The meeting ended just an hour before he could finally clock out and go home. The weekend was quickly approaching, and he itched to get out of there. Absentmindedly, he thought about what she was doing tonight, since it was a Friday, and she sometimes had plans with her friends. Secretly, he hoped she didn’t have anything, and they could have a night in. His thoughts wandered to the phone in his pocket, and reluctantly, he sent her a quick text to be sure of how he would be spending the evening.
Plans tonight, dear?
Satisfied he would soon get an answer, he picked up his files and made his way down the hallway and to his private office. It was lush with thick, plush carpet the deep shade of chestnut and walls a soft, calming shade of steel blue, its icy aura blending with the warm carpet. The walls were covered in successful projects and supposedly inspirational paintings, but his desk was littered with dorky knickknacks and pictures of his beloved. Every time his eyes met her shining face, he smiled.
As he was closing the door to his office, the phone in his jacket pocket vibrated with a text. Pulling it out and glancing at it, his dark brows furrowed in confusion.
Check your email. ;)
Puzzled, he sat down his desk chair, opening the front of his suit to be comfortable in the black, leather seat. Filing his papers into a desk drawer, he booted up his computer and waited for it to warm up. As he found an email from her, his eyes widened in shock, mouth agape with surprise. His eyes quickly scanned the three images that popped up on his computer, attached to this wordless email she had sent him only moments ago.
The phone suddenly rang, and he answered it, not tearing his eyes away from her milky skin on the screen. “Hello?” he asked, not bothering to look at the caller ID in his stunned state of temptress trance.
“I do have plans, darling. And I can’t wait to show you which one I’ll be waiting for you in,” she purred, the smirk in her voice evident. “Love you.”
Click.
Slowly bringing the phone away from his ear and onto the desk, excitement rose between his legs. Before him in all her glory, were three suggestive pictures of the most erotic kind. Three different poses. Three different expressions. One thing covering her up: a sheet.
The sheet had been strategically placed to give him just a little of what he wanted to see. One leg slipped out here, one breast almost entirely exposed there. Each pose portraying a different plan. Either they would fight all night for dominance, she would obey to his every sexual desire or he would obey to hers.
The thought of all three aroused him and he shifted in his seat.
What the hell am I coming home to? he thought to himself.
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His hands shook ever so slightly as he pushed the key into the lock and opened the door to their apartment. He had spent an entire hour at work thinking about her plan, and another forty on his way home. Setting down his keys, he peeked into the bedroom, disappointed to find no one lying in the bed. Instead, three black ribbons hung off the edge, waiting patiently for her to use them, unbeknownst to him. “Dear?” he called.
“Undress.” Her voice came from nowhere, and he couldn’t pin where it had come from, but he hung up his suit to be taken to the dry cleaners and sat down on the bed, eyeing the ribbons curiously. The room was dim with the last bit of sunlight seeping in through the windows, dark shadows cast across the walls. The perfect light to be intimate…
