Day 11: Daddy Kink/Genderbend
The sharp click of heels echoed through the empty corridors of Runway, bouncing off the polished floors and glass walls. The lights had dimmed hours ago, casting everything in a soft glow, and the building was eerily still. The bustling office that once thrived during the day had fallen silent, leaving only one figure behind in the quiet—Miranda Priestly. And Andrew Sachs, her first assistant, was still there too.
Miranda sat at her large, pristine desk, the glittering lights of New York City illuminating her silver hair. Her expression was calm and composed as she continued to review the last of the pages for the next issue. But under that controlled exterior, there was a buzz of tension. She had felt it all day—this unspoken, heated energy between her and Andrew. It had been simmering for weeks now, slowly building, but tonight, with the office completely deserted, there was no escaping it. Whatever had been brewing between them was about to boil over.
Andrew stood near the door, his tall frame and broad shoulders silhouetted in the dim light. His suit, as always, was flawlessly tailored, but there was something different about him now. The once wide-eyed assistant who used to stumble over his words had transformed into someone completely different. He radiated confidence and quiet power, something that Miranda couldn't help but find both frustrating and incredibly alluring.
"Do you need anything else, Miranda?" Andrew's voice was low, cutting through the silence with a quiet intensity that made Miranda pause mid-sentence.
She glanced up from her work, her sharp eyes meeting his across the room. The tension between them thickened instantly, like the air had been sucked out of the room. Her gaze was hard, calculating, as she let the moment stretch on. She watched the way his jaw tensed, how he stood so still yet exuded such control.
"Yes," she finally said, her voice cold, commanding as ever. "I need you to stay."
A hint of a smile tugged at Andrew's lips. He stepped further into the room, closing the door softly behind him with a finality that sent a shiver through the air. The room was theirs now, locked away from the rest of the world.
Miranda leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she tapped her fingers lightly on the glass surface of the desk. She was testing him, pushing at the edges of the unspoken tension between them. There was an understanding here, something that neither of them had dared explore fully. But tonight? Tonight, things were different.
Andrew took another step closer, his eyes dark and serious as he stared down at her. "Do you need me to finish something for you?" he asked, his voice smooth but carrying an undertone that hinted at something far more dangerous.
Miranda raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint, amused smile. "No," she purred, her voice soft and teasing. "I need something else from you tonight."
Andrew's breath hitched, but he didn't falter. He had been waiting for this, waiting for her to finally acknowledge the tension that had been building between them for so long. Now that she had, there was no turning back.
"On the desk," Miranda said, her voice sharp, leaving no room for negotiation.
Andrew's eyes darkened, his gaze filled with desire as he slowly reached for his tie, pulling it loose. His composure remained intact, but the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. Miranda watched him, her anticipation growing as she waited for him to make his move.
Once his tie was undone, Andrew moved behind her, his hands gently resting on the back of her chair. He leaned in, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, "You've been needing this all day, haven't you?"
Miranda's breath caught in her throat. The closeness of him, the heat of his presence, made her pulse quicken. But she didn't flinch. She didn't back down. This was Miranda Priestly, and even Andrew Sachs couldn't make her lose control. Or at least, that's what she told herself.
"I don't need anything," she replied coolly, though the slight tremble in her voice betrayed her.
Andrew smirked, his hand sliding down to rest on her shoulder. His grip tightened just enough to send a shiver through her. "We both know that's not true," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her arm, slowly toying with the fabric of her jacket. "But you're always so stubborn, Miranda."
Her lips parted, ready to fire off a sharp retort, but it died in her throat as Andrew's hand slipped beneath her jacket, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her blouse. His touch was maddeningly slow,, just enough to tease her senses but not nearly enough to satisfy. He was testing her now, pushing her limits, and she found herself wanting more.
"You don't have to ask for what you want," Andrew whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear. "You're Daddy's good girl, aren't you?"
The shift in power hit Miranda like a shockwave, sending a flush of heat through her entire body. Andrew had always been deferential, always respectful. But now? Now he was stepping into a role that caught her completely off guard, a role that left her breathless with anticipation.
"I don't—" she started to protest, but the words were cut short as Andrew's hand slid lower, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse with practiced ease.
"Shh," Andrew murmured, his voice soft but commanding as he continued to undress her, taking his time with each layer. "Just let Daddy take care of you."
Miranda's breath quickened, her head falling back against the chair as he peeled away her clothes, piece by piece. The cool air against her skin sent a shiver through her, but it was nothing compared to the heat that was building between them, simmering just beneath the surface.
Once her blouse had been undone, Andrew's hands moved lower, unzipping her skirt and sliding it down her hips. His movements were slow, methodical, like he had all the time in the world. And it was driving Miranda insane. She wasn't used to being undressed by someone else, wasn't used to this level of vulnerability. But with Andrew? She didn't feel exposed. She felt... safe.
"Stand up," Andrew instructed softly, his hands resting on her hips as he guided her to her feet.
Miranda complied, rising from her chair on slightly trembling legs. Her body was completely exposed now, save for her bra and panties. Andrew's gaze was dark with desire as he looked down at her, his fingers lightly brushing the waistband of her panties before curling around them.
"Turn around," he said, his voice low, filled with authority that left no room for disobedience.
Miranda's breath came faster as she turned, her hands resting flat on the glass surface of her desk. She could see their reflection in the wide glass windows, the city lights casting a faint glow over the office. Andrew moved behind her, his presence towering, his body heat radiating over hers.
"You've been such a good girl for me," Andrew murmured, his hands trailing up her back, slowly unhooking her bra with a practiced flick. "And good girls get rewarded, don't they?"
Miranda's breath caught, her entire body shuddering with anticipation as she nodded, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk for support. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
Andrew's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he gently slid her panties down, exposing her completely. His hands rested on her hips for a moment, just long enough to make her shiver under his touch. Then, gentle ease, he leaned in, his body pressing against hers as he bent her forward over the desk. The cool glass against Miranda's chest was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between them, sending goosebumps across her skin.
"That's what I like to hear," Andrew murmured, his voice dripping with approval. His hands roamed over her, his touch light and teasing as he traced the curves of her body. Miranda's pulse raced as she felt him everywhere and yet nowhere all at once, the anticipation building with every second that passed.
Andrew's hand slid between her legs, his fingers brushing lightly against her slickness. "You're already so wet," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
Miranda bit her lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps as his fingers teased her, moving in slow, torturous strokes. She wanted to deny it, to keep up the pretense of control, but she couldn't. Not when her body was practically begging for him.
"Say it," Andrew commanded softly, his fingers pressing more firmly against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. "Tell me what you need."
Miranda's breath hitched, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white. She could feel herself unraveling under his touch, her carefully constructed composure slipping away. "Please," she gasped, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Daddy… I need you."
Andrew's dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Good girl," he whispered, his fingers slipping inside her with a light thrust. "You're going to come for me, and then I'll give you more."
The words sent a shockwave of pleasure through Miranda, her body shuddering violently as Andrew's fingers set a steady, unrelenting pace inside her. The pleasure built quickly, each precise movement pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Miranda's hips moved instinctively, chasing the sensation, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lost herself in the overwhelming feeling.
"Daddy…" she whimpered, her voice shaky as she tried to hold on, tried to keep some semblance of control. But it was slipping—fast. And Andrew knew it.
"Let go, Miranda," Andrew murmured, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers curled inside her, hitting just the right spot that sent a surge of pleasure crashing through her. "Come for me."
The command in his voice, the dominance, was all Miranda needed. Her body tightened, her breath catching in her throat as her orgasm tore through her with a force that left her gasping. Her hands gripped the desk for support, her nails digging into the smooth surface as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling and completely undone.
Andrew didn't stop. His fingers continued their relentless pace, drawing out every last tremor of her release until Miranda's legs threatened to give out beneath her. Her body quaked with the intensity of it, her breath coming in shallow, broken gasps as she slumped against the desk, utterly spent.
"Good girl," Andrew murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving Miranda trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm. He stood behind her for a moment, his hands running soothingly over her back as he gave her a brief reprieve from the intensity. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the overwhelming force of what had just happened, but Miranda knew it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
Andrew's hands moved to his belt, the soft clink of metal followed by the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Miranda's heart pounded in her chest, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her release, but a fresh wave of anticipation bloomed inside her. She wasn't done yet—she needed more.
"Are you ready for me?" Andrew asked softly, his voice low and filled with a dark promise.
Miranda could only nod, her voice caught in her throat as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her slick entrance. Her breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation as she braced herself against the desk. The cool glass felt grounding under her palms, while the heat between them threatened to consume her.
"Tell me what you need, darling," Andrew whispered, his hand gripping her hip as he teased her, his cock barely pressing inside.
"I need you," Miranda gasped, her voice barely a whisper as the words spilled from her lips. "I need you inside me… please."
Andrew's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her hips as he pushed inside her. Inch by inch, he filled her, the stretch intense and perfect. Miranda's breath came in shallow gasps as she adjusted to the fullness of him, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation.
"Good girl," Andrew murmured, his voice filled with approval as he buried himself deep inside her. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, letting her feel every inch of him. It was maddening, this unhurried pace, but it was exactly what she needed.
He didn't move right away, keeping her suspended in that moment, her body quivering under the pressure of being so full. Miranda could feel his heat against her back, his breath warm on her neck as he waited, his control absolute. The tension was nearly unbearable, and every fiber of her being screamed for him to move.
"Color?" Andrew asked softly, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck as his hand trailed up her side, fingers teasing her skin.
Miranda's breath hitched, her pulse racing as she whispered, "Green." There was no hesitation, only need.
Andrew smiled against her skin before he finally began to move, his hips rolling slowly as he pulled out just enough to make her whimper before thrusting back in. Each stroke was deep and unrelenting, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her. The slow, steady pace drove Miranda wild, her body already on the verge of losing control again.
"Daddy…" she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as her hips instinctively pushed back, chasing the feeling. "Please…"
Andrew's hand slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he gently tugged, forcing her head to tilt back. "You're going to come for me again," he whispered, his voice dark and commanding. "I want to feel you fall apart."
Miranda moaned, her body trembling as his pace quickened, each thrust deeper, harder, sending her spiraling toward another release. The pleasure was overwhelming, her mind spinning as her body betrayed her, giving in to the sheer force of Andrew's control.
"Please, Daddy…" she whimpered, her voice barely a breath as she teetered on the edge. "I'm so close…"
Andrew's grip on her hips tightened as he thrust harder, faster, driving her closer and closer to the brink. "Let go," he growled, his voice filled with authority. "Come for me."
Miranda's body shattered with a broken cry, her orgasm ripping through her with even more intensity than before. Her hips bucked wildly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air. She could feel Andrew inside her, filling her completely as he rode out every tremor of her release, his hands keeping her steady as she lost herself to the sensation.
But Andrew didn't stop.
His thrusts became more frantic, more desperate as he chased his own release, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His grip on her waist was possessive, his pace unrelenting as he drove deeper into her, his own pleasure building to a breaking point.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with need. "All mine."
Miranda moaned softly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes… Daddy… all yours."
With a final, powerful thrust, Andrew groaned, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside her, his own release crashing over him. He held Miranda close, his hips grinding against hers as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, his breath hot against the back of her neck.
For a long moment, the office was silent except for their labored breathing, the tension between them slowly dissipating as they both came down from the intensity of what had just happened. Andrew stayed inside her for a moment longer, his hands still resting on her hips as they both caught their breath.
Taking his time, he pulled out, helping Miranda stand as she wobbled slightly on her feet, her legs trembling from the exertion. His hands were gentle now, soothing as he ran them over her back, pulling her into his arms as she leaned against him, spent but content.
"You were perfect," Andrew whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. "Just like I knew you would be."
Miranda leaned into his touch, her breath still coming in shallow gasps as she let out a soft, contented sigh. "So were you," she whispered, her voice filled with affection and exhaustion.
Andrew smiled, pressing another kiss to her shoulder before gently turning her around in his arms, his hands resting on her hips. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said softly, his voice warm and filled with care. "You've earned it."
Miranda nodded weakly, leaning into his touch as her body began to relax in his embrace. "Thank you… Daddy," she whispered, her voice soft, almost vulnerable in the quiet space of the now-empty office.