She gulped audibly. He made her feel so inexperienced because she couldn't anticipate his moves or what he would say next. "What if I told you that that's what I've been imagining all this time as I worked?" She said boldly, hoping her voice didn't betray her.
John took Clara's hand and let her feel the bulge in his trousers. He smirked down at her and growled into her ear, "I've been thinking about it since I first saw you..." He was breathing heavily, his pulse rising, "I want you underneath me, moaning my name, calling me Sir, calling me daddy, whichever you'd prefer..."
Clara bit her lip hard and squeezed him through his trousers. Excited that she was coming in contact with his dick again. "Personally, I like 'daddy' a lot." She admitted, her cheeks blazing red. Would he want to do it now? She hoped not. The office was not sound-proof and she was afraid that a lot of filthy things would come out of her mouth.
John started to kiss down the length of Clara's neck, growling out his next sentence, "Always had the daddy kink, Oswald?" He questioned her, his breath hot against her neck as he reached in-between her legs and touched her with the palm of his hand.
She exposed more of her neck to him, enjoying his ministrations and pressed closer to his hand as she gripped him tighter. "It might have been dormant before I met you. But that time in that hotel room, I so wanted to call you daddy." She let out a moan and bit her lip. She didn't do it back then because she thought he would think she had daddy issues.
John roughly sucked on Clara's neck, leaving hickeys all over her neck. He smirked to himself and removed his hand from in-between her thighs. John pushed her back against his desk, leaning in to kiss her, "You can call me daddy now, sweetheart."
She pulled him the lapels of his jacket and pecked his lips, then started kissing his jaw line and down his neck, missing the beard slightly, but she was loving this look so far. "For me to call you 'daddy' you have to earn it, sir." She whispered huskily by his ear as she started unbuckling his belt.
John smirked, his fingers on the edge of Clara's skirt before he lifted her up and sat her on top of his desk, growling as she kissed his jawline and neck. "Oh, I've already earned the title of Sir, have I?" He asked her, a wide grin on his lips.
She stopped what she was doing to pull up her pencil skirt a little, giving her room to spread her legs so he could stand between them. His belt unbuckled, Clara undid the button to open his trousers and then his zipper. She brought her small, soft hands to his face and caressed his cheekbones. "Only because you are my boss."
John watched Clara and kissed the palm of her hand as she caressed his cheekbones, "Yeah, that's the reason..." He snorted, a smirk on his face as he kneeled down in-between Clara's legs, his teeth gripping her underwear as he pulled them down with his teeth.
"Oi!" She yelped but he was too quick, already dragging her panties down her legs with his teeth. "Rude!" She admonished him softly. "What if I was wearing granny underwear!? You have to ask first, you scoundrel." She finished with light laugh but at the same time she was excited.
John grinned up at her, a certain playful sparkle in his blue eyes, "As if you'd wear granny underwear," he winked at her, threw her underwear on the floor and pressed his tongue against her, waiting for her reaction.
She inhaled sharply and brought a fist to her mouth, biting it softly. She had been wanting to come across him since she came here, not quite like this but this was still quite good. Her legs trembled slightly and she tried to close them involuntarily.
John growled against her and held her hips down, his tongue flicking over her clit, "Stay the fuck still." He demanded, his voice a lot more confident and deeper than it was before.
Something in her told him that John was quite changed from the man she had met back then. She welcomed the changes but just wondered what the fuck had happened to him in the past six years. She opened her legs wider for him, consenting to his demand and also letting him know she was at his mercy. "Sorry, sir." She said, breathless.
John winked up at Clara, flicked his tongue over her clit one more time before he stood up, pulled off his trousers and boxers and slowly pushed himself inside of her, grabbing her face for her to look at him, a growl forming in his throat. His eyes were hypnotizing and the way he was controlling her was way different than that one time but she'll be damned if she said she didn't like it. She loved and she craved more of his controlling/demanding side of him. She let out a moan as her hands went to grasp his sides, she was certain she was wrinkling his jacket but she didn't give a fuck about that. John wrapped his fingers around Clara's throat, squeezing gently as his blue eyes locked with hers. He slowly started to move his hips, licking his bottom lip as he heard her moan. He had missed hearing her moan and had definitely missed touching her.
She wrapped his legs around his waist, trying to urge him to go faster while also pulling him closer. They didn't have the luxury to take their sweet time fucking around in his office. "Hurry the fuck up." She whispered harshly, her eyes blazing with lust, daring him to close his fingers around her throat tighter.
John smirked at Clara, his grip around her neck growing tighter until he was choking her, his hips moving faster as he pounded into her, going as deep as he possibly could. She bit her lip hard, her hands stopped holding his jacket until they were resting on his desk, careful not to touch any of the papers. The deprivation of air made her feel more aware of his cock inside her. She closed his eyes briefly, a smile on her face as he pounded into her. She couldn't talk and she wasn't even sure she would have wanted to. John nuzzled his face into Clara's neck, pounding inside of her until he was hitting her g spot. He reached inbetween her thighs and rubbed her clit, growling and swearing against her neck, squeezing her neck tighter until he heard her gag.
Her blood was pounding in her head and it was a good sensation. She had never tried choking during sex but now she was certain she would try it again. She gagged a bit and breathed a bit through her nose as he started hitting her g-spot. She was sure she was going to come soon. "Oh, fuck." She croaked, her walls squeezing him as he rubbed her clit, she would come soon.
John groaned loudly against Clara's ear, panting heavily, "Fuck, you feel so good…" He growled, moving deeper and harder inside of her until the desk was moving and they were knocking photo frames off of his desk. He released her throat, wanting to listen to her scream his name.
She took a deep lungful of air as he pounded into her. Everyone must know by now was going on. The desk scratching against the floor, frames falling of his desk...yes, it was quite obvious what they were doing. Her walls were started to clamp him tight, a ball of energy forming in her nether regions and she roughly took his chin with one hand, looked him straight in the eyes, brown lustful eyes looking at his blue ones and kissed him roughly for a few seconds before parting and saying, "Give me all you've got, daddy. I'm so goddamn close."
John kissed Clara hard, biting roughly down on her lip as he dived his tongue into her mouth, pounding into her until he pushed her down flat against the desk, his hand on her breast as he pinched her nipple, "Be a good girl and come for me, my dirty little slut.."
The little pet name might be considered degrading but it was certainly what brought her over the edge. She moaned loudly, her back arching and her toes curling as she came around him. She had done as daddy had told her to. John came a few minutes after Clara, groaning loudly, "Fuck!" He yelled, pressing lazy open-mouthed kisses to her neck as he slowed his hips down. John smirked down at Clara, slapping her in the face lightly, "Good girl." He muttered, kissing her again.
She kissed him back, it was kind of sloppy because she had came so hard, it felt like she had run a marathon and she wasn't sure if she could even stand. He had shagged her within an inch of her life, on his desk and she had loved every minute of it. She broke the kiss reluctantly, she needed to breathe. "You've changed a lot." She said. It wasn't an accusation, just a mere observation.
John smirked down at her and kissed along Clara's jawline, "Six years, changes a man..." He muttered, groaning quietly as he pulled out of her. He kissed her forehead with as much care as he had the first time he met her. "You've certainly become more beautiful than you already were, Miss Oswald..." He winked at his secretary and leaned down to pull his boxers on and then his trousers, doing up his belt. "Are you on the pill? I'm sure you don't want a mini me running around." He said bluntly, flattening his suit jacket with his hands. His icy blue eyes cast over Clara, her body was still so beautiful.
Clara made an effort to get her skirt down as he was putting on his boxers but didn't make an effort to stand up. She was still breathing quite heavily and she felt a bit sweaty. "Yes, I'm on the pill and I do agree, I don't want a little John Smith running around. Double the headache, no thanks, boss." She touched her neck and winced a bit, then sat up, looking at him as she leaned forward, hands gripping the edge of the desk. "I hope I don't have any hickeys on my neck."
John raised his eyebrow at Clara, "I give you headaches? Are we forgetting I just gave you a mind blowing orgasm?" He questioned her, a boyish smirk on his lips. He picked up her underwear, smirked at her and put them in his pocket. John stepped forward and inspected her neck, "You have quite a few yeah, some marks from me choking you too. You alright?" He asked her, his fingers tracing her bruises and marks.
"You will give me headache and thanks for the orgasm. Really needed it." When he picked up her underwear, she thought he was going to give them to her. No such luck. She scowled but at his tenderness, she lessened it a bit. "I am alright. Just thinking about the fact that possibly everyone heard us shagging and if they didn't my neck is the proof of that. Or they'll think I got assaulted."
John kissed Clara's neck a few more times, "Sorry, I'm a little rough..." He apologised and turned around to grab a long scarf from his chair and wrapped it around her neck, "Well, everyone was on their lunch break so I don't think they heard us…"
"It's lunch break already!?" She asked alarmed as she hoped off the desk, her knees still a bit wobbly. "I told Holly I would meet her at the cafe for lunch, oh fuck me!" She started biting her nails then stopped, took a deep breath and counted to ten, then released. "Okay." She said softly as she fingered the scarf. "Any chance I can get my underwear back, Mr. Smith?"
John caught Clara as she jumped off of his desk and wrapped his arms around her, "Woah, calm down. I'm sure she's still waiting for you..." He muttered, helping her stand up straight in case she fell. He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his Scottish accent more pronounced. "No, I think I might keep them..." He told her, a smirk on his face as he pulled them out of his pocket and held them to his face. John laughed, winked at Clara and moved to sit behind his desk, her underwear still in his hands.
"You said I deserved a trophy, these can be my trophy."
"Oh? Fucking me is not enough?" She asked cheekily as she opened the side drawer of his desk and sure enough, there was a small mirror there. She picked it up and lowered the scarf to look at her neck and she grimaced slightly and threw him a look. "I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you've done to me." She put the mirror inside the drawer and closed it, then walked towards him and kissed his cheek. "I better get going."
John watched Clara, an evident smirk on his face. She was so fun to look at. He ran a hand through his thick hair, smiling faintly at the kiss on his cheek. He turned his face towards her, "I can do worse than that, you're still walking..." He winked at her and caught Clara's wrist before she could leave. "My driver will pick you up after work, seven tonight, we're going out to dinner." He told her, not really giving her a choice.
She smiled softly, yes, fortunately she was still walking. She thanked her fucking stars for that. She raised an eyebrow at him. Did he think he could come back into her life unexpectedly and take control of it?
"What if I told you that I have plans tonight?" She asked, testing him.
John stepped closer to Clara, letting out a sigh, "You really are as much as a control freak as I am..." He trailed off, towering over her in height as he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets.
She looked up at him, hands on her hips. Oh no, he wasn't going to intimidate her with his beautiful voice and height. No chance. "I might accept if you ask nicely."
John reached out to touch Clara's hand, his fingers stroking her skin, eyes on her hand instead of her face, "Please may you come to dinner with me after work, tonight at seven pm, Miss Oswald?"
She took a little bit of pity on him. Such a sweet man, but he couldn't even make eye-contact, not that she minded that much. "No." She said simply, wanting to see his reaction.
John looked at her, his blue eyes locking with hers, "No?" He questioned her, his eyes squinting. He had just fucked her and she had screamed his name and now she was refusing to go out to dinner with him? What did she want?
She let out a laugh and lightly patted his cheek. "You are adorable. I will go, I was just teasing. I'll be ready at seven, I'll send you the address." She reached up, kissed his chin and winked at him as she adjusted the scarf around her neck and left for lunch.
John nodded, a blush creeping up his neck. Clara Oswald was the only woman to ever make him blush and weak at the knees all at the same time. He smirked at the kiss she gave him and as she walked out of the door, came up with a line to make it look as if they had been discussing work in his office, "Don't forget to send me the information of our next model for the new clothing line that's been designed!"
The door had closed behind her but she heard him anyway. "Dick." She muttered under her breath, but she was smiling. There were a few people coming in, mainly some interns and no one looked at her weird. God, she was done working at five and now she was certain that the day would drag on. She took a taxi to meet Holly and she was scolded a bit but that was it, then she came back to work again. She felt that everyone could tell what she had done, which was stupid.
By the end of the day, John Smith had finished all his emails, future meetings and everything he needed to do within his six hours at work. He chewed his bottom lip, stood up and closed everything down in his office, switching off the lights. He sorted out his hair and walked out of the building, getting into his car and driving to the restaurant. John sent a car to Clara's flat, it was a black Royals Royce, his favourite car.