch. "Please, Daddy..."

He turns her gently, lifting her to sit on the edge of the desk. His eyes have darkened with desire as he steps between her spread thighs.

"Does my good girl want a reward now?"

She nods eagerly, reaching for him. "Please."

His fingers slip beneath her panties, finding her slick and ready. He strokes her with expert precision, watching her face as pleasure overtakes her.

"That's it, baby. Let Daddy see how pretty you look when you come for him."

His thumb circles her most sensitive spot while his fingers curve inside her, finding the place that makes her gasp. The dual sensation overwhelms her quickly, tension building to an almost unbearable peak.

"Daddy," she moans, her thighs beginning to tremble. "I'm going to—"

"Come for me, princess. Show Daddy how good you feel."

The orgasm crashes through her with surprising intensity, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure radiate outward. He works her through it, whispering praise against her throat as he places hot, open-mouthed kisses on her skin.

When the aftershocks subside, he gathers her against his chest, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

"My beautiful, perfect girl," he murmurs into her hair. "Did you learn your lesson about going through Daddy's things?"

She smiles against his shoulder, still breathless. "Maybe. But if that's my punishment, I might have to be naughty more often."

He chuckles, lifting her easily. "Brat. Let's go home. Daddy's not done with you yet. "

They leave together for Nikolai's penthouse, the office dark behind them.