You know what would be fun, darling? Having you beneath the desk in my office at home, arms tied behind your back while you're ordered to ride a suctioned toy on the floor and keep working your mouth between my legs, so desperately trying to keep your balance, chase your own pleasure and focus on entertaining me - all simultaneously.
Oh, you stop moving your hips because you almost lost balance? Scolding pull on your hair it is - such a clumsy little thing.
You move your face away because you're out of breath and so, so awfully close? Harsh slap against your cheek it is - such a selfish little thing.
Your brain gets all fuzzy, as you try to not accidentally stumble over the edge, and your tongue gets a little too lazy for my liking? Merciless push against the back of your head it is - such a mindless little thing.
Remember to always be a good, reliable asset to me, my love.