She lets out a whimper that's most of the way to a 'mhm', but what she says, softly and sincerely and staring up into his eyes, is, "Please, sir, use me however you want."

What he wants is complicated. What he wants is to fuck her while she thanks him over and over again, what he wants is to have the self control and confidence to be able to stop and order her under the desk and make her squirm and wait for 15 minutes (or 5, he'll take 5) until he wants to use her, what he wants is to stop having things go sideways and actually go the way he wants. But he'll settle for having his dick sucked. That's still pretty good, right?  "Unzip my pants then, slut," he tells her. 

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

It takes her a moment to let her hands out from behind her back and another moment to roll her shoulders and flex her fingers and remember how having hands works again, but then she's leaning forward eagerly to obey.

He's slightly confused for a moment, before he remembers that he told her to put her arms behind her back. Has she left them there the whole time? (She has.) Fuck that's hot. His cock strains against his pants even more now, as she undoes his pants for him. "Pull it down," he tells her once that's done, and shifts to help her do it, using his hands to lift his body to make enough space for the waistband to be pulled down.

She obeys, leaning forward even more eagerly, but keeping herself far enough back not to touch his cock without permission even though it couldn't be clearer that her whole body yearns desperately to touch his cock.

He likes the way she yearns for his cock. His cock yearns for her mouth, for that matter, as is visibly obvious when she pulls down his pants. (It also yearns for her cunt.)

But even so, he's not going to let her suck without at least a little begging. He owes himself (and her) that much. "You want my cock now, slut?" he asks her. "You want it in your mouth?" 

Whimper. "Yes sir. Please, sir. Please let me serve your pleasure, sir."

....that's really, indisputably hot. Fuck. He should make her beg a little more, though, right? (Fuck he wants her to serve his pleasure.) "Lick it," he tells her. "Show me just how much you want to serve my pleasure." 

She presses her face against his crotch, and breathes, slowly, marshaling her self-control; and then she runs her tongue all the way up his shaft, slow and worshipful, and reverently kisses the tip when she gets there. (With perhaps a little more tongue than she strictly intended.)

That's.... that's okay he, he, doesn't mind the tongue. At all. 

He also can't really... "Suck!" he commands, with urgency in his voice. 

She wraps her lips around his cock and slides her mouth down around it, bringing a hand up to wrap around the base at the same time. He sounds like he might be right on the edge, and as much as her throat is begging to be fucked, what's important is making sure she serves his pleasure as best she can even if she doesn't have time to deep-throat him.

She does not have time to deep throat him. She barely has time to wrap her lips around the tip before he's cumming, filling her mouth with his seed. "Fuck," he says, at the sensation of her mouth around him, the hand on the base, enhancing the experience as he cums. It feels really good, and also he's glad he didn't actually get it anywhere else again. "Fuck that feels good," he says, still cumming. It really really does. 

Rosy happily swallows his cum, squeezing and stroking him with her hand, trying to get a feel for when he'll be getting oversensitive so she can ease off and not overstimulate him.

He's fine for a while, but does start to feel sensitive. He tries to endure it, squirming and breathing faster. 

Her hand goes still and slowly lets go, and she tries to pull her mouth off as gently as possible.

"Thank you sir," she murmurs.

Still, hot. Still hot. Dang. "You're welcome, slut," he says, grinning. "That was... that was a lot of fun." He still wishes he hadn't lost so much control, and they might not have time to do the desk toy things he wanted to do now, but it was fun. Especially the clothespins, and the groping afterwards. Fuck, the groping afterwards was good. 

She smiles radiantly up at him. "Mhmmm."

She's very cute when she's like that. "Fun for you too, it sounds like?" He grins at her. 

"Mhm." She nods, and tilts sideways to snuggle his leg, resting her head on his knee.

"I'm glad." He tries to wrap an arm around her, and succeeds, kinda. He's leaned over a bit uncomfortably. "I... I really enjoy the way you enjoy this, you know. How you're doing all this for me, because you want to. It's... I don't know, it's hot and good and I like it I guess." 

Cozy happy nodding.

"...li'l loopy still," she concludes, nuzzling him. "Mm. Should I..." She tries to gesture at the scattered clothespins.

He's not sure what she's asking. "If you're asking if we should clean them up, I think they can wait," he tells her, pulling her closer. If she's loopy he should probably be helping with that. Hugs help with that, right? 

"Hmmm..."

She relaxes into his hug for a few seconds, then kisses his cheek, extracts herself from his arms, and starts picking up clothespins (with a happy little shiver).

John is very confused. Does she want to clean them up? Apparently she does! He freezes for a moment, not sure what to do, but seeing her clean up on her own (mostly his fault anyways) is making him feel guilty. Feeling pretty foolish, he pulls his pants back up, and goes to help. 

She shakes her head and laughs softly. It doesn't take long to get them all picked up and put away, and then she nudges the drawer shut and climbs up onto the bed. Snuggle time?