kinktober #12: heels.
pairing: price x fem!reader. tw: highkey feet, it’s heels. also? literally sadism and masochism all at once.
being price’s secretary had its perks. you had your own desk in his office, you got to use the coffee machine and keep your preferred milk in the fridge. you absolutely loved your job for the workload, the perks. it was just everything you’d ever wanted.
then there was the parts when price would pull you onto his lap to cockwarm him when the paperwork was a bit too much, the times he needed a break so he’d eat your soppy cunt out on your table, and more.. but..
your favorite part of the job?
being able to dress up. wearing the pencil skirt, the blazer, and best of all, the heels.
you felt so goddamn hot everytime you walked in that office. you were wanted, needed.
price made you feel that way too.
especially in moments like this. sitting on top of his paperwork, legs crossed with your tights, form fitting pencil skirt, and a burgundy blouse that you knew price absolutely adored on you. you were also.. wearing his favorite heels. black stilettos with red bottoms.
a pair he bought you and immediately fucked you in. your legs up against his shoulders while he pounded into your pretty cunt, moaning his name and the occasional ‘sir’.
you were staring at him with an urge. an itch that only price could scratch.
“doll,” price’s voice snaps you out of your head, his calloused hand resting on your calf. “need to do work.” he murmurs unconvincingly, his eyes raking your form.
you smile. “mmm. you don’t sound very convincing to me, captain.” you hum, adjusting your heel to rest a bit to close to his crotch. “in a hurry, sir?” you ask coyly, eyes flicking to stare at his face.
price visibly stiffens when you press the outsole of your heel right against his chubbing cock. your captain was just as filthy as you. if he had his way, price would have you nudging his cock with your heels, getting him off just like that.
you were gentle when you pushed your heel a bit harder to his crotch but.. you had plans.
you feel him try to rut against your heel and because you’re so damn kind, you press down just a little more.
price groans, throwing his head back to rest on his chair. “n-no, love.. not in a hurry at all.”
you grin, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “then fuck yourself on my heels, cap.” you place your other heel on his leg, the stiletto digging into his skin. “let me see how much you love these on me, yeah?”
a/n: i don’t even think about feet like that but this was so fun to write !! live laugh love.. a dom reader :)
