He doesn’t move for a minute after he finishes, the tip of him still between my lips. When he finally opens his eyes, they’re unfocused, glazed with pleasure. “Show me.”
I open my mouth and show him that it’s empty, that I swallowed everything just like he told me to, and he smiles. “Good girl.”
Warm approval and happiness wash over me like a wave, and I have to look away. Matthew pulls me to my feet and into his arms. I like the feeling of his warmth wrapped around me. “You were excellent.”
“Really?”
“I think that might be the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
Again the wave of approval. I like that I made him feel good, that I’m the reason for his pleasure. It feels good.
“What happens now?”
Matthew sighs. “Now, unfortunately, I have more work to do.”
He lets me go, and I try to keep the surprise off my face. “What do you want me to do?”
“You can have free time,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You are, of course, welcome to stay here with me. Though you’ll be kneeling. Or you can explore the house, read, do what you like while I work out this mess.”
Kneeling quietly in that painful position or have my free run of the house? “House, please.”
“I thought so,” he smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll have someone find you if I change my mind.”
He rearranges himself inside his pants and crosses the room to his desk. I’m almost to the door when he calls my name. There’s no amusement there. “If I find out that you put on more clothes, or that you got yourself off, I won’t be pleased.”
I unsuccessfully fight off my blush from the fact that he knew I was that turned on, and I hear him laugh softly as I close the door behind me.
Eleven
Hours pass slowly in the house. I grab the book I started yesterday and take it to the library. There’s a chair in a sunny corner that I noticed on the tour, and I was right that it’s the perfect spot to sit and read. I’m approached by some of the staff for lunch, and even though it’s weird for me to be in this lingerie, they never act like anything is wrong. Plus, the tea and lunch they make me are absolutely delicious.
Every time I hear footsteps, I’m expecting that someone’s going to bring me a note from Matthew with some naughty instruction, but it’s never that. I keep thinking about this morning, and yesterday, and with every passing hour I’m more and more on edge. My arousal never decreases, and neither does the fact that I’m so wet I’m constantly aware of it.
When it’s time for dinner, I’m so eager to see him and for him to get me off that I’m practically bouncing as I wait in the dining room. But then he doesn’t come, and the housekeeper asks if I’d like my food in my room, or maybe in the living room with a movie. I excuse myself, and head for his office. I’m hungry, but I’m more hungry for something else, and I’m not going to get it waiting in the living room with a movie.
The lights are on in Matthew’s study and as I push open the door I see that my vision of him this morning was right. He’s sitting in a chair next to the fireplace—even though it’s too hot for it to be lit—with his nose buried in a book. He looks up when I come in and smiles. “Hello.”
“Hi.”
“Are you all right?”
I put a bit of sway in my hips as I walk towards him, “I just…hadn’t seen you at all, and I wanted to.”
“That’s a nice surprise.” He tugs me down for a kiss, and when he releases me I’m a little lightheaded.
“So…is there anything you want me to do?”
He laughs. “No, not at the moment.” And then he goes back to reading, which I see now isn’t a book but looks like something business related.
“Are you sure?” I sink to my knees, making sure I get the position right.
“I’m sure, Emma,” he says.
Frustration grips my stomach, and I stand quickly. I feel like there’s so much energy in my body that I can’t hold onto it all, and I know a really easy way to get rid of some of it, but I’m not allowed to touch myself. Not like that. I walk over to Matthew’s desk, and place myself provocatively over the edge of it. “You know, I’ve always had a fantasy about being fucked on a desk.”
His voice is filled with amusement. “I’ll keep that in mind.” But he doesn’t move.
“Why aren’t you doing anything with me?”
“Because it’s my decision. I can use you or play with you as I like. Or not. But if you ask nicely, I’ll consider it.”