EroticReverie

Katherine ... One week later

Every night, every morning, and every day is spent with Varrick. Other than my best friend Sunny, there's never been another person that I could spend endless amounts of time with and never tire of them. Some people were just, exhausting after a certain point, and made spending time together past a certain point, feel like work. That's how it felt with Devin. Another thing that should have made me realize sooner that I wasn't actually in love with him, that we didn't fit. 

Varrick makes it so easy to be around him. It's comfortable. It's also scary to feel this way. I'm in love with him. I adore him. I adore his touch, his voice, his eyes and the way they look at me, I adore his praise, his attention and his constant questions with getting to know more about me. The only thing we avoid talking about is my time with Devin. He knew enough about my relationship with his son anyways. But everything else, we lay in bed at night for hours, just talking, as he holds me after making love to me. Pillow talk. Something Devin never did. He'd get off, roll over and pass out. Sure we knew things about each other being together for eight months, but I've only been with Varrick a little over a week, and it feels like he knows me better than anyone, even Sunny. 

I'm sitting at my desk, trying to focus on my task. But I can't. My toes are wiggling in my stockings against the floor, my chest rising and falling with near pants as I anticipate what could come at any moment, but hasn't come all morning. 

This morning, before we left the apartment upstairs, Duke had me open a gift. 

"I have to admit it, it's more a gift for me , than it is for you, love." He'd said as he kisses my head and rubbed my shoulder while standing behind me at the kitchen counter as I unwrapped the box, and then opened the black box. I didn't have many toys, but I had a few basic vibrators. I didn't own this though, and Duke knows that. Because he made me show him my "collection" while at my apartment a few days ago when he took me to pick up more clothes and other things from the apartment.

A panty vibrator, except not just the little nub that nestles on your clit, it had a part to insert into yourself, a slightly bulbous g spot stimultor. 

"I'd like you to wear this for me today Katherine." He'd whispered in my ear, and I'd nodded all to eagerly. 

Now I was sitting at my desk, dripping in my panties, as I have been, all morning. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I could definitely feel it inside of me. I've been fighting the urge for two hours to just rock in my chair to see if I could steal a bit of pleasure , to make the part inside of me graze my gspot. 

"Is something wrong  Katherine?" Duke's voice draws me out of me blank stare at the papers in front of me. My chin lifts and I shake my head. 

"No sir." I answer and he cocks his head slightly. 

"Are you sure?" He lifts a brow and then drops his eyes from my face, to my toes. My toes hurt, the muscles in my feet are tight and sore from how hard my toes are curled. I force them to relax, wiggling them out and shuffling the bottoms of me feet against the carpets, letting my stocking slip over it. God, even that felt good right now. My body was starved something, anything and the slip of my stockings, the way they slid on the carpet,t he soft sensation against my feet made me shift in my seat. 

Duke is fighting the smirk on his lips. 

"Are you uncomfortable sitting with it inside of you?" He asks , and he knows exactly why Im shifting, why my toes are curled. He put a fucking vibrator inside me and hasnt utilized it all. What was the point?! 

I shake my head. "No sir." I answer and he lets his smirk slip across his face.

"Are you enjoying sitting there with your beautiful pussy tortured with anticipation?" He asks and I exhale. 

Was I enjoying it? Yes. In one way. No, in another. Or maybe yes and no in the same way. Because Yes, the anitcipation was turning me on, keeping me wet, keeping me needy and wanting. But no , because the anticipation was making me crazy. 

"Answer me please." He says. 

"Yes sir." I whimper and look at him. 

He smiles and then lifts his arms, and puts his elbows on his desk, steeples his fingers and watching my toes wiggle and then his eyes to mine and places his chin on the tips of his pointer fingers.

"I've never been a man that particularly enoyed a foot fetish, but I have to say, things have certainly changed when it comes to yours Katherine. I love thos pretty feet, especially those adorable little toes and the way they're digging into my carpet right now. Mmm, and that, the way they wiggle when you're turned on...they wiggle an awful lot around me Katherine." He smirks proudly and I lick my lips with a nod.

"Come here please." he says and I push right up out of my seat and get on the floor and crawl to him, he grins and I look up at him, kneeling in front of him as he reaches his hand to my face and gently strokes my cheek. 

"Stand up beautiful." He says and I use his thigh to hold onto as I stand and he grabs me by the waist gently and slips his chair back a  few inches then pulls me in front of him, my ass brushing his desk as he slides his hands down the length of my dress. Today I was wearing a white linen shirt dress. It had three quarter sleeves, a small collar, and it buttoned up to my neck from the waist. The hem was shorter than most of my dress, but not too short by any means. It hit right above my knee. He'd seen it in my closet, and pulled it out, and added it to the clothes I was bringing back with me the other day, and told me he needed to see me in it. This morning, he'd laid it on the bed for me, along with the stockings currently on my legs, along with the pair of white panties I had on beneath. And my white heels which came off the second I sat at me desk as part of his rules for me. He's dressed me the past three mornings. Something I might have found insulting or hated if anyone else had ever dared to try it. But this was Varrick. I liked that he made decisions for me. The first morning he'd picked oout my outfit and laid it out, I'd simply stared at it with confusion on the bed. When I looked at him, he'd popped one brow as if to as "Is this okay? Do you like this?"  I gave him a "thank you sir" and watched him fight a boyish smile, and fail.  You're welcome love, he'd replied. 

"Sit love" he says, and gently pushes my hips. I liked him calling me by name, I liked him calling me baby, but my favorite, was love. He clearly knows it too, because he uses it often. 

I place my hands on the edge of the desk and push off my toes and let my ass slip onto the desk and I let out a little moan as I feel the toy shifting inside of me and pushing a little deeper as I sit.

"I love this dress." He says as his hands go to my calves, and up the backs of them, behind my knees as he gently curls his hands around them and pulls them slowly to the sides, spreading them apart and my legs follow the gentle command of his hands. He doesnt spread me wide, but just enough for his hands to slip up behind my lower thighs, then around over the sides and over the tops. His large hands push up my dress over the tops of my thighs and then back down.

"I love wearing it for you Sir." I exhale shakily and he groans, his hands flexing, grabbing my thighs and then releases them and sliding them back down.

"Of course you do, because you're my what Katherine?" he asks as his hands coast over my knees then behind them again and down the backs of my calves and to my ankles.

"I'm your good girl, Sir." I say and he hums and then lifts my feet, as he slides his chair back, just a touch more , enough to lift my feet onto either of his thighs and I bite my lip, my hands on his desk, leaning back just slightly as I watch him look down and stroke both hands over the tops of my feet, and I see the tick of his smile as he watches my toes wiggle.

"So damn adorable, love" he says and then pinches one of my big toes with his fingers and I whimper and he lifts his eyes to mine. 

"I love you so much Katherine." he says and I exhale. 

"I love you too" I whisper, but it comes out on a little whimper and he smiles, his hands rubbing back and forth over the tops of my feet , wrapping his hands around my ankles gently, then pulling my feet forward to him, slipping them over his thighs along his pants. 

"Foot play was marked a three on your list. Have you ever had a man worship your feet, or worshipped a man with your feet? Tell me, explain to me why it was marked a three." He says and I lick my lips, noting all of his question to make sure I answer him fully. 

"I've never had a man worship my feet, or even rub them casually. I've never ...worshipped a man,...with them either." I say, I'd heard about foot jobs, heard about the kink he's referring to, but his son, was the only other male I'd ever been with, and while Devin, hadnt been "vanilla" , we'd never really explored anything particularly kinky. If Devin wanted to try something new...he just...did it. He didnt ask first, didnt have a discussion with my before hand on my own thoughts or opinions on it. Spanking. Light choking. Hair pulling. Calling me names during sex. Slut. Whore. Bitch. Cunt. I hadn't minded any of those things, not even the names. But looking back, the way he said them.....I didnt like it. Probably because he never complimented me, not really. He didnt call me beautiful, he called me hot once inawhile. He didnt ever call me a goddess or make me feel like one the way Duke does. It felt wrong to constantly compare the two, but it was hard not to. I felt less guilt about it when the comparrisons always landed in Duke's favor. 

"Would you like to do either of those things, is that why it was a three?" he asks as hi thumbs hook under the arches of my feet and he rubs small cirlcles that push into the flesh and I moan. I make a mental note to tell him later that I want to add foot rubs to my list of rewards for being a good girl.

"I'm not against it...but...I guess, like you...I never considered it really, or had any desire to explore it." I answer. 

"'And now..you have the desire?" He asks. I chew my lip. 

"I desire...to please you..Sir." I say and his thumbs push harder as he massages the arches of my feet and I shift slightly and moan. 

"Id very much like you to please me right now Katherine. With these feet, these pretty little toes that wiggle all day long." He says and I lick my lips and nod. 

"Okay." I answer and he smiles. 

"Do you need me to tell you how I'd like you to please me with them?" He asks, because he knows im not experienced with this, that while im not nervous with him , I am shy about certain things. 

"Yes please, sir" I answer and he hums and then takes his hands, placing them on my right foot and he slips himself to the edge of his chair and leans back and places my foot on his lap. Right over his cock. 

"Mmm." He hums and then slips one hand to my calve , the other behind the ankle, gripping it gently as he moves my foot up and down over his bulge, he pulls a bit more, showing me the amount of pressure he's okay with, then a bit more. I bite my lip, watching him as he looks down. 

"Jesus, that's fucking incredible." he groans. "Your foot looks so pretty in my lap , love."

"Only you would make me this hard over a foot, love." he groans and keeps moving my foot and then slides it down and I feel him push my toes and the balls of my feet beneath them against his balls just with enough pressure to massage them, my toes wiggle, and curl. He groans.

"Jesus, yes." He groans. "Do that , keep doing that." he exhales and I do. Not even because he tells me to, just because they can't stop. If he commanded me to stop wiggling my toes right now, I'd fail. 

"Mmmm , push just a bit more " he groans and then drops his hands from my leg and ankle and just leans back in his chair as I take over. He'd shown me enough of what he wanted for me to be able to....attempt to...worship him with my feet? I was really doing this? I always thought foot fetishes were a bit odd, and I didnt understand them,but it was an innocent enough kink, and easy enough to try. It took me all of the split second he laid my foot on his lap for me to decide it wasnt at all odd. Not when the man with your foot in his lap groans like you've just put your pussy on him. Not when he stroked my calve or held my ankle and pressed my foot harder into him. No, I liked it. I loved it actually. 

"Good fucking girl Katherine" he groans as my foot pushes up from his balls and over the ridge of his cock through his pants, and that groan, and those words make me whimper loudly. I loved pleasing this man. I was born to please Varrick Duke Chamberlain. 

His eyes lift and our eyes are locked as I keep the slight pressure of my foot on his cock, rubbing that stiff length beneath his pants and he groans as he looks at me. 

"Please call me a good girl again" I moan and he groans with a small smile. 

"You are a good girl. Such a good girl." he breathes and then is sliding his hand over my foot and I stop moving it, he removes it gently and then stands. 

I lick my lips, my legs dangling over the side of the desk as he undoes his belt, unbuttons his pants, and then unzips and releases his cock, stroking it.

"Lean back just a little more." He says, and I do, my hands sliding back and he grabs my legs, closing them, and then pushes my knees up and back towards my chest. My legs together, my feet in front of him, my toes wiggling and he smiles at me, then looks down. 

"Keep your legs just like this for me Katherine." He says. I nod. 

"yes sir" I breathe and he takes my feet, gently forcing my feet downward, my toes pointed to his knees and I suck in a small breath as he pushes his cock between the insides of my feet, his dick slipping along the nylon and....oh god...he was fucking my feet. Why was this so hot? Why was the sight of him using me in such a way, turning me on? He was finding pleasure, not in my mouth, not inside of my pussy, or with my hand wrapped around him...but...my feet. 

"Good girl. All of you is so fucking perfect isnt it? So fucking perfect that you've got me making love to you just like this...making love your adorable fucking feet, and those god damn toes...fuck i love those toes Katherine." he groans and my toes wiggle in response and he smiles at them. 

"Yeah love, does it turn you on to have a man so in love with you, so obsessed with every single fucking inch of you that he'd take pleasure in fucking your sweet little cock tease feet?" he groans and I moan. 

"yes sir" I answer and he groans deeper and he goes faster. 

"You are so perfect" he pants. "So...fucking...perfect" he groans and stops and strokes his dick.

"Point your toes for me....keep your feet together so I can cum all over your pretty little toes Katherine." he groans and I gasp and do as Im told. 

I dont know why it surprises me when I see the cum burst from his tip and paint my flesh colored stockings. But it does. It surprises me that I turned Varrick on with my feet, enough so that he was spending his cum all over them. My toes wiggle at the sight of wet cum on my toes and the tops of my feet. 

He groans, and before I can ever be done admiring the sight, his hands push my knees back down, his hand slips behind my neck and his mouth crashes down over mine as he groans, breathing hard and heavy against my mouth. 

"You precious, gorgeous, fucking woman" he groans and kisses me again and I whimper, hands on his chest, grasping his shirt as someone knocks at the door and I whine and he groans. Kissing me once more. 

"One minute." He says over my head and then dips his mouth back down and kisses. 

"You. Are. Perfect." he mutters on my lips and breathes hard, his forehead to mine. 

"I'll take care of you , but right now, I have a meeting. Can you be a good girl and clean your feet quickly and put your shoes on and sit at your desk for me?" he asks and I nod. 

He kisses my forehead.

"Good girl" he whispers.