She sighed. “You know I do.”
“OK then. What’s the problem?”
Her frustrated growl made him chuckle. Finally, she relented.
“See now, was that so hard?”
They shared a laugh, and David promised to let her know as soon as they had firm travel plans.
“Oh one more thing,” he said as they were about to hang up. “Don’t mention this to Emily just yet. She and I need to have a little talk about a few things before I tell her we’re taking a trip.”
“Uh Oh, sounds like someone is finally paying attention to their inner Dom. Poor Emily. Or should I say Lucky Emily?”
David chuckled as he ended the call. Poor Emily indeed. David knew his wife would enjoy learning the lesson he planned to teach her.
7
Emily reread David’s note, which had been delivered to the house via messenger and blushed.
I am sorry I wasn’t able to give you these instructions in person, but it seems we missed each other at the office. I expect you to be bathed and smelling delicious when I arrive home tonight. You will greet me at the door, kneeling with your hands behind your back and your mouth open for my cock. After I’ve finished using your mouth for as long as I see fit, we’ll talk about your indiscretions and discuss our weekend travel plans.
David
Weekend travel plans?She frowned as she read that part again. They both had holiday parties to attend this weekend. Was he upset with her for not being able to come to the Eastman Enterprises party? Part of her wanted to rebel against his instructions, but the collar around her neck seemed to burn at the thought of disobeying him for no reason. Not to mention his dirty words had been what she craved these past few months. She scanned the note again. There was no indication of when he would be home. A glance at the clock told her it was nearly two in the afternoon. Would he show up early?
She pulled out her phone and called Lydia.
“Good afternoon, Eastman Enterprises,” the efficient woman said.
“Hi Lydia. It’s Emily. Is my husband around?”
There was a pause as the woman presumably checked his schedule. “It looks like he’s in a meeting. Can I take a message?”
“No, thank you. Can you tell me what his schedule is like the rest of the day?”
She could hear the woman typing and clicking.
“Looks like this meeting, an early dinner with a department head at four and then he’s clear for the evening. Want me to make sure he stays clear tonight?”
Emily grinned. “Thanks, Lydia. I’m sure that won’t be necessary.”
At three, Emily stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower to get ready for David’s arrival. His note sat on the bathroom counter, and she’d pulled out some winter scented body wash to use. She bit her lip, and a groan escaped her as the first torrents of warm water coursed over her.
Would he fuck her mouth or just let her suck him off? Thoughts of his hands sinking into her long hair and tugging made her moan again, and she picked up a rag and let body wash drizzle onto it. As she lathered the rag, she imagined his cock sinking into mouth as he stared down at her. His sleeves would be rolled up as they often were at the end of a long day. When he stepped in, his keys and briefcase would clatter to the entry floor as he reached for his belt. Thoughts of his belt sent her mind in another direction entirely, and she could practically feel the heat of the leather searing into her wet ass.
She drew the rag across her abdomen as she chewed her bottom lip. “Fuck,” she said with a as the rag drifted between her thighs. Her pussy clenched from the briefest contact with the cotton fiber rag. Without thinking, she drew the rag across her clit. It throbbed beneath the friction and she nearly cried out.
Leaning back against the marble tile, she wrapped her index finger in the soft rag and pressed it harder against her clit, rubbing gentle circles.
The orgasm that washed over her mere minutes later nearly buckled her knees, and the moan that bubbled in her throat took her by surprise.
“Hmm. I certainly don’t recall leaving any instructions for you to give yourself an orgasm sweet Emily.”
Her eyes flew open, and the rag landed on the shower floor with a splat.
“Fuck,” she said in a whisper as her eyes landed on her handsome husband leaned against the bathroom counter. His note was in one hand and his other was shoved casually into his pocket.
“Sorry, Master,” she said, choosing the honorific they typically reserved for scenes at the club.
