“Yes, ma’am,” I mumble, still staring at the floor.
She ignores me for a while longer, typing away at her computer while I wait. If this is my punishment today, I’m gonna be pissed.
Finally, she calls my name. “Beau, come here.”
Biting my bottom lip, I get up from the floor and walk over to her desk. She’s still in her chair as she stares at me with an expression of anger and mischief. Oh, for fuck’s sake, please have something good in mind. I don’t know if I can take another day of being furniture or her house bitch. I need to feel something.
“Did you have fun last night?” she asks.
Technically, no. Charlie’s little visit pissed me off and the orgasm I had wasn’t even worth it. It was rushed and unsatisfying. And I almost lie, but then I remember we’re supposed to be building trust. I mean, that’s why I sent her the video. I could have lied. But I wanted her to know how bad I was…for reasons I don’t even understand.
“No, ma’am.”
“Then, why did you do it?” she asks curiously.
“I don’t know. Because I’m bad, I guess.”
Her brow furrows as she studies me. “You’re not bad, Beau. But you do have to be punished.”
I nod, clenching my jaw as I wait for what comes next.
Make it good, make it good, make it good.
“I was thinking…since you want to come so much, I figured I would give you exactly what you want.”
Wait, what?
Is it weird that I don’t want her to go easy on me? If she thinks making me come is a punishment, I’ll be disappointed.
“So, I bought you something to wear while you work today.”
There’s a clear box on her desk, and inside the box is something matte black and small with a cone-like shape and a flat-base bottom. Is that…a butt plug?
I force down a gulp. What the fuck did I get myself into?
“Have you ever had anything in your ass, Beau?”
“No, ma’am,” I stammer, my mouth going dry.
She reaches into the top drawer of her desk and pulls out a small, clear bottle of lube. She then proceeds to cover the black silicone as she speaks. My eyes are transfixed on the thing in her hands, unable to focus on what she’s saying.
I’m standing in silence, but inside, I’m screaming.
“I have everything set up for you to paint the dining room for me today. The paint, supplies, rollers, and everything else is already in there for you. I picked a nice cream color for the space.”
She looks up at me expectedly. “Briefs down and bend over.”
Fuck.
I stand here for too long staring at her. The look on my face is probably screaming for mercy, but until I say it out loud, it means nothing.
“I can’t do this,” I reply.
Her head tilts in surprise and she waits a beat before responding. “Yes, you can. I’m not taking away your right to come anymore. In fact, today you can come as much as you want. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I didn’t expect this,” I say, gesturing to the toy.
“Well, what did you expect, Beau?”
“I don’t know,” I argue. “Tie me up and smack me around a little. Maybe do that…electric shock thing?”
Finally, she stands, and even though she doesn’t reach my height, she gives me a powerful glare and takes a disarming stance, making me feel like shit for arguing with her. Fuck, I want to listen. I do. But what she’s telling me to do right now…it’s fucking scary.