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Don't Tell Me You Care

She sat squirming in her chair, only one thing on her mind. It was the only thing that was ever on her mind....especially since him. He tended to consume her mind with the things he could do to her, the things he had done. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure coming from her throbbing pussy. She was soaking wet for him already, but she knew she might not get to see him tonight. He had been teasing the hell out of her all morning with the emails and text messages he'd been sending her. She fought not to let her hand drift under her skirt. The fact that he'd forbidden her to wear panties (only a thong now and then) didn't help things either. It made for such easy access....for him. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about how good it would be to feel his mouth wrapped around her clit or his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. She groaned, realizing she was just making things worse for herself.

Crossing her legs, she squeezed her thighs together again, only making the ache between them worse. It was so tempting to just sneak off and take care of her problem in the bathroom, but she couldn't. If he found out, he'd punish her, and she wouldn't lie to him if he asked. He wouldn't have to ask though because he'd know just from looking at her. It was unfair that he got to get off whenever he wanted and she had to wait for his permission. A pout formed on her full, red lips. Without thinking, her hand drifted under her desk to lightly skim over her pussy through her skirt. She loved the way the silky, smooth material felt over her smooth, bare pussy. Biting her lip, she pulled her hand away again before she let it wander further.

Her phone started vibrating which only meant one thing: another text message. "I want you to play with yourself until you're ready to come, then stop, but don't stop for anything until then." she whimpered. He was teasing the fuck out of her, and with her luck, she wasn't going to be allowed to get off once today. Scooting the chair closer to the desk, she was glad they stuck her in the corner. Being a receptionist was great. She would have loved even more if she had her own office, but that would come in time. For now, she faced the corner of her little cubicle, and no one would be the wiser to what she was doing. Her Master enjoyed that fact very much and took advantage of it often. She squirmed again as she slowly lifted up her skirt just enough to slide her hand to her wet pussy. She slid her fingers along her wet slit, dipping her fingers in and then moving up to slowly circle her clit. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound and just as she started to squirm more, her phone rang. A groan escaped her lips as she knew she would have to fight even more to keep quiet. Answering the phone, a breathy greeting left her lips. No one would suspect that she was playing with her pussy as she spoke with them on the phone.

"Mmmm...very good, pet. What a good girl you are," he purred in her ear. Her eyes flew open at the sound of his voice and her fingers stilled. "Don't stop, pet. You know your orders."

She couldn't help but wonder how he knew, but then again, he just knew her that well. "Thank You, Sir, and I'm sorry. You caught me by surprise." her voice was thick with desire, and again, he purred his approval to her.

"It's fine, pet." With a smirk, he asked how her day was going, and she struggled not to moan as she replied. He was torturing her by making her try to have a normal conversation while she teased herself to a frenzy. "Nice and slow, pet. I don't want you to have to stop anytime soon. You know how much I enjoy listening to those little whimpers and sighs as you try to hold everything in," he grinned. She could imagine that sexy grin on his face. How she longed to feel his tongue caressing her clit, thrusting in and out of her pussy, lapping up her juices, his fingers thrusting in and out as he sucked on her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her eyes flew open. She was alone as usual. "Careful, love. You don't want to make too much noise and attract attention to yourself, now do you?"

"No, Sir. I'm sorry," she said softly. She became more aroused as they spoke as she imagined his face buried in her pussy, her hands buried in his hair, pulling him closer, tugging slightly on his hair as he pushed her closer to an orgasm. She had trouble keeping up with the conversation, and he knew it, even though she was keeping her pace slow to draw it out. He wanted to push her to her limits, to show herself that she could do it, because he knew she could. To add a little twist, he decided to do something different.

"Faster, pet. Imagine it's me between your legs under your desk." he was telling her to envision what was already in her head. Her breathing became heavier as she tried not to rock her hips off her chair. "Use one hand just on your clit, and I want the other thrusting into that hot little pussy of yours." she bit back another moan as she complied with his wishes.

His cock was throbbing, aching for her. He hadn't been able to get her out of his head all day. He craved her taste, the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. It was why he had been teasing her all morning. "How bad do you want my cock, pet?"

"More than anything, Sir," she answered softly. She craved him so bad, she could almost feel him, taste him. It had been too long since they were last together. "How close are you, love?" "Very," another soft reply, barely above a whisper.

"Faster...harder...think of my tongue caressing your clit, my fingers setting the pace, pounding into you, pushing you closer."

Her breathing was even heavier as she neared the edge. "Please, Master?" she whispered. She needed release. To leave in this state of arousal all day, maybe even all week, would kill her.

"No, pet." he knew when she was reaching that thin edge and commanded her to stop. "Good girl. I want you like this all day, love. Don't make me punish you, and you know I'll find out if you don't."

A soft whimpered escaped her lips. "Yes, Sir." he hung up. It was going to be a long day, and it was only Monday.

It was almost the same routine every day for the rest of the week. He kept her in a constant state of arousal. He always ended up on the phone with her by lunch, keeping her on edge, making her dripping wet. By the end of the conversation, they were both wishing they were together. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. He knew she would be sweet as always. Her mouth watered at the thought of having his cock buried in her mouth. She was craving his taste, his silky, smooth hardness in her mouth. He wasn't helping matters either, giving her new fantasies to picture.

She had a graphic imagination, and he used it to its extent. By Friday, she was climbing the walls, and he seemed just as calm as he always was. He worked a floor above her, but they never did get to see each other, except for maybe in passing every now and again. He belonged to a different company, and she often ached to sneak into his office and treat him to something special. He hadn't invited her up at all yet, and she was afraid to just show up. Often, she wondered how many other women he owned and how often he took his pleasure with them. She frowned just thinking about it. She had fallen in love with him almost instantly and hated the fact that she had to share him, but she would never give him up. He owned her in every way since the moment she submitted to him, maybe since the moment she laid eyes on him.

He was gorgeous, tall, and sexy. She enjoyed playing with his hair when they were lying in bed after God knows how long of fucking. It went down past his shoulders, and she had grown hers out for him. He loved playing with her hair as well, and it was down to her breasts now. She would do anything for him. The moment his beautiful, blue eyes set upon her, she was hooked. She wanted to be his, even though at that time, she knew nothing of bondage or submission, other than what she read in stories. He had taken her on, showed her, trained her. He really was her everything. She sighed as she continued to reminisce about the very beginning. She was so lost in thought, she didn't even notice anyone standing behind her until a hand was placed on her shoulder. She jumped at the contact, but when she turned around, all thought left her brain.

"Master?" The single word was barely whispered as she looked up at him. She would have moved to stand, but he had her cornered.

A smile came to his sexy, full lips as he enjoyed catching her by surprise. "I can't help but wonder what you were so preoccupied with. You're usually more attentive than this." He watched her bite her lip and stopped her from speaking. Grabbing a nearby chair, he pulled it over and sat down next to her. "Don't be sorry, sweet. I'm only teasing." He leaned in close as if he was going to kiss her. He watched her lashes flutter closed and pulled away. He was in no way ashamed of her, as they often went out together, but he knew that neither of them were ready to make their relationship known in the building yet. The only sign she had was the silver collar he had made just for her, complete with an inscription inside. He pushed even closer to her, spreading her legs enough to test her wetness. He growled with approval. "You have been a very good girl. I'll have to reward you for behaving so well for me," he grinned as she squirmed on his hand. She tried bringing him closer to do more, but he pulled away. Not being able to resist any longer, he pulled her up with him as he stood. She was short enough for him to rest his chin on her head if he so desired. Pulling her close, he kissed her hard. She pressed her body up against his as a soft moan left her lips. Pulling away, he gruffly said, "Be ready tonight. I don't like to be kept waiting." Her eyes lit up with his promise and she squirmed even more the rest of the day.

She was aching wet by the time she got home. As soon as she walked through the door, she stripped and entered the shower. She was so eager to see him tonight. It had been so long. His surprise visit earlier had set her on fire, his touch made her desire him even more, and when he kissed her, she all but melted in his arms. He was always so calm and collected whenever she saw him, and she was always squirming with desire for him. She was jealous of his other girls, but she knew what she was getting into when she had first gotten involved with him. She knew there would be others, and she was slightly jealous that he was able to pleasure himself with anyone he wanted, any time he wanted, and she was limited to him. Not that she wanted anyone else; she belonged to him in every way. It didn't hit her until after she realized how possessive she was getting. She was sure his other pets/slaves/submissives felt the same possessiveness of him, or could it really be only her? She never expected to fall in love with him; she only thought to act out some fantasies, fulfill some desires, learn more about herself in finding a Master to take her on, to train her, to make her better. She had though but didn't realize it until it was too late. She had to hide the fact that she was possessive of him, that it hurt her when he turned to someone else. She was only a toy, a means of pleasure, and she knew it. She tried to come to terms with it, but her heart wouldn't let her. Resting her head against the wall of the shower, she fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. All she could do was cherish the time he gifted her with. Those moments when they were together meant everything to her, and she wished they would never end. He had once told her she was his favorite pet. Did one really neglect their favorite pet for so long? Her frown increased as she finished her shower. She needed to think of happier things. She was going to get to see him tonight. She would get the privilege of being his toy for the night. Maybe he'd let her spend the night again. She so loved falling asleep in his arms.

The phone rang, making her jump out of her thoughts. She answered it without thought, as always. "You have one hour, pet. Will you be ready?" His voice was husky and it sent a shiver of excitement through her spine.

"Yes, Master. I'll be ready for you." She bit her lip, her arousal increasing just from the sound of his voice.

Her nipples hardened with the unspoken promise his words gave. "Good. See you soon, love." He hung up without another word, and she proceeded to get ready.

Biting her lip again, this time in indecision, she moved to her bedroom to figure out what she would wear for their encounter tonight. Her mind was automatically searching for the first corset he had bought her. Black and purple, it hugged her perfectly, pushing her luscious breasts up to almost spill out of the top. It was her favorite, and she always got a wonderful response from him whenever she wore it. It would take her a bit to get it tied, but she'd manage, and he could always tighten it for her. Placing the corset on the bed, she moved to find a skirt to match. After a few minutes of sifting through her closet, she found the skirt she wanted. It was long with a slit that went all the way up, leaving 3 inches to the top. She always felt sexy wearing the skirt, and it went well with the corset. Her Master would be pleased as he hadn't seen the skirt yet, but she had no doubt in her mind that he'd approve.

After getting dressed and fixing her hair, she was ready to go. Slipping on a pair of stiletto heels, she patiently waited on the couch for the knock on her door. She still had fifteen minutes left, but she knew better than to keep him waiting. Her heart was racing, her blood rushing through her veins, and her pussy dripping wet. As each moment went by, her desire grew. It had been too long since they last were together. A shiver moved down her spine a moment before there was a knock on the door. Instantly, she rose to open the door, and grinned like a fool in love as soon as she saw him. Stepping back, she lowered her head as he moved to come in. "Welcome, Sir. How may I please you tonight?" she asked meekly.

"No, no, no, my dear. We're not staying here tonight. I have something special planned for tonight," he grinned, his smile more dazzling than ever. "There's just one thing before We go, pet."

She looked up at him, wondering what he meant. He pulled her close and kissed her deep and slow. A moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself closer to his body, feeling his hard cock pressing up against her.

"Turn around, sweet." He nibbled on her ear once she complied and began to tighten her corset even more. "You look ravishing, love, and you have pleased your Master very much."

She bit her lip again, holding back a moan as her pussy became even more moist. "Thank You, Sir. I try my best to bring you pleasure."

"You succeed every time, pet," he whispered softly to her.

Once he was done, he turned her around to inspect her once again. Not being able to help himself, he nipped at the flesh of her breasts, licking the spot to soothe it. He pulled out one breast to suck on the nipple, teasing it with his teeth before biting and running his tongue over it. His pet moaned and squirmed beneath his touch, and it brought a smile to his face. The slightest touch would set her off tonight, and he knew it. It was just how he wanted her. He held out his arm to her.

"Come, pet. We have a long night a head of us, and I don't want to waste a moment."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with love, affection, and desire, "Anything for you, Sir." As they left, she imagined it they were the only ones in the world. She had him all to herself tonight, and as greedy as she was becoming when it came to him, she was going to take full advantage.

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