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Chapter 32

I don't dare to touch myself at first. I do get hard when I watch one of my bookmarked videos, because I'm too lazy to look for something new. But I'm not really in the mood for this kind of video, and it's the thought that rushes through my head that gets me excited.

I open one of the videos he sent me . I don't know why I do this to myself—I know I wasn't allowed to come anyway. But I can't help it.

Is it that comfy? he answered in the middle of the video.

its much more than comfy

ur turn

It takes a while until he sends me a picture of his legs. Nothing special, just dark pants.

u forgot the top

Ask with some respect.

please

im begging you

Only then does he send me another picture, and I swallow. It starts at his thick neck, barely visible beneath the high, closed collar. His shirt is dark blue, and he's wearing a doctor's coat with a work badge hanging around his neck.

fucking shit

daddy

thats so hot

Oscar

I'll count in days again

I'll count in weeks if you sexualize my work

u freakin jerked off on ur work place last time haha

I was at my break.

aww

are u getting hard while working with a patient?

I hesitate, trying to resist but in the end I slide my hand down, touch the fabric on my cock and rub it softly.

I'm warning you Oscar

This is not a joke

You're on dangerous territory

dangerous...

im hard

help me daddy

Not while I'm working.

im sorry

forgive me

please

im begging you

I slide my hand under the fabric. Holy shit it's hard not to touch my cock but I know I won't be able to stop if I start with that. I touch my hole. Rub the outside. Type with my free hand.

god

it feels so good...

Don't come

i know

i agree with u

hungry sex is bettr

and im so hungry...

Oscar stop this right now

i need u

i need something inside ofme rigHT NOW

please...

This is your last warning.

I close my eyes and throw my head back for a few seconds, exhaling deeply. Taking a few breaths. Then lift my head and start typing again. I just have to convince him. Maybe he would let me come only for today if he's hard himself. Very possible. It happened before. The thought makes me even more excited.

oh my god

will you punish me

please punish me

fuck me so hard I cry

please

make me fn grunt

make me scream for help

fuck me til i cant keep my eyes open anymre

choke me

til my eyes roll away

please answer

i need you

help me please

He doesn't answer anymore. He's offline, the messages not going through. I lock my phone and throw it away. "Asshole," I whisper and continue. Just for a few seconds though because it's not the same, especially when I can't come anyway.

I empty my beer bottle. I don't know what happened, but I suddenly feel lonely so after I calm down I go online and answer in the group chat. No one answered there because it's almost midnight and they're probably tired and sleeping after training. I wish I was tired too.

I get there on time the next day. He still hasn't replied, but what would he even say? It's over anyway. And he's probably pissed. Like my boss, who gets pissed when I answer my phone at work just because it rings. I can't tell her that my sister's still having problems, can I? That she could call or text at any time, and I have to be ready.

On my break, I go outside for a smoke, and Ki follows me, starting a conversation as she lights a cigarette. "Still having issues with your sister?"

I open my mouth. Close it again. "I'm so sorry, Ki," I say. "I swear, it's not just an excuse. It's something serious. I'm just worried about her." She nods and takes a drag on her cigarette. "It won't happen again."

She blows the smoke out. "Did something happen to your sister?" she asks. "You never disobeyed me and looked at your phone. Apart from your delays, of course."

"Kind of," I say slowly and stare at the floor. "She's not feeling well. And I feel like I'm the only one who's worrying about her."

"Oscar, as long as you're doing your job well, I don't care if you look at your phone. But you're distracted. And this isn't a good place to be distracted." I just nod. "I'm not saying you're not doing your job well. But customers will notice when you're distracted, and it makes them feel uncomfortable. They trust you to paint something on their skin that'll stay with them for the rest of their lives, you see?" I nod again, my eyes fixed on the floor, shame probably written all over my face. She sighs. "I don't know what to do with you."

"I'm sorry..."

"I don't want to fire you, but maybe you should take a week off if you have something important to sort out."

"No, really. I'm fine. There's nothing to sort out." I look at her, scared shitless. A week off wouldn't be the end of the world, but I can't fucking afford it. Mentally and financially.

"Everything can be sorted out somehow. Or it just stops mattering."

"No. It won't just stop."

"Then clear it up, okay?" She puts out her cigarette. "And stop coming late. Don't make me fire you. You're too good to be fired." She opens the door. "I'm sorry, Oscar. I just have to be strict with you this time."