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Becker:Can’t wait to have them in my mouth. When you get home, I want you to touch yourself for one minute every hour on the hour. Text me after every time. No orgasms, kitten. They’re for your Sir to give you Friday.
Nora: *sad face emoji*
Becker:Do it, or you’ll be punished, baby girl.
Nora:It might be worth it. What’s my punishment?
Becker:Your reward will be extra snuggles and orgasms.
Becker:Punishment-You’ll be used as my fuck toy. I’ll come on you. Your tits, face, pussy, and won't let you shower until Saturday morning, and you won’t be allowed to come until the next time we’re together. So, Wednesday evening.
Nora:*Voice Message* “Why is the punishment so hot, though? I think my Sir wants me to fail. What if I’m a good girl and you come all over me, anyway? But then you let me come, too?Please,Mr. King? I can be your good little kitten and your dirty slut all at once.”
Becker:If you enjoy your punishments, then we clearly need to reevaluate the list we’ve made.
Nora:It’s the orgasm denial that’s mean. I want the other part. *angel face emoji*
Becker:If you don’t come like the good little slut you are, I’ll come on you. If you tease yourself to orgasm without my permission, you won’t come on Friday. Or Saturday. I’ll tie you up and tease you for hours until you’re a writhing mess. Then, I’ll leave you that way.
Nora:I’ll be good, Sir. I promise.
Becker:Good.
Becker:I’m going to be working late at the office. I’ll send a car for you. When you get to my place, you have an hour to eat dinner, relax, and do whatever else you need. Sir wants you in the playroom by seven. Naked and waiting.
Nora:Yes, Mr. King.
My knees sting. I’m not sure how long I’ve been kneeling, waiting for him. He said earlier he was going to be working late, but he never said how late. And now I’m starting to wonder if he’ll ever come. I left my phone on the kitchen counter, and there’s no clock in this room.
I’m not a girl who works out. So sitting in one position for too long is grueling. Both physically and mentally.Fuck, where is he?
Maybe I should just sit in the bed until I hear him coming. But, I think I may fall asleep if I lay down. I’m exhausted, which means it has to be at least nine. Have I really been here for two hours? I’m going to have to pee soon.
I fight the urge to get up and leave. Becker wouldn’t leave me here, he has to just be running late. He’ll be here soon.
The handle of the door clicks, and slowly, it opens. I release a breath, my shoulders sagging with relief. In only a few strides he is standing directly in front of me. He’s changed from his suit, barefoot now in a pair of gray sweatpants. I resist the urge to look up and see if he’s wearing a shirt.
“I ran late. I’m sorry, kitten.” His voice is raspy like he’s been yelling all day.
I don’t respond with words, only a small nod of my head, still looking at his feet. My hair falls in front of my face, and he leans down to push it away. His fingers brush my cheek, the warmth flooding my body. That’s when I realize how cold I am.
Becker’s fingers dig into my jaw and he forces me to look up at him. “Stand and go lay in the bed on your stomach. I’ll give you a massage. Your muscles must be sore.”
“Just my knees, Sir.”
Becker grabs my hands and helps me up. He guides me to the bed, and once I’m settled, presses soft kisses all over my back. A warm hand touches the back of my thigh, and he digs into the tight flesh. I moan, forcing myself to relax my neck.
“I want you to bring your phone in here from now on. That way If I’ll be late you’ll know and can rest.” His lips are on my ass.
“Okay,” I say through heavy breaths.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I left you here like that. I tried to get to you as soon as I could. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re here now.”
“It’s not okay, Nora. You’re my top priority when we’re in a scene. The moment I texted you and told you to come here, I shouldn’t have let work come first. It won’t happen again.”
His fingers dig into my cheeks hard. Harder than he normally would, and I tense. I push up from the bed, glancing at him. “Beck? If you’re too wound up for this, we can reschedule.” I know I’m breaking from the scene by calling him by his first name, but I need to make sure he’s in the right headspace. His mental health is just as important to me as mine is.
