Day 12: Daddy Kink/Miranda Genderbend
The office was silent, the usual buzz of Runway long gone with the last of the staff who had left hours ago. The glow of the city outside cast long shadows over the glass walls of the office, illuminating the sleek, modern furniture with a cold, muted light. The only sound was the quiet tapping of fingers against a keyboard, and the occasional soft shuffle of papers.
Miron Priestly sat at his large, minimalist desk, the picture of calm control as he worked through the final edits for the upcoming issue. His dark hair, streaked with silver at the temples, was perfectly styled, his tailored suit as impeccable as always. Despite the late hour, he hadn't loosened a single button, his appearance still sharp, still powerful. His presence commanded the room, even when it was empty.
But tonight, the room wasn't completely empty.
Andrea Sachs stood a few feet away, her posture tense as she watched him. She'd been standing there for several minutes now, waiting for him to acknowledge her, though the tension in the air between them said everything that needed to be said. It wasn't just the late hour or the silence that made the room feel heavy; it was the weight of something unspoken, something that had been simmering between them for weeks now.
It was only after the last click of his keyboard that Miron finally lifted his gaze to meet hers. His eyes were cold, calculating, but there was something else there, too—something darker, something that made Andrea's breath catch in her throat. She'd seen that look before, felt the heat of it even when she tried to ignore it. And tonight, in the quiet of the empty office, there was no escaping it.
"Is there something you need, Andrea?" Miron asked, his voice low and smooth, with that commanding edge that made Andrea's pulse quicken.
Andrea swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. "I was wondering if you needed anything else before I leave, Mr. Priestly."
Miron's gaze didn't waver, his eyes locking onto hers as he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands neatly in front of him. The air between them felt thick, heavy with something neither of them wanted to name.
"Yes," he said after a long pause, his voice quiet but firm. "I need you to stay."
Andrea's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded, though her mind was racing. This wasn't the first time she had felt the pull of whatever was between them, but it was the first time he had openly asked her to stay. After hours. Alone.
She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor, the sound reverberating through the empty space. She felt the intensity of his gaze as she approached his desk, the air between them crackling with anticipation. Miron leaned forward slightly, his fingers drumming lightly against the glass surface of the desk.
"There's something else I need from you, Andrea," he murmured, his voice dropping just a fraction as his eyes roamed over her. His gaze was dark, predatory, and it sent a shiver down her spine. "Come here."
Andrea's breath caught, her legs feeling weak as she moved closer. She had always known there was something between them, something more than just professional respect. But this? This was different. This was something she had been fantasizing about for weeks, months even, but never thought would actually happen.
Miron watched her closely, his gaze never leaving hers as she rounded the desk and stood just inches away from him. He reached out, his large hand gently wrapping around her wrist, pulling her closer until she was standing between his legs. His touch was firm but controlled, and Andrea could feel her heart racing in her chest, her pulse quickening under his fingers.
"On the desk," Miron said, his voice a low growl that sent heat flooding through Andrea's body. It wasn't a request—it was an order.
Andrea's eyes widened slightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she hesitated for just a moment. But Miron's hand tightened on her wrist, his grip firm, reminding her who was in control. Without another word, she complied, climbing onto the sleek, glass surface of the desk, the cool material pressing against the backs of her thighs.
Miron's eyes darkened with desire as he stood up, his tall, broad frame towering over her as he loosened his tie. He wasn't in a rush—no, Miron Priestly was never in a rush. His control was absolute, even now.
Once his tie was undone, he leaned in close, his hands resting on either side of her as he bent down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You've been a very good girl for me, Andrea," he whispered, his voice low and filled with a dark promise. "Haven't you?"
Andrea's breath hitched, her body trembling as his words sent a jolt of heat straight through her. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
Miron's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as he pulled back just enough to look at her. "That's what I like to hear," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her arm, teasing the fabric of her blouse. "Now let's get you out of this, shall we?"
His hands moved with precision, his fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse, one by one, exposing more and more of her skin with each movement. Andrea's breath came in shallow gasps, her pulse racing as she watched him, completely entranced by the way he undressed her. There was something about his control, about the way he took his time, that made her feel more vulnerable, more exposed than ever before.
Once her blouse was undone, Miron's hands moved lower, sliding her skirt down her hips.. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his hands trailing over her bare skin, making her shiver under his touch. Andrea felt her body responding to him, her legs parting slightly as he stood between them, the heat building between her thighs.
"Turn around," he said softly, his voice filled with authority.
Andrea obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned over onto her stomach, her palms pressing flat against the glass. She could see their reflection in the windows, the city lights casting a soft glow over the office, making the scene look almost surreal. Miron stood behind her, his presence looming over her as his hands slid up her back, unhooking her bra with a deft flick of his fingers.
"You've been such a good girl," Miron murmured, his hands trailing down her sides as he gently pushed her chest flat against the desk. "And good girls get rewarded."
Andrea's breath hitched as Miron's hands slid between her legs, his fingers brushing over her panties before slowly pulling them down. The cool air against her bare skin made her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat that radiated from him.
He didn't rush. Instead, his fingers teased her, brushing lightly against her, driving her wild with anticipation. "So wet already," he murmured, his voice low and filled with amusement. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
Andrea bit her lip, her hips arching slightly in response to his touch. She had been thinking about this, about him, for far longer than just today. But she didn't answer, couldn't form the words as his fingers continued to tease her, stroking her slowly, deliberately, keeping her on the edge.
"Tell me what you need," Miron commanded softly, his fingers pressing harder against her.
"I need you," Andrea gasped, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please… Daddy."
Miron smiled, his hand sliding lower, fingers dipping into her slick heat as he slowly filled her. The stretch was slow and intense, and Andrea's body trembled with the overwhelming sensation of being taken so thoroughly. He set a steady, unrelenting pace, his fingers curling inside her as he drove her closer to the edge.
"You're going to come for me," Miron growled, his voice thick with authority. "And then I'll give you more."
Miron's fingers thrust deeper inside her, their steady rhythm pushing Andrea closer and closer to that edge she was so desperate to fall over. Her whole body trembled, pressed flat against the cool glass of the desk, the sensation of him inside her overwhelming her completely. She had been holding on, clinging to whatever was left of her composure, but she knew she couldn't last much longer.
"Please," she gasped, her hips arching involuntarily as his fingers moved. "Please, Daddy…"
Miron's lips curled into a dark smile as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Let go, Andrea," he murmured, his voice filled with command, with that quiet authority that made her shudder. "I want to feel you fall apart."
It was all she needed.
With a sharp, broken cry, Andrea's body tightened, her release crashing over her with a force that made her gasp for air. Her fingers gripped the edges of the desk, her nails digging into the glass as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. She felt like she was burning from the inside out, her whole body shaking as Miron's fingers continued their relentless pace, pushing her through the storm of her orgasm until she was completely spent.
But Miron didn't stop.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving Andrea trembling and breathless, her chest heaving against the desk as she tried to catch her breath. But even as the intensity of her orgasm faded, the heat between them only seemed to grow.
"You're not done yet," Miron growled softly, his hands moving to undo his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle sent another rush of heat through Andrea's already sensitive body. "I told you I'd give you more."
Andrea's breath hitched as she heard the zipper of his pants slide down, her heart pounding in her chest as the realization of what was about to happen hit her fully. Her legs trembled beneath her as Miron moved behind her, positioning himself between her thighs, his presence completely dominating.
"Are you ready for me?" Miron's voice was softer now, but no less intense as his hand gripped her hip, holding her in place.
Andrea nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she whispered, "Yes, Daddy… please."
With deliberate care, Miron guided himself inside her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance before sliding in slowly, filling her inch by inch. The stretch was intense, and Andrea's breath caught in her throat as she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of him inside her. She had never felt so full, so completely taken.
"Good girl," Miron murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he buried himself fully inside her, his hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. He stayed like that for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation, letting her feel the weight of him.
He didn't move, not at first. He wanted her to feel every inch of him, to understand just how deeply he could take her. The anticipation was unbearable, the tension thick between them as she braced herself, her fingers pressing hard against the glass, needing him to do something, anything.
"Color?" Miron asked, his voice calm, in control, as his hand slid up her back, fingers teasing her skin.
"Green," Andrea whispered, her voice breathless but sure.
Miron smirked, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move, pulling out just enough to make her whimper before thrusting back in with a deep, controlled pace. The pressure building inside her again with terrifying speed.
Andrea moaned softly, her hips pushing back to meet his thrusts as her whole body shuddered from the intensity. The way he moved inside her, the way he controlled every moment, every breath, was enough to make her feel like she was losing her mind. And she loved it.
"Daddy…" she gasped, her voice shaky as her hands gripped the desk for support. "Please… more."
Miron's grip on her hips tightened, his pace quickening just slightly, enough to send another wave of pleasure through her, but still slow enough to keep her on edge. "You'll get more when I say so," he growled, his voice thick with authority. "You belong to me tonight."
Andrea's body trembled, her breath coming in short gasps as she nodded, completely at his mercy. The sensation of being filled by him, of being so thoroughly taken, was almost too much to bear. She could feel the tension building inside her again, that familiar heat pooling low in her stomach as she teetered on the edge of another release.
"Please, Daddy…" she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I'm so close… please…"
Miron's hand slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he gently pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and take him deeper. "Let go," he commanded, his voice low and filled with that same dark promise. "Come for me."
That was all it took.
Andrea's body shattered beneath him, her second orgasm hitting her even harder than the first. Her hips bucked wildly as she cried out, the pleasure so intense that it left her gasping for breath. She could feel him inside her, the way he filled her completely, pushing her through every wave of her release until she was trembling, her body spent and shaking.
But even as she came apart beneath him, Miron's pace remained steady, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. His grip on her hips tightened, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he thrust deeper, harder.
"You're mine," Miron growled, his voice thick with need as he felt himself getting closer. "All mine."
Andrea moaned softly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes… Daddy… all yours."
With one final, powerful thrust, Miron groaned, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside her, his own release crashing over him with a force that left him gasping for breath. He held Andrea close, his hips grinding against hers as he rode out every last wave of his orgasm, his breath hot against the back of her neck.
For a long moment, the only sound in the office was their labored breathing, the tension between them finally dissipating as they both came down from the intensity of what had just happened. Miron stayed inside her for a moment longer, his hands still resting on her hips as they both caught their breath.
Slowly, he pulled out, helping Andrea stand as her legs wobbled slightly beneath her, her body still trembling from the intensity. 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 completely satisfied.
"You did well," Miron whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as he held her close. "Just like I knew you would."
Andrea leaned into his touch, her breath still coming in shallow gasps as she let out a soft, contented sigh. "Thank you… Daddy."
Miron smiled, his lips brushing against her hair as he held her close, his hands still resting on her hips. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and care. "You've earned it."
Andrea nodded, still catching her breath as she relaxed into his embrace, her body finally calming after the intensity of the night. "I'm yours, Daddy," she whispered softly, her voice filled with contentment.