Her eyes light up as she gets an idea, and I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared.
“Come with me,” she says, snatching me by the hand and dragging me across the club toward the small shop on the other side. I keep glancing around skeptically, afraid one of the guys will see me with her and start asking questions.
“I know you guys have it…” she says as she browses the selection of high-end sex toys in the glass case. “There it is!”
When I glance down at what she’s pointing at, my cheeks start to pale. “You want me to wear a butt plug to punish him?”
She knocks my shoulder with a delicate laugh. “It’s not for you, babe.”
As Monica, the young clerk who mans our shop, approaches, I quickly turn away as if I’m not shopping for myself. Eden points out what she wants and shoves it into my hands. I’m staring down at the clear plastic box holding the black silicone plug.
Beau is not going to go for this. It’s too soon, isn’t it?
“Wait…how is this punishment?”
She takes the box and flips it over to show me the underside. “It’s remote-controlled and connects to your phone. Put this in him and tease him with it all day long. If your brat wants to come, you can use this thing to make him come so much, he’ll never want to come again.”
I bite my bottom lip as I imagine his torment. I’m so distracted that I don’t even bother being embarrassed when I tell Monica to charge it to my account.
After thanking Eden, I slip the plug into my purse as I head toward the door. Before I leave the parking lot, I write a text response to Beau.
I hope that was worth it.
A moment later he responds.
Do your best, ma’am.
I can’t stop smiling as I drive home, climb into bed, and for the first time in a long time, I’m excited for tomorrow and it has nothing to do with work.
Rule #17: Fuck around and find out.
Beau
This morning I got a text.
The door code is 1025. Let yourself in and take off everything but your underwear. Be in position in my office at 9:00am on the dot. I’m taking Ringo for a walk. Don’t be late.
There’s a black cushion on the floor in the entryway of her house when I let myself in.
Is it weird how much I love it when she gets bossy? Probably not, since that’s what I’m here for, right? But fuck, it turns me on when she packs away that sweet and timid version of herself and really lets the bossy bitch take over. It’s hot as fuck.
Even I know I shouldn’t be too excited today. I’m aware that I’m in for it. I wouldn’t have done what I did if I didn’t know I’d pay for it. I just wish I knew what the punishment would be. Does she have a paddle and whip around here somewhere? Will she make me hold tea on my head again for an hour? I hope not. Is it wishful thinking to hope for another torturous blow job? Probably.
The house is quiet when I let myself in. It’s weird not to have that big gray monster greeting me at the door when I close it behind me. I glance down at my phone and notice I only have four minutes to get in position, so I quickly tear off my shirt and shorts and slip off my shoes, leaving it all in a pile on the floor as I grab the pillow and run to her office.
Of course, she’s late. Nine o’clock comes and goes, and it’s not until 9:07, according to the clock on the wall, when I hear the front door open. She’s talking sweetly to Ringo as I hear her take off his leash and feed him a treat from the jar in the kitchen. He finds me before her, greeting me with a kiss on the nose before she follows behind him, barking a command for him to go lie down, which he does.
Then, she mostly ignores me. Walking to her desk, she only impatiently mutters, “Do not leave your clothes on the floor in my house. Fold them and place them on the guest bed from now on.”