Page 11 of Gift Wrapped

“Then at exactly seven o’clock I want you to dress in the set of underwear I will have sent to you before putting on your blindfold and kneeling in front of the bed to wait for me.”

My ligress makes a mewling noise on the other end of the line and I hear her move.

“Am I getting you all worked up pretty girl?” I press down on my throbbing dick.

Clearly, I’m getting us both worked up.

“Yes,” she moans down the line.

“Will you touch what I can only imagine is a juicy pussy while I tell you the rest?”

I have my cock in hand before she replies. The sounds she is making and the vision of what I want to do with her are enough to have my control slipping.

“Oh my God,” she sighs. “Will you tell me more?”

“Only if you describe what you are doing right now.”

A little growl comes from down the line before she speaks. “I used my left hand to push my panties aside. My pussy is warm and when I run my finger between the lips I can feel the slippery wetness.”

“Fuck,” I feel almost feral as I stroke my cock. “Do you want me to tell you about our date or about what I’m doing right now?”

She remains silent for a moment, the only sound between us that of our labored breathing.

“I want to know what you’re doing now,” she replies.

“I’m looking at the photo you sent me. My right hand stroking my fat cock as I imagine all the dirty, depraved things I can’t wait to do to you.”

For a moment it sounds like the call may have dropped, but then I hear her moaning again.

But it sounds far off. I don’t get the chance to question her before a text with an attachment comes through on my phone. I nearly come like a teenager the moment I have it open.

The photo is taken from her chest down. She has both bra cups pulled down, exposing her erect nipples to my gaze. But the thing that catches my attention is the sight of two fingers pushed halfway into her pretty pink cunt. I can see the wetness on them.

“Fuck me.” I groan, squeezing my cock tight to stave off my impending orgasm. “That photo is stunning. Good girl.”

While I’m talking to her, I have put her on speaker and I’m making a short clip of me stroking my cock. But I don’t send it to her. No, I will wait a few days to send it, build up the anticipation.

“I can hear you’re getting close. I want you to know something, though. On our date, I’m going to tie you to the bed and eat that pretty pink pussy until you cry.”

Those are the words that set her orgasm off, sending her into bliss. My name tumbles from her lips, but it’s not the name I want to hear.

“Oh god Brae,” she moans with abandon and sets my own orgasm into motion.

I can’t wait to hear her call me Wilder while I shove her full of my fat dick. This female is going to be the fucking death of me.

Chapter Four

Lake Roman

Iknowthatgreatsex can have you feeling relaxed. What I didn’t know was that a self-inflicted, semi-assisted orgasm would do the job just as well. I wake up refreshed after sleeping like the dead. Each night I talk to DomBrae on the phone. We talk about regular mundane things like our favorite meals or movies. But before we end the call, he always tells me dirty fantasies he wants to play out with me, and I can’t wait for tomorrow and our official date.

Lying in bed as the morning sun peeks through the light blue curtains I think of everything that was said and done last night. A smile spreads across my face with the memories and I know that I won’t be disappointed in spending time getting physical with him.

How could I?

With a smile on my face, I start to get ready for the day that lies ahead. The only thing dampening my mood is my new boss and the foul mood I am sure to find him in once I reach the office. Though, his sullenness can only affect me if I allow it so he can go suck a lemon.

I have been working as his assistant for four days and except for the list he handed me on my second day, he seems to have locked himself in his office.

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