your dog is whining for attention. she understands, logically, you have something else that needs doing right now. the thing is that you've had something else to do for so long. she's brought you things you need to help keep you on task, your medications, regular water, even a few meals. she doesn't even ask to be pet, your hands are busy and you need to focus.
so you're sitting at your desk trying to focus. you don't even notice her slowly walk up behind you this time. you're used to it, habituated. by the time she's turned your chair around to face her and you see how hungry she is for you, you know it's already too late. she's climbing onto you and biting your neck, pinning your wrists in place.
you know she needs this just as much as you do and before you know it you're limp and moaning into her marking your neck. she doesn't even need to pin her handler down anymore. her bites dance down your body, bruising you - bruises you'll feel for days. bruises you know she'll press into later when you come to bed.
you realize as she drags you onto the floor that you've been letting her get too pent up. she's not going to be able to control herself today. she's pulling down your panties and forcing your hips up. her mouth at your thighs, moving up slowly - teasing her favorite sounds out of her handler. her tongue is inside of you now, eating you out hungrily. like this is all she wants, all she could think about.
but she's never satisfied like that. you trained her too well. no, you know this is just how she gets started. you feel like you're starting to get close, just from her tongue and her hands but suddenly it all stops. everything but her fingers digging into your hips and the tip of her just pressing against you, harder than you've felt her in weeks.
you realize you're not getting anything else done today.
