But if he trusts me enough to give his body to me, then I can trust him enough to give him my heart. I hope.
Rule #29: Don’t sass your Domme and expect to come.
Beau
“Done.” I’m standing in the doorway to her office as she holds up a finger, gesturing to her earbud, meaning she’s currently on a call. I lean against the doorjamb and wait for her to finish, wearing only a pair of jeans and no shirt. I watch as her eyes rake over my body, and I’m not the least bit surprised when she curls her finger at me in a summoning motion.
Quietly, I cross the room, standing in front of her as she silently smiles up at me. Her fingers reach out to brush my abs before glancing back at the computer screen. “I’ve already signed those in the portal,” she says to whoever is on the other line.
Then she turns her attention back to me, running her fingers above the seam of my pants, sending shivers across my stomach. With her eyes forward, she slowly unbuttons my jeans, and my breath hitches as I wait. Tugging them down, she gets them low enough to pull out my cock, which is still mostly soft. I love when she gets me hard with her touch, taking me by surprise, so I never even see it coming.
“If the sellers need to close on the first, then we’ll have to sign them by proxy. I won’t get there until the third,” she says.
My eyes widen when I realize she could be talking to my dad. I swallow as I stare down at her, watching her stroke my quickly growing dick. I’m studying her face for any sign that it’s him or not, but it’s clearly not having any effect on my arousal.
Fuck, do I want it to be him? Or do I not? On one hand, it’d be a killer act of rebellion, but on the other…thinking about my dad doesn’t exactly help me get in the mood.
It’s been a week since I told Maggie I’d go to Phoenix with her, and I meant it. I still really want to, but…what the fuck am I going to say to my dad? It’s too suspicious to move to Phoenix at the same time she does…and for no real reason. We have to tell everyone the truth, and the clock is ticking.
She’s leaving in ten days. We’re leaving in ten days.
I’ve spent the last week repacking the things she’s going to need, but right now, her plan is to rent out the new house while she’s gone and find something furnished in Phoenix that will work short term. As for me, I don’t have much to pack. I’ve moved so many times in the past couple years that I purged my crap down to almost nothing. I had that place with Charlie before moving in with Dash for a while and then back in with my mom. I could literally fit my belongings into a single fucking box.
It’s moments like these I want to remind Maggie that I’m a loser. She has this beautiful house, a great paying job, owns a fucking company, takes care of a dog, and I’m a homeless, jobless loser.
But it’s hard to think about any of that when she brings the tip of my now hard cock to her tongue, licking a torturous circle around the head. I’d enjoy this a lot more if I thought for a second, she was going to let me come at the end of it. But I know better. Edging me to the point of pain is her favorite thing to do. She’ll do this shit all day, and if she’s really feeling evil, she’ll send me home and make me promise not to touch myself.
And I don’t. I’ve learned my lesson. Being a brat is only fun for so long because sometimes the punishment really fucking sucks.
My ass is still sore and bruised with the proof of that fact.
I have to bite the knuckle of my middle finger to keep from groaning when she takes my cock all the way into her mouth, coating it with saliva. After pulling off, it’s wet enough that she can stroke me through the rest of her call.
When I reach the verge of coming, she slowly shakes her head as she stares up at me.
Just after she hangs up with, who I assume now is the realtor in Phoenix, I’m ready to start begging.