Personally, I thought having to pee in front of him was enough. Obviously, we weren’t on the same page.
“I haven’t come up with anything, Sir.”
“Well, spankings are out,” he said blandly. “And I’m not ready for serious orgasm denial just yet. However, I think I have an idea of what you don’t want.” His gaze shot to the bathroom.
I swallowed hard, refusing to look away from him.
“For the next twenty-four hours, you will ask my permission before you do anything. Whether it’s to get a cup of coffee, to use the restroom, to eat, to drink, to sleep, to read, to call someone. Every single one of your needs must be approved by me.”
Although the thought was not appealing, it seemed fitting. After all, I had disregarded all of his needs. Then again, the idea of asking him seemed as though it would be a tremendous burden on him. He was already dealing with his own life, plus being my master.
Damn, I’d made a terrible mess of this.
“Yes, Sir,” I agreed humbly. “I will ask your permission.”
“Good.” He went back to his computer.
I turned to head out of the office, but he cleared his throat. I realized I hadn’t asked permission and I instantly knew this was going to be far more difficult than I originally thought.
“Sir, may I return to my desk and work?”
“You may.”
“May I get dressed?”
“No, you may not.”
I nodded, then headed for the door.
“You need to thank your Master, pet. It’s a privilege to be allowed to do anything at all.”
I turned to face him, wanting to show him the respect he deserved. “Thank you, Sir.”
He nodded and I took that as my dismissal. I hurried out of his office and went right to my desk. I called Jordan to let him know he could send any calls to me. When he tried to see if I was all right, I told him I couldn’t talk. No way was I going to go into detail about this.
And for now, I was going to take full advantage of being able to catch up on my job duties.
•
When five thirty rolled around, I hadn’t seen Sir. He was still in his office. The only person who’d talked to him was Langston, but even he had left half an hour ago. I was still naked, and in order to get dressed, I would have to go into Sir’s office to get my clothes.
I felt bad for interrupting since I’d done so at least a dozen times already since he’d allowed me to go back to work, but I was supposed to leave at five thirty. Anything after that would be overtime and they hadn’t approved for me to work additional time. So, I forced myself to my feet and went to Sir’s office door. I knocked and listened for him to invite me in. A second later he called out.
I opened the door. “Sir, I’m finished for the day.”
“Please, come in.” He didn’t look up from his computer. “Have a seat.”
Before I could put my butt in the chair, Sir reached into his desk, then held out his hand to me. I instantly recognized the small bullet vibrator. Knowing what he wanted, I reached over and took it from his hand. When my fingers brushed his palm, electricity shot up my arm. I missed his touch.
“I want to watch,” he informed me. “I need thirty minutes or so before I’ll be ready to leave. While I work, I want you to tease yourself.”
I realized he didn’t say that I couldn’t come; however, I knew that would be something I would have to ask permission for.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, repositioning myself in the chair so that he could see between my legs.
I couldn’t deny that my body instantly warmed at the thought of Sir watching me masturbate. Although I should’ve been embarrassed, I found that I wasn’t. I was eager to get close to Sir again and I hoped that this was a step in the right direction.
I turned on the vibrator, then eased it between my legs, hovering over my clit so that the vibration was a light caress. I continued like that for several minutes, teasing my labia, my clit, my entrance. I continued to watch Sir, but he didn’t look up at me one time, much to my disappointment.
It didn’t take long before I was panting, my body fully engulfed by my arousal. I held the vibrator against my clit, applying enough pressure so that the stirrings of my orgasm were present. I backed off a little, inhaling deeply.
Sir’s gaze darted over briefly before returning to his screen. His expression never changed and I wondered if he was intrigued or merely checking to see that I was doing what I was told.
“Spread your legs wider,” Sir instructed.
