𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖿!𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾,𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄,𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀,𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇,𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀,𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀,𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, (𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗌 29 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 22)
a/n: t𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 🎸🦕 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖿
You’d been working for Daniela Avanzini for almost four months. fresh out of college, and somehow landing a job as her personal assistant had felt like winning the lottery. She had a two-year-old daughter who was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. Whenever Daniela brought her into the office for a few hours, the whole place softened. Alexia would toddle around with a stuffed bunny, babbling nonsense, and Daniela’s whole face would change. Softer. Warmer. It did something to you that you tried not to think about too hard.
That Friday, Daniela called you into her office near the end of the day.
“I need you at my place tonight,” she said, not looking up from her laptop. “Some files I can’t access remotely, and I want the presentation notes redone before Monday. Bring your laptop. I’ll feed you.”
You swallowed. “Of course. What time?”
“Seven. Alexia will still be up for a little while."
You arrived at seven on the dot, laptop bag over your shoulder, heart already beating a little too fast. Daniela opened the door in a soft black robe that clung to her curves, hair loose around her shoulders, no makeup. She looked tired and beautiful and dangerous all at once. Behind her, a small voice called out.
Alexia came padding down the hallway in footie pajamas covered in tiny stars, her dark hair sticking up in soft tufts, the well-loved stuffed bunny clutched in one fist. She stopped a few feet away and stared up at you with wide, curious eyes, one finger in her mouth.
Daniela’s hand settled lightly on the back of your shoulder. “This is the person who helps Mama at work, sweetheart. Say hi.”
Alexia’s free hand rose in a shy little wave. “Hi.”
You crouched down so you were closer to her height, smiling. “Hi, Alexia. That’s a really nice bunny. Does he have a name?”
She considered this with great seriousness, then held the bunny out for a second before pulling it protectively against her chest. “Bunny. My bunny.”
“He’s lucky,” you said softly
Alexia’s face lit up. She toddled closer, planted herself right in front of you, and thrust the book she’d been carrying into your hands—a thick board book about a blue truck. “Read.”
Daniela’s mouth curved as she watched. “She’s been waiting to show someone new her favorite book. Five minutes, then bath and bed. Don’t let her talk you into the whole thing twice.”
You ended up on the living-room rug with Alexia while Daniela moved around the kitchen. Alexia climbed into your lap without hesitation, heavy and warm and smelling of baby shampoo and the last traces of whatever snack she’d had earlier. She opened the book and pointed at every page, narrating in a mix of real words and confident nonsense. You made the truck noises when she looked at you expectantly. She giggled, a bright sudden sound, and leaned back against your chest like she’d decided you were acceptable furniture. At one point she turned, patted your cheek with a slightly sticky hand, and declared, “Soft.”
Daniela appeared in the doorway, arms folded, expression unreadable for a long moment. Then she came over, scooped Alexia up with an easy strength, and kissed the top of her head.
“Bath time, little bird. Say goodnight to our guest.”
Alexia waved at you over Daniela’s shoulder, bunny flopping. “Night-night. Come back.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” you promised, and meant it.
You stayed on the rug while the sounds of water running and soft singing drifted from down the hall. Twenty minutes later Daniela returned alone, the house quieter. A nightlight glowed faintly from the nursery. She poured you both wine without asking and gestured at the couch.
“Laptop’s on the coffee table. Files are in the shared drive. I want the notes tighter. You’ve seen how I talk. Write it like that.”
You sat. She sat closer than necessary. Her thigh brushed yours every time she shifted. You tried to focus on the screen, but her perfume and the heat of her body kept pulling your attention. The wine was dark and rich; you took a sip mostly to have something to do with your hands.
Halfway through the second section, she leaned over, one hand braced on the back of the couch behind you, the other pointing at a line on the screen. Her robe gaped open just enough that you caught the soft curve of her breast, the shadowed hint of nipple.
“That paragraph is dead,” she murmured near your ear. “Kill it.”
Daniela didn’t move away. She stayed there, breath warm against the side of your neck, the weight of her presence almost heavier than the words on the screen.
“You’ve been staring at me for months,” she said quietly. “Don’t pretend you haven’t. In the office. When I bring Alexia in. Every time I lean over your desk.”
Your pulse jumped. “I—I didn’t mean to make it obvious.”
“Shh.” She turned your face toward hers with two fingers under your chin. “You’re here because I wanted you here. Because I’ve been thinking about this longer than you have.”
She kissed you. Slow at first, testing, then deeper, tongue sliding against yours like she’d been thinking about the exact shape of your mouth. You made a small sound into her mouth—half surprise, half relief. Daniela’s hand slid into your hair and tightened, holding you exactly where she wanted you. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were dark and intent.
You slid off the couch onto the rug looking up at her, heart hammering. Daniela stood, untied the robe, and let it fall. Underneath, she wore nothing but a simple black harness already strapped around her hips. She stroked it once, almost absently, watching your face for every flicker of reaction.
“You’ve thought about this,” she said. “About me fucking you. About being my good girl. About calling me what you really want to call me.”
Your mouth went dry. “Yes.”
You looked up at her, voice quieter than you meant it to be. “Yes, Mommy.”
Approval flickered across her face. “Good. Say it again.”
“I-I’ve thought about it. .”
Heat flooded your face. “About you… fucking me.”
“That’s better.” She stepped closer. The head of the strap brushed your lower lip. “Open.”
You opened without being told. Daniela fed it into your mouth slowly, watching every inch disappear. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, tasting the faint clean silicone and the warmer scent of her skin where the harness sat against her. She threaded her fingers through your hair and began to rock her hips, shallow thrusts that pushed the cock deeper each time.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Take Mommy’s cock. Look at you—already so eager. How does it feel?”
You pulled back just enough to answer, spit already shining on your chin. “Good s-so good"
“Then take more.” She pushed forward again, the head nudging the back of your throat until your eyes watered. You moaned around it, the sound vibrating through the silicone. Daniela fucked your face a little harder, controlled and deliberate. “Use your tongue. Show Mommy how much you want it.”
You did—swirling, sucking, letting her use your mouth while soft, wet sounds filled the quiet living room. When she finally pulled back so you could breathe, a thin string of spit connected your lip to the tip.
“Up,” she ordered. “take off your clothes”
You stripped quickly, fingers clumsy with adrenaline. Daniela watched, still stroking the spit-slick strap with one hand. When you were naked she pushed you back onto the couch, knees spread, and knelt between them. She kissed the inside of your thigh, then higher, then dragged her tongue through your folds in one long, deliberate lick.
“Already wet for me,” she said against your cunt. “Messy little thing. Tell me how it feels.”
You gasped as she licked again, slower. “Warm—your mouth is so warm. P-please don’t stop.”
She didn’t. She ate you out until your hips were lifting and your hands were fisted in the cushions. “Mommy—fuck—your tongue—”
She stopped just as your thighs started to shake, then hooked your legs over her arms. The head of the strap nudged against your entrance, slick from your mouth and your own wetness.
She lined up and pushed in. The stretch made you gasp, a sharp, open sound. Daniela watched your face the whole time, sinking deeper until her hips were flush against yours. She stayed still for a moment, letting you feel every inch.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “You take me so well. How does Mommy’s cock feel inside you?”
“Full,” you managed, voice shaky. “So full. It’s—God, it’s perfect. Please move.”
She started moving. Deep, steady thrusts that dragged the cock against every sensitive place inside you. The harness rubbed against her clit with every stroke; you could see the tension in her thighs, the way her breathing changed. She fucked you harder, the wet sound of it filling the quiet house.
“Look at me,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. Tell me who you belong to right now.”
You locked eyes with her, already breathless. “You. I belong to you, Mommy. I’m yours.”
Daniela’s expression was fierce and soft at the same time—possessive, almost maternal in the way she held you open and used you. “That’s right. You’re mine. My good girl. My little slut who comes to Mommy’s house and spreads her legs like she was made for it. Say it.”
“I’m your good girl,” you moaned as she drove in particularly deep. “I’m your little slut. I came here so you could fuck me. Please—harder—”
Without response she did what you wanted. The dual sensation of the thick cock and her thumb suddenly circling your clit ripped a broken sound out of you.
“oh God—I’m going to come—”
“Not yet. Hold it. Tell me how much you need it first.”
“I need it so bad,” you sobbed, hips rolling to meet every thrust. “I need your cock. I need to come on it. Please let me—please—”
“Come for me,” she ordered at last, voice rough. “Come on Mommy’s cock right now. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm hit hard. Your back arched, thighs shaking around her waist as you pulsed and dripped around the silicone, a high, helpless cry spilling out of you. “Mommy—fuck—yes—”
Daniela fucked you through it, relentless, until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did she slow, still buried deep, and lean down to kiss you.
“Good girl,” she whispered against your lips. “So fucking good for me.”
She pulled out carefully. The strap glistened. Daniela unbuckled the harness with practiced fingers, set it aside, and climbed over you so her knees bracketed your head.
“Your turn to take care of Mommy. Use that pretty mouth. Tell me how I taste.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. You licked into her, greedy, tasting how wet she was from fucking you. “You taste so good, Mommy—wet and sweet—”
Daniela’s hand settled in your hair again, guiding you exactly where she wanted. You sucked her clit, slid two fingers inside her, curled them until she was grinding down onto your face with soft, broken sounds.
“That’s it—right there—don’t stop—tell me you’re going to make Mommy come.”
“I’m going to make you come,” you murmured against her, fingers working steadily. “I want to feel it. Please come on my tongue.”
She did—with a low, shuddering moan, thighs trembling around your head, cunt fluttering around your fingers. You kept licking until she gently pushed you away, breathless and flushed.
Afterward she pulled you up onto the couch, wrapped the robe around both of you, and held you against her chest. Her heartbeat was still elevated under your ear. One hand stroked slow paths up and down your spine.
“You’re staying the night,” she said quietly. “Alexia wakes up early. You’ll help me with breakfast, and then you'll help me finish the presentation notes like a good girl. Understood?”
You nodded against her skin, voice soft. “Yes”
Daniela kissed the top of your head, lingering. “And next time,” she added, voice low and certain, “I’m going to keep you longer. Maybe the whole weekend. We’ll see how quiet you can be when she’s napping. How well you can still take Mommy’s cock with your hand over your mouth so you don’t wake her. How many times I can make you come before you start begging me to stop.”
Her fingers traced idle circles between your shoulder blades.
“You’ve been very good for me tonight. Better than I expected. I think I’ll keep you.”
You pressed closer, already half-asleep and still aching in the best way. “I think I'd like that”
She smiled against your hair. “I know you will”
a/n: hope you guys liked this cause i LOVED IT
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