Was jacking off last night worth it? Fuck no.
But I take my punishment in stride. There’s something strangely gratifying that comes with getting what you deserve. Because, once I’ve paid the price, I don’t have to live with the guilt anymore.
Rule #18: You can always make them give you one more.
Maggie
“I’m done.” His small, raspy voice draws my attention to the doorway, and I look up to find Beau, looking ragged and miserable. His face appears a bit clammy and his hair is sweat-soaked. There’s paint everywhere, and I bet if I took one look in his underwear, I know I’d find it cum-stained.
Was I too harsh? He looks so hurt and sad, and as much as I loved punishing him, I hate to see him like this.
Okay…I sort of like seeing him like this. It’s the remorse in his expression I especially enjoy.
“Did you clean everything up?” I ask.
He nods weakly. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” I stand from my desk and lead the way to the dining room to inspect his work. And much to my surprise, it looks great. By some miracle, there’s not a drop of paint on the floorboards or hardwood.
I give him a proud smile. “You did great, Beau. I’m proud of you.”
His face doesn’t seem all that receptive to my praise. He’s staring at me with a sullen, tired expression. And I bet more than anything, he just wants me to take the plug out.
As my eyes dance downward, I notice he’s still half-hard behind his briefs. It’s been a while since I buzzed him, so he’s finally getting a little break, but he’s not done. Stepping toward him, I hook my finger under the elastic band and pull his underwear back to look down at his deflating cock. As predicted, he’s been leaking in his underwear all day.
I really did torture him.
“Take these off,” I tell him, and he looks confused for a moment. He’s probably hoping I don’t try to get him aroused right now. I can’t imagine he’ll want to come again for the next week. Slowly, he peels the underwear off and holds them in his hands. Standing fully naked in front of me, I let my eyes soak up the tan surface of his body, toned and muscular with a patch of dark hair leading down to his cock.
For the first time, I really let myself get excited about having some fun with Beau…or rather, Beau’s body. It’s a foreign idea, to be allowed to use someone’s body for your own pleasure, but this is the dynamic and that’s what he wants. He literally told me so.
But now that I see him, and really admire him, I’m thinking of all the ways I can enjoy him, as if he was mine.
Dragging myself out of the fantasy, I grab his underwear from his hands.
“I’ll wash these for you,” I say, glancing up into his eyes. “I want you to go upstairs and get into the shower and wash up. I’ll be up in a moment.”
“What about the—" he asks.
“Leave it in,” I reply.
He nods with a defeated grimace as he heads toward the stairs, looking almost too exhausted to walk. Once he’s gone, I throw his underwear in with another load of laundry and start the machine. Then I grab my phone from my office and head upstairs.
I find him leaning his forehead against the wall of the shower, and I watch him through the steamy glass as I turn up the vibration on his plug to low. He jumps and groans in response.
“Come on, Maggie. Please,” he begs, sounding pathetic.
I love the sound of him begging.
“I think you can give me one more,” I say as I slowly unbutton my blouse. Getting undressed, I watch him run a tired hand over his cock, noticing the way his arm almost gives out from exhaustion. Once I’m down to just my bra and panties, I open the glass door and stand at the entrance of the shower, getting a fine mist of warm water on my skin.