By Friday, he was itching to see her again. He had finally found a new toy and he wanted to spend all of his free time playing with it.
Tomorrow. Noon.
No, Sir. You are being punished until next week, sir.
Sunday. 11:45 pm.
No, sir. Next week, sir.
Monday. 1:00 am.
Unfortunately I will be unavailable at that time, sir.
When do you work next week?
Same schedule as last week, sir. 7 am til 3 pm.
Monday. 5 pm.
Yes, sir.
Wear a dress, nothing fancy. Hair in a braid. Makeup.
One braid or two, sir?
One.
Yes, sir.
Her response to how he wanted her hair made him more excited than he cared to admit. The weekend crept by painfully slow. He found himself wanting to go to work just to have something to distract himself. Just thinking about Monday evening made his body begin to harden. When he went to the store he found himself looking at things and thinking about how he could use them on her body. Scarves to tie her up. Whipped cream to eat off of her body. Cucumber to... you know, but no. He was into some kinky shit but that was too far past even his comfort zone. He suffered through his punishment for kissing her and slowly Monday evening came. Both of his roommates were home but they were in their rooms when 5 pm rolled around. At 4:57 he heard the knock at the door that he had been waiting days for. He walked slowly over to the door and opened it. There she was. In a blue floral sun dress with ankle boots on and her hair French braided down her head and back. Her makeup was done immaculately as usual but today she had a purse in her hand. He looked at it slightly confused but didn't ask questions as he stepped aside for her to enter. They went to his bedroom and she set the bag onto his bed.
"I am pretty sure that purse was not in the dress code I sent you."
"Yes you are correct but I am also pretty sure that you didn't want your roommates to watch me carry in a bag of toiletries to your room, sir."
As she spoke she pulled out a small body wash, shampoo and conditioner, a toothbrush and toothpaste, feminine products, deodorant, and a razor.
"Well, touché."
She smirked slightly before bringing the things into his bathroom. When she returned she went to the bag and pulled out a receipt and some cash.
"Your change, sir."
"I told you not to worry about it."
"And in our arrangement we agreed to small gifts not cash. If you want to use your eleven dollars and forty eight cents to go buy me something then feel free to do so, sir."
He smiled as he took the change from her.
"Maybe I will, my dear." He looked at her shoulder and realized something. "Do you have a bra on?"
"No, sir."
His face got serious.
"Did I say no bra?"
"No, sir."
He saw a flicker of worry and excitement cross her face.
He pushed the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and shifted her dress down to expose her bare breasts.
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Victoria's Two Hearts
RomanceShe is married to someone else and he likes to be in complete control. They have agreed to no emotional connections but will their physical relationship slowly become more? Will they be able to control their emotional desires as they ease each other...
