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i am shy so this is going on anon-

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but authority kink + boot worship kink w/ price would make me normal (ok it wouldn't but i can pretend- i keep thinking about it and i'm losing it)

you are so precious stop <3 i am literally not gonna do this justice but holy hell. i also feel embarrassed writing this but AH. AH!!

i feel like when price is home he definitely separates and detaches from 'captain price'; but, something made him twitch when you teasingly said it one time. it was in the morning before you had to get ready for work, price's hands grabbing at your waist while you pressed down against his crotch. your fingers tangled with the dog chain as one hand gently held his neck and your lips attaching to the other side.

"you gotta get ready for work," he mumbles, wanting you to stay there but he knows you'll be late if it goes any further. huffing in defeat, your body slides off his and makes its way off the bed, the t-shirt you are wearing falling down to cover your ass.

"understood, captain price." your hand waves him off jokingly as you slip into the bathroom, closing the door to get ready. the lump in his throat getting pushed down as he swallows, hand reaching for his cock over the blanket to adjust him self.

it was one thing to hear everyone else say it, but to hear you say it was completely different. the context was flirty, not stern or worrisome like he was going to have to deal with another problem arising.

so, when you got home later that day, slipping in through the front door as your keys clanked against the entryway table. "john?" you called out, body perking up when you heard his voice come from his office. knocking softly, you pushed open the door to see price sat at his desk; feet propped up on the edge with a file on his lap as he lazily shifted through the papers. his eyes glanced up at you as you stood in the doorway, a grin appearing on his face.

"wanna report how your day was?" and you couldn't help but smile, the word report making you chuckle softly.

"report? like i'm one of your soldiers?" you teased, but didn't know that was exactly what he meant.

"didn't stutter, did i?" the words causing your lips to part, stunned by the side you rarely saw of him.

"no-" before finishing your sentence, his voice cut you off.

"address me properly." there was no hesitation in the words, he didn't think twice about correcting you. three ticks of a clock hand later you nodded, your posture straightening.

"no, captain price." your words slightly louder than your normal sound level and clearer.

"c'mere," his hand tosses the file onto his desk, finger motioning you towards him as he swivels his chair to face to the side. per his command, your about to walk over when his voice stops you again. "crawl."

the word causes you to freeze again, but you don't protest or question him. slowly, your body lowers to the ground and palms press against the wood floor with your knees. out of embarrassment, you don't dare look at him as you make your way over. but, the feeling of his eyes burning into you is undeniable.

once in front of him, you kneel between his spread legs. his body leaning forward in the chair as his hand reaches for your chin, grabbing it between his thumb and index finger. "what a good girl," price murmurs, tilting your head upwards. "listening to my orders so well."

your eyes deflected from his view until he tilted your head, cheeks warming at his praise. he noticed as you shifted slightly on your knees, hips wriggling due to the heat building between your thighs. releasing your chin, he sat back in his chair as one foot pushed its way between your knees and forced them to spread your legs apart. the front of his boot pressing against your crotch as he dragged up slightly before pulling it back.

"clothes off, now." another order you quickly obliged with as you removed your clothes and once again kneeled before him; your body completely exposed to him. no facial muscles expressed his emotions as he stared blankly at you, the lack of it making you shy. but, the boot meeting your bare cunt again as you jolted upward from the contact of it against you.

"joh-" it was too late, the slip up noticed by him as he pulled the boot back again. a grin forming on his face once more as he leaned forward.

"what did i say?" he questioned, eyes burning directly into yours.

"to address you properly." you responded, hands eager to reach for your folds and to slip a finger past them to start fucking yourself with it.

"then why did you fuck up? hm?" his hands reached to grab under your armpits, guiding your body to rest you on his boot. his fingertips grazing down your arms as he made your wrap your arms around his leg. price leaned forward to be closer to your ear as his hot breath sent goosebumps across your skin, "aren't you a good girl?"

your chin rested on his knee as you looked up at him, giving him a small nod before you spoke, "always for you, captain." one of his hands grabbing at the back of your head to give your hair a gentle tug as a smile forms on his face.

"show me then, darling." the hand grasping your hair keeps its hold as he sits back in his chair, nodding his head as a signal for you. slowly, your hips pushed forward and back against his boot.

as you kept going, the burning sensation the laces built against your folds caused small winces to escape your lips; which led price to coo at you. fingers scratching the back of your head as he reminded you of what a good girl you were being and that you just needed to be reminded how to follow orders.

"i'm sorry, captain." the whine somewhat muffled as your forehead pressed against his knee, your body aching as the warmth between your thighs built and wetness pooled on his boot. hips rocking your body as you increased the pace, eager to get yourself off from the friction. your arms tightened around his leg as you pulled yourself closer.

"you look so pathetic," he murmured, watching you as your head lifted up with your lips parted as breathy moans would spill from them. "but such a good girl. keep fuckin' riding it." the overstimulation the laces caused pushing you to a squick release as you now sat in a pool of your juices that slid down the curves of the boot. pulling your body away, you sat on the floor and caught your breath.

"tsk, not done yet," his foot placing itself between your thighs as he gently pushed your body back further, allowing enough room in front of you to lean down to align your face with the boot. the rigid soles of the shoe causing you to let out a small whine as it came in contact with your sensitive cunt. "gotta clean it up for me, darlin'."

now knowing better than to go against him, you leaned down and got your face close to his boot; tongue gliding across the sides where your juices had dripped. dragging it to the flat surface at the top of the boot, you cleaned the mess you left behind as you consumed it into your mouth. the whimper that left your body unable to stop itself as the embarrassment took over again.

but, before you could finish cleaning the rest, price stood from the chair and bent down to pick you off the floor. your body submitting to him as you let him help you up; which then led to him picking you up as you clung around his body.

"did 's good, darlin." price murmurs as he takes the both of you out of his office and up to your bedroom.

i got lazy towards the end and rushed it</3 but shout out to @metalsprinkles - i will be kissing their brain for their comment about humping the boot and licking in clean that made this possible hehe