Kinktober Day 4 - Boot Worship
There was nothing better than a peaceful day at the factory. Karl sat at his desk, quietly writing in his journal while you relaxed on the floor beside him. The Duke hadn’t returned yet with new books, so you had decided to doodle on a scrap piece of paper. The sound of pencils moving across your respective pages filled the small space, blending well with the mechanical hum beneath you.
Every once in a while, you’d sneak a glance at Karl, enjoying watching him in his element. When journaling, he often became lost in his thoughts, his expression changing depending on who he was writing about. You liked to try and guess who he was thinking about. It was a challenge to discern between his Alcina and Miranda reactions. Both triggered his scowl. Your favorite was when his eyes would soften and a small, genuine smile would appear. You knew that was when he was thinking of you.
He looked comfortable today. The sleeves of his button-up were rolled to his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms. One leg was crossed over the other, putting the toe of his boot inches from your face. Whenever Karl struggled to find his words, his foot bounced. It was cute, like a puppy kicking in its sleep. You knew better than to voice that comparison though. He would pout and make a pointed effort to break the habit.
You tried to go back to your drawing. You’d hate to make Karl self-conscious, but the motion in your peripheral was hard to ignore. The pencil scratches would slow and then you’d catch the slight twitch. It’d pause before becoming constant, only settling down once his writing resumed.
You grinned. God damn, you loved this man. No one else in the village got to see this side of him. Just you.
Without much thought, you leaned over and planted a quick kiss to his boot. Almost instantly, you heard Karl’s breath hitch. His leg stilled as he turned to you. “What was that for, Buttercup?”
You looked over your shoulder, amused to see his bewildered expression. Gentle affection always did confuse him. “No reason. Just thinking about how much I love you. It’s a lot.”
He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. His small smile grew and if you watched closely, you could see the tips of his ears turning red. “I love you too, doll… a lot.” He reached down to give your scalp a quick scritch. “You’re a peach.”
You sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy his touch. It was brief, but the feel of his nails against your skin was heavenly. Was it any wonder he liked it when you ran your hands through his hair? You were slightly disappointed when he pulled away.
An impish idea popped into your head and you snickered, ignoring the quizzical look Karl gave you. Busying yourself with your sketch, you waited until he turned back to his journal. The seconds seemed to drag on as you pretended to examine lines and shading.
Once you were sure he had dived back into his thoughts, you shifted, moving to kiss his other boot beneath the desk. Again, Karl froze, only this time he raised his brow when he glanced down at you. You rested your cheek on his knee, fixing him with your sweetest stare.
Tapping the end of his pencil, he slowly returned his hand to your scalp, rubbing all the right spots. You leaned into it, practically purring. He stopped and you gave another kiss, eyes never leaving his.
He smirked. “You little shit…” You bumped his hand and he chuckled. “Oh no. Now that I know what you’re trying to pull, I’m not giving it to you that easily. You want me to pet you, then you can work for it.”
You huffed. Throwing your drawing supplies to the side, you rolled onto your knees and bent down. Lavishing kisses across the front of his boot, you paid special attention to the straps that crossed over his ankle. You were well aware of the fact that Karl had dropped his pencil to watch you instead and, knowing it would drive him mad, you licked a long stripe up the leather. It was rough against your tongue, a bit bitter in taste, but you loved the way it made Karl’s muscles tense.
You continued your work up his shoe, lapping at each crease and crack you found. Your teeth grazed a line of stitching, nipping at a loose thread. Reaching the top of the boot, you let your lips play with the edge. You gave his pant leg a light tug with your mouth.
Meeting Karl’s gaze again, you caught him staring hungrily. His pupils were wide as he gripped the arms of his chair. You moved back to the foot propped on his knee to give it the same treatment. Up and down, licking and kissing, you traced a path until the leather glistened from your saliva.
“Holy fuck…” Karl wet his lips and started to palm himself through his pants. He was hard, already plenty visible through the fabric. A surge of pride rippled in your chest. You had done that. Karl was getting aroused by your actions.
You wanted more, you decided.
Guiding his foot back to the floor, you crawled underneath the desk. You had to tip your head to avoid hitting it on the wood above you, but it was worth it to see Karl riled up. You swatted his hand away from his crotch.
“Buttercup, you are playing a dangerous game.” His voice was rough, eyes dark as he held the back of your neck. His hold was light for now, but you knew it would tighten the moment he demanded control. “If you keep it up, I’m gonna want to fuck that devilish mouth of yours. You’ve more than earned some loving, so if you want to back out now, speak up.”
You merely mouthed at the bulge in front of you.
Karl growled, giving your hair a small tug. He looked pleased. “Alright then. Get ready.” Together, you undid the buckles on his pants and belts. He shoved the clothes down just enough to expose his hardened cock. “Show it the same attention you did my boots.”
You didn’t need to be told twice, already running your tongue up his shaft. Karl’s head fell back with a satisfying groan. You took the tip of his dick into your mouth. Caressing the rest with your fingertips, you explored just as he liked to do to you. A slow brush beneath the ridge caused his moans to deepen, while a bit of extra pressure to the base made his thighs tremble.
“Where the hell did you learn to suck cock so well?” he asked between sighs.
Taking a breath through your nose, you took him in as far as you could, gagging a bit as he hit the back of your throat.
“Jesus!” He dug his fingers into your neck, pushing and pulling until you had a rhythm going. “Holy shit, don’t stop, Buttercup. Don’t even think of fucking stopping! Keep it up, just like that.”
You let him manhandle you, focusing on working him with your tongue and hands. Even as his hips started to buck, thrusting him deeper than you were expecting, you kept massaging those points. The swears and grunts pouring from his lips were all the motivation you needed. Pre-cum dribbled onto your tastebuds, a salty sample of what was in store.
His abdomen clenched in warning. “Y/N!” He shouted your name, shooting hot release down your throat. You continued pleasuring him through his orgasm, his hand pulling you away when it became too much.
His eyes were glassy as he panted, wiping a couple stray tears from your face. You smiled, opening your mouth to reveal that you had swallowed every drop of his load. Despite his exhaustion, he smirked.
“There’s a good pup,” he said proudly. Both hands went to your hair, rubbing perfect, soothing circles. “Well done.”
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