by J. M. Witt
“I’m exhausted, Mer.” He must have caught the quick scowl that I knew I made. “I know, I’m sorry.” He kissed me and then released me as he rolled over.
I just shook my head and left the room. I didn’t have the time, patience, or need for his games. Not when Gregor’s were so much more fun. And, I found an email waiting for me.
TO: [email protected]
8:32 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
How did the summons go...?
Tell her to mind her own ass... :)
TO: [email protected]
9:11 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
He’s the oddest man ever. He summoned me, then turned me down, then kissed me... Apparently we’re still in negotiations?
LOL...it was an interesting convo for sure!
TO: [email protected]
9:22 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
Try surrounding him with strippers and blow...
I busted up laughing and quickly grew quiet, praying I hadn’t woken anyone.
TO: [email protected]
9:26 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
Seriously! Lol. He probably would’ve gotten me off, had I asked, but I’m not ok with just pussy eating. At least you get me...
TO: [email protected]
9:31 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
I get you, but we share the same wiring harness from the factory...
TO: [email protected]
9:33 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
Yes, that factory really makes things interesting and a hell of a lot more fun!
Us and our different wiring are just sitting here, eating popcorn, wondering when the fucking will begin. Please? Can we just screw? :)
TO: [email protected]
9:44 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
I’m 2 hours away right now. In the hotel bar having a glass of whisky and doing email while catching up on the stock market and wondering if the blonde working on the laptop across from me is looking at me or through me while working like I am...
What the hell? I immediately saw red.
TO: [email protected]
9:46 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
LOL...I wasn’t offering to drive 2 hours right now, though it’s tempting.
Someone has a thing for blondes? I’m not sure how I’m supposed to respond to this...
TO: [email protected]
9:49 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
Lol...I didn’t say I had a thing for them. She just HAPPENS to be blonde. Not to worry. Looks like a hipster douchebag is distracting her at the moment...
I may have growled in annoyance, though not sure if with him or myself.
TO: [email protected]
9:52 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
Lol. Well it’s none of my business except that you’re being safe. Should I distract you???
I waited an hour for a response. I will neither confirm nor deny that my mind may have thought crazy thoughts about burning that blonde bitch alive. Jealousy, hurt, anger...you name it, I felt it. But I knew I had no right to.
TO: [email protected]
11:09 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
Please... :)
I’m getting ready to head up to my room and stroke myself to sleep while thinking about how good your lips feel wrapped around my swollen cock while tweaking your nipples and NOT allowing you release...
TO: [email protected]
11:12 PM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #2
I’m getting ready for task #3 today. I hope you know how implicitly I trust you with my safety, desires, wants, and needs. Thank you for listening tonight, Sir...and all the other nights. I think you already know I’ll be drifting off to sleep thinking of you in me, on me, etc.
I was glad I said it. I knew he wasn’t careless, but it needed to be said. By the time I finished my third assignment, packed lunches, and did some laundry it was after midnight when I finally sent the email.
TO: [email protected]
12:21 AM
Subject: Day 2, #3
Touching myself, the dull ache constantly reminding me of you. Whenever I think about Monday night, all I hear is your belt pulling through the loops of your jeans in the night air. You’re opening up a whole new world for me and I crave to please you knowing you’ll reward me. The pulsing is stronger and stronger as I cup myself through my sweats. The weight on my chest is heavy, like I can’t breathe. I’m always wet. Your touch over the past few days consuming my thoughts. Putting my hand in my panties I circle my clit thinking of your teeth on my neck. Small tremors build as I lay back then sit up tall, pressing myself into my hand and the chair...gasping in response
He grabbed my ass a few times tonight and I was immediately bent over your lap or the picnic table as the painful pleasure surged through me. Tension rolls off my shoulders and down my back if I sit just the right way. Constantly repositioning myself so I can feel you again. Wetter and wetter, I’m so tired, horny, desperate…I think if I thought about you long enough, I could come without a single touch. Pressing my clit, my thighs clench and I let it ebb away
I’m wet from front to back because of you. I could almost picture myself writhing on the floor in need. My legs go numb as I circle my clit again. The pressure is becoming so intense. My legs spread wider, my face feels overheated. My body trying to deny me, waiting for your touch, your command. Fighting with myself as I circle my clit harder. Ass clenches, hips raise, eyes grow heavy with the release about to come. I stop, dropping my head back as I suck my fingers clean.
I was about to head to bed when my email pinged. He was still up!
TO: [email protected]
12:23 AM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #3
Technically the last two assignment #3’s have been late. Both after midnight. You on CST...?
I am turned on immensely by the thought you could come without even touching yourself. It will make providing your eventual release that much more tantalizing...
Shit! I should’ve known he’d be ridiculously strict. Fuck me!
TO: [email protected]
12:27 AM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #3
I’m going to start banging my head on my desk. Lol. I’m a night owl, trying to schedule tasks around everyone in my house! I won’t be late tomorrow (today)! I have an early morning on Thursday. :)
Only your words have gotten such a reaction from me. When you put your hand on my leg at lunch...I thought I was going to burst into flames. Mental connection is a big part of it, but the heat that surged through me had me tongue tied. Not sure if you noticed... :)
I sat and within minutes another email popped up. There were no words, just a picture of his dick, fully erect. Well then! I ran to the bathroom and took a fresh picture of my bruised ass and included it in my response to his dick pic.
TO: [email protected]
12:37 AM
Subject: Re: Day 2, #3
Well I guess we know what I’m dreaming of tonight. Some more of your handiwork.
I didn’t hear anymore from him and needed to get some sleep. In the early hours, I woke, Todd already gone. Drenched in sweat, I knew I’d been dreaming of Gregor. I started in on my homework, typing the three almost releases on my phone, my breathing still heavy.
TO: [email protected]
7:20 AM
Subject: Day 3, #1
I wake from a dead sleep. My body is sweating like never before, that dull throb ever present. My satin jammies are soaked. I know I've been dreaming of you and the things you can do for me. My hips rise, seeking my hand. I run my hand over my soft, smooth lips, my clit poking through. My legs and hips unable to be still. I want, no need, you so bad. My eyes close as my womb clenches...must stop
I pull my body pillow close, needing something to hold onto. I feel almost delusional and I'm scared my body will shut down on me Thursday from all the angst. My fingers slide right in and my body grips them tight. Flicking my clit back and forth, I want to scream your name. Sweet torture as my hips writhe...
My heart is racing, my back is still soaked, everything is soaked. I want that gasp, that moan, the pleasure from your cock sliding into me for the first time. I want to be the one to get you off. Punish me with your dark cravings. Words have never come so easy for me. Licking my fingers, I circle vigorously. From my thighs to my chest I'm in a euphoric state. My head is so heavy. Panting, my body begging me to go all the way. When my legs clench, I stop.
And in typical Gregor fashion, I waited. The kids were in the throes of morning rituals when my phone alerted me to a new email.
TO: [email protected]
8:20 AM
Subject: Re: Day 3, #1
The words are definitely flowing. I expect more to be flowing as it gets nearer.
Only 5 assignments more to go until the final.
Will you continue to behave? Or will self-discipline erode and require terse punishment? Will you be rewarded with that sweet release? Or will you be whipped with a belt and required to start over for disobedience?
Enjoy your morning workout. :)
Gregor
Five! No, he couldn’t mean... Shit! And why did he sign the email? He never did that. I just ignored it.
TO: [email protected]
8:26 AM
Subject: Re: Day 3, #1
5? Are you giving me 3 to do tomorrow BEFORE I see you?
I’m very obedient. If you wanted a rule breaker, that’s not me. Lol.
TO: [email protected]
8:27 AM
Subject: Re: Day 3, #1
Tomorrow is a day. You will have to get busy a little earlier.
You are very obedient. :)
Mother, shit, fuck... I groaned loudly as I started my reply.
TO: [email protected]
8:29 AM
Subject: Re: Day 3, #1
Groaning. Yes, Sir.
We exchanged several more emails throughout the morning. He gave me the name of the hotel where he’d be at so I could plan my drive accordingly. After lunch, I moved on to assignment two for the day.
TO: [email protected]
12:49 PM
Subject: Day 3, #2
Taking off every article of clothing hurts after that workout, my entire body preferring the ache you bring. I step in the shower and immediately begin. I imagine what you’ll do to me tomorrow, hard and slow, hard and fast. Shivers run up my spine as the water refuels the release my body needs. The shower head spraying my clit, my other hand holds my head as I lay it on the shower wall. I imagine your hands slowly dragging over my freshly spanked bottom, squeezing my breasts, licking my pussy, taking what’s yours, and my thighs clench as my chest begins to heave.
It comes quicker and quicker each time so I try to draw it out. My legs are trembling and I pray I don’t collapse. Biting my lip as soft groans fall from my lips, I’m panting your name. Remembering how you take control of our kiss and how it makes me melt, your hands in my hair. Trying to think about things that’ll make me not want to come so quickly, but my body has other things in mind. My hips rock back and forth seeking more pressure from the water and just when I think I might come, I pull the water away, breathless, trying to compose myself.
How am I going to do this 4 more times in 18hrs? I can do it, it’s worth it. I spray from behind again, imagining you pressed against me. Please distract me. I want to thoroughly enjoy it. Time is of the essence, enjoy it, savor it. I squeeze my breasts as goosebumps cover my body in the steaming shower. My back is arched, my knees bent as my thighs convulse, my clit beating so hard as my nipples pucker again. If I go any further I’ll ruin it all…so I stop, panting my disdain.
Chapter Fourteen
BEAUTIFUL UNDONE
TO: [email protected]
2:16 PM
Subject: Day 3, #3
Sitting at my desk with a never used toy, a vibrating tongue ring now wrapped around my fingers. Oh how it tickles. How can I be so numb and turned on all at once? I think about it around your tongue as you tease me. My ass clenches, my thighs are shaking, toes curled as I apply direct pressure to my clit. I want to be fucked into submission, your wish my command. I want to suck your cock when time isn’t such an issue and run my nails over your ass and thighs. I want to make you squirm like you do to me. I want to feel him jump in my hands as I stroke him. I circle the tiny vibrating bullet faster, harder, until the only thing left to do is stop, before I break all the rules.
I want to lay down on your lap, bury my face in the sheets while you do with me as you see fit. I think about what an amazing kisser you are and imagine those kisses on my neck, ears, back, ass, thighs, pussy. I feel my juices flow more as I slide my fingers in and out. I grab the little ring again and start playing with my clit. I can feel the moment my eyes glaze over, lost in the surges building me up. Everything is tense, but my body can’t do it, won’t do it until you say I can. It’s sweet misery. I keep circling, playing with fire, wondering what will break the spell. I pull my fingers away, my head spinning from being so near release once again.
I want to cry, sleep, and screw for days. My brain is entranced with everything that’s already happened and can’t fathom what’s to come. I drove by our spot today on the way to the gym and the vibration of the road made me ache and sent chills down my spine. Hell, I’m noticing the vibration of everything. My blender, my toothbrush, the washer…I’m ridiculous and desperate. I push my fingers in and out imagining no vibration, just the slickness of our bodies. My bruised ass is longing for more and doesn’t ache like I want it to, like you make it. I’m a goner for spanking. So I stroke and fuck myself imagining you spanking me and fucking me at the same time. My legs lose feeling as I drop my head back, panting, eyes rolling back…how will I ever get enough? My thighs grip tight around my hand and I force myself to slow before I come all over my chair.
TO: [email protected]
2:27 PM
Subject: Re: Day 3, #3
You are going to be a mess when you finally get here tomorrow... :)
Make sure you stay FOCUSED on the road. I want you here in one piece...
His words annoyed me and made me sigh. He wanted me a mess and we both knew it. And was I really supposed to believe he was concerned for my safety? I mean, I know he didn’t wish me harm, not that kind anyway. Ugh. I was overthinking again. He had me completely undone.
I carried on with my day and managed to get away in the evening for a long overdue pedicure. Sitting down in the chair, as it began to massage my back, I sighed. My phone gave that all too familiar tone and I checked my email.
TO: [email protected]
6:27 PM
Subject: Re: Day 3, #3
You are required to do your last assignment within an hour of seeing me tomorrow morning. I want to ensure that clit is ready to explode when I touch it.
Closing my eyes, I did the math in my head. I was going to have to find a fucking rest stop or something. It was over an hour drive and he knew that.
TO: [email protected]
6:30 PM
Subject: A lil peace
Guess I’ll be pulling into a rest stop...
You’re distracting me. I just sat down for a pedicure and now my panties are wet thanks to you...
TO: [email protected]
6:31 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
I didn’t make them wet...
TO: [email protected]
6:33 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
Didn’t you?!?!
TO: [email protected]
6:37 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
I wasn’t there.
Did you spill something on them?
TO: [email protected]
6:40 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
You don’t have to be here to be in my head... It’s a dirty, dirty place to be...
TO: [email protected]
6:44 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
:)
Is your ETA still 9:30am?
TO: [email protected]
6:46 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
At the latest.
TO: [email protected]
6:47 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
One stroke of the belt for every minute late.
I smiled thinking ‘Yes please!’ Agh! What was wrong with me?
TO: [email protected]
6:49 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
OMG. I will not admit to giggling, Sir...
What do I get if I’m early?!?!
Now that I’d sent it, I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.
TO: [email protected]
6:52 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
Extra time with Sir.
How could I argue with that?
TO: [email protected]
6:54 PM
Subject: Re: A lil peace
Perfection...
The rest of the night went like it typically did. I packed snacks and lunches while Todd and I ignored each other. After getting some work done, and once Todd had gone to bed, I emailed Gregor.