48. Chapter 48
Chapter forty-eight
Sir:
Good morning, pet. How does your ass feel today?
Pet:
Some asshole reddened it. It hurts.
But I did put some of the cream you gave me on it, which helped, so thank you.
Sir:
You’re welcome. Hopefully, this pain makes you rethink how you behave the next time we’re together.
Doubt it.
Pet:
I never properly thanked you for my necklace.
It seems a little excessive, but it’s beautiful and I feel cherished when I wear it. Is that dumb?
Sir:
You’re welcome, pet.
Although I think we can both agree it’s a collar, particularly since you’ve been on a leash for me.
Pet:
*eyeroll*
Sir:
Glad to see your ass is fully healed, since you obviously aren’t afraid of any further punishment.
Pet:
I’m sorry, Sir.
Sir:
Apology accepted. As far as it being excessive…
I don’t think any piece of jewelry other than my hand will ever deserve being around your neck. That collar is the best I could have made on such short notice.
Pet:
You had it made just for me? Why?
Sir:
Because in the club, you’re mine.
I enjoy seeing you in things only I can provide.
My collar, my bruises, my cum.
Pet:
Speaking of which, your hand print is still visible on my ass.
Sir:
Girls who tease get teased back tenfold.
Go to bed, pet. You need to start stocking up on your sleep. You’ll need it.
Pet:
I think you’ve permanently altered my ability to sit at a desk.
Sir:
Hmm…I’m not sure I understand what you mean, pet.
Please explain. In detail.
Pet:
You know exactly what I mean, asshole.
Sir:
Humor me. I think it would be a nice exercise to hear it from you. In your own words.
Pet:
…
Sir:
I really don’t have all day.
Pet:
Fine. Sitting at my fucking desk makes me wish you were here so I could sit on your dick while you work and just worry about not coming, instead of having to worry about doing my own damn work.
Sir:
You wouldn’t have to worry about that, pet.
Pet:
Pretty sure I would.
Sir:
On the contrary, darling. I’ve been thinking that the next time I have you warm my cock while I work, I’ll let you come as many times as you want. In fact, I think I’ll insist on it.
Pet:
Please
Sir:
Get back to work, pet. Your job is very important, I’m sure.
Pet:
Yes, Sir.
Sir:
Were the snacks to your liking after our last meeting?
Pet:
Someone’s desperate to talk to me, I see.
You know they were. I couldn’t gobble them down fast enough.
Sir:
You are, across the board, an exceptional gobbler.
Still. Answer my question, pet.
Pet:
Hmm…
More chocolate.
Sir:
Can you expand more on your ‘5’ ranking for sensory deprivation?
Was that specifically for touch, sound, and sight, the way we played last time? Or are you interested in other ways?
Pet:
It’s 4 am. What the hell, dude?
Sir:
Silence your phone if you don’t want alerts.
That’s not my problem.
Although I do like the idea of you with the volume up, waiting to hear from me. When the phone chimes, does your pussy get wet, like a good little slut?
Pet:
Really pushing the boundaries of our relationship outside of the physical location of the club, asshole. Why are you even awake?
Sir:
Between sets at the gym. The sooner you answer me, the sooner you can go back to bed.
Pet:
Fine. As long as I have my taps and/or safe word, I don’t think there’s any sensory deprivation that I wouldn’t want to try…
Sir:
You’d be open to a full gag in addition to being bound and blindfolded?
Pet:
Yes.
Sir:
That’s a lot of trust, pet. I could do anything to you.
Pet:
That’s kind of the entire point, isn’t it?
And…I trust you. We have our parameters, and we’ve discussed our expectations and rules.
I feel safe with you.
Sir:
Thank you for your honesty and for the gift of your trust, pet. Such a good girl for me, using her words.
Pet:
Here’s a word.
Fuck off.
Jack:
Were you able to talk to Marco about going to Phantom?
Margot:
They’re still free Saturday.
I have plans that night, but a matinee should be fine.
Jack:
Oooo Saturday night plans…Do you have a big date?
Margot:
That, sir, is none of your business.
Jack:
Sir, huh? That’s a new one, but I have to say, I could get used to it…
Margot:
No.
Jack:
Well, I’m just excited you texted me back.
I half expected you to ghost me.
Margot:
I never go back on my pinky promises.
You should know that by now.
Jack:
I used to…
You came back from Paris a whole new Margot.
Margot:
I’m not THAT different.
Jack:
Still, I’d like to get to know the new you.
I had such a great time the other night and…I’ve really missed you.
Margot:
Yeah…
Let's just start with Phantom and go from there.
Jack:
I’ve already got the tickets. :)