Slave to the Grind (Patreon)

Kulkum managed to sneak a blurb in between school and work, so enjoy.

"Paperwork" by Kulkum

“Judy, come on!”

“What was that, Office Wilde?” It was hard not to grin at the need in his tone or the fact that his ears were pinned so far back on his head that they were unseen from her angle in his lap. The show of teeth in a low growl at her words made her tsk lightly as she pulled her hips up, suppressing the sounds of her own need as she kept her paws busy on the keyboard. Somehow. “I don’t think I said you were dismissed yet, so you have to address me by my rank.”

“Yes, Lieutenant Hopps,” he ground out through lightly bared teeth as she gave an approving nod before sliiiiiding back down onto his achingly hard cock. She kept herself from making a sound still, though she couldn’t stop the way her folds squeezed down around him when she felt his knot nestle against her outer lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t finish my paperwork on time, Lieutenant Hopps.”

“Well, ‘I’m sorry’ just isn’t going to cut it,” she said, looking over her shoulder to smirk at him. “This is the fourth night I’ve had to wait for my fox to get home because he waited until the last minute to file his reports. So you just have to put up with your superior officer riding you until they’re finished.”

She accompanied the word ‘riding’ with a few quick pumps of her hips that had him whining lightly and pushing his hips up to meet her. She had to admit that he was being a very good subordinate, with his paws gripping the chair when she knew he wanted to grab her hips. All things in time, she knew. When she was finished with his paperwork, she fully expected to be bent over the desk with his teeth at the back of her neck and his knot swelling as he filled her. But not until the damned paperwork was done.

“We could already be home, on round two or three, if you would just get your paperwork finished on time,” she commented when he raised lust hazed eyes to look at her, licking her lips lightly as she enjoyed this complete abuse of her rank over her mate. “Maybe you’ll think of that next time. Now, bite the bullet and hold on. Only three pages left.”