The Enticement
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The first five minutes passed quickly and I discovered myself looking forward to the following ten. When those were over, I spent my ten-minute rest writing in my journal again, this time reflecting on how my view of his kneeling plan had changed.
The fifteen-minute block was tough, but anytime I felt myself sliding toward complaining, I thought of him and pushed through the discomfort.
I wasn’t expecting his text when it came through at ten to eleven.
Almost finished, my lovely. I’m very proud of you. For your last hour, I want you to play with yourself during your rests, but you’re not allowed to come.
I groaned though I wasn’t sure why. Playing with myself and not coming was more along the lines of what I’d thought he’d have me do while he was in meetings. During my five-minute kneeling time I wondered if Daniel was having Julie do anything while he was in meetings all day. But they were local and Julie worked, so he probably wasn’t.
No, odds were I was the only submissive partner to someone at the conference. The thought made me feel secretive and sexy. I jotted those thoughts down in my journal during the first minute of my rest time. The remaining time, I worked my body into a frenzy thinking about the night before. Both the session before my shower and the middle of the night wake-up call I still wasn’t sure had actually happened.
It took several minutes of kneeling during my last fifteen-minute period before my body calmed down.
“Deep breaths,” I mumbled to myself. “You will not orgasm without his permission.”
Once my nerve endings had returned as close to normal as they were going to, I reviewed everything I’d learned that morning. I didn’t want to forget anything since I planned to do a blog post about my experiences. And I thought about how glad I was I didn’t have much longer to keep my orgasm at bay.
I’d have to meet Nathaniel outside by the elevator shortly after my time was up. That didn’t give me a lot of time to get ready. Hopefully he’d laid an outfit out for me to wear.
When my kneeling time was finally over, I went into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. This time I didn’t think about the night before. The fantasy playing in my mind when I closed my eyes involved Nathaniel taking me in front of a group of people.
I jumped when a pair of hands joined mine on my breasts.
“Now this is a sight to come home to. No, keep your eyes closed,” Nathaniel said. “I might start making you wait for me like this every day.”
“I might like that, Master.”
“Keep your hands moving. Don’t stop just because I’m here.”
I moved my right hand back to my clit and teased it.
“There we go,” he said. “I was sitting in that boring meeting and I decided I didn’t want to miss out seeing you like this. Aroused and not able to come.”
I wondered if that meant he wasn’t going to let me come during his lunch break?
“And,” he continued. “I decided it didn’t make any sense for you to get all dressed and ready. Know why? Keep your hands moving.”
I restarted teasing my clit. “You’re going to fuck me,” I said in answer to his question.
“No, though the suggestion is tempting. But I’m not going to fuck you during lunch.” He stayed quiet for a long moment, making me wonder what his plans were before. “I’m going to watch you fuck yourself.”
I loved and hated when he watched. Loved it, because I knew it aroused him, and nothing pleased me more than knowing he became turned on by something I did. Equally, though, I hated it because if he was simply watching, he wasn’t touching. And the selfish part of me wanted his hands on me.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “Keep it up.”
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. I imagined I was on a stage with a group of people watching. Their eyes were riveted on me while I pleasured myself. I slid my fingers through my wetness and ran one lightly over my clit. As I pictured in my mind how the audience reacted to my display, I started to work my fingers faster.
Not being able to bring myself relief was borderline painful. I kept waiting for Nathaniel to undress and join me on the bed, but when I cracked an eye open to peek, he was still fully clothed. Suddenly afraid I would push myself over the line if I kept my actions up, I slowed my fingers.
“Smart,” Nathaniel said. “I was starting to think you were going to come without permission.”
He hadn’t told me to stop, so I kept teasing myself. “It was tempting, Master.”
“You can stop now.” He stood up and walked to the closet, talking while he shuffled clothes. “There’s been a change in plans. We’re staying in for lunch. It’ll be delivered shortly after our guest arrives.”