25 Lindsey
Lindsey
I’M FLOATING. MY FEET are on the ground, but I feel as if my body is in the clouds. My problems are a million miles away, and for the past four days, I’ve woken up every morning to my alarm feeling like my life is finally heading down the right track. It’s wonderful.
My phone buzzes, and like an addict, I grab it off the table in the break room, opening my message app to read my new message from Dane.
Sir
I’ve read over your journal entries, and I’m pleased you’re feeling good about our new dynamic and that you feel satisfied with the routines we’re establishing. You’re doing so well, baby.
My stomach flutters at his praise along with the endearment. Since we discussed new boundaries and signed our amended agreement on Monday, one that removed the clauses about no sex or sexual activities happening between us, things have been great.
We went over every question on the second part of the questionnaire when we revised the contract, and I still can’t believe how many things I marked as “willing to try.” Medical play, schoolroom scenes, voyeurism—even shaving and erotic objectification.
Dane was professional the whole time, like he always has been.
Asking thoughtful questions, adjusting things, and, from what I could tell, filing ideas away for later.
I’ve been journaling not only about the role-play experience but any feelings that have come up with our new dynamic.
Dane and I haven’t had another scene like the one on Sunday, but beyond talking about the sexual questions and our agreement, we’ve continued flirting over messages, building more trust with each other through our daily interactions and my check-ins.
I swear I’ve had to change my underwear at least once a day with the sexual tension between us, but I haven’t come since Sunday.
I’m hoping that will change soon, however, because playing with him again is all I’ve been able to think about.
I type out a message and sit back in my chair, nibbling on a carrot stick I packed.
That’s another thing I’ve been good about—packing lunches.
I even made Kas premade ones for when she’s with JoJo so they don’t eat frozen stuff.
She complained to me yesterday that she’d rather have chicken nuggets, but I’m trying to be better about putting my foot down even if it’s uncomfortable. Something Dane is helping me with.
I smile as I swallow another bite. When I started working with Dane, I had a feeling it would help me, but I never expected to feel so good. With every text and action, I’m more hopeful instead of down on myself all the time.
I’ve also been speaking to myself better and feeling more confident in my parenting as each day ends. Amazing what routines can do—what having Dane in my life has done.
Me
Thank you, Sir. I wanted to let you know I’ve got Nathan’s days set for watching Kas until school starts at the end of the month, and I said no to covering a shift tomorrow so I can take her to the obstacle course before she heads to see her dad.
I managed to convince Jeremy to let Kas come a day later for his weekend with her.
She’ll stay till Monday instead of Sunday; that way, she doesn’t have to miss the obstacle course tomorrow.
He gave me hell, but I used Kas’s pouty face to my advantage.
It messed up my work schedule a bit, but Nathan, Fox, and Morgan came to the rescue, going above and beyond for me.
They’re going to drive her down to Santa Solana and stay for the weekend; that way, I don’t have to worry about picking her up on Monday.
Nathan was happy to do it. He wants to try to teach Fox how to surf, and they claimed they needed a little vacation.
I finish typing out the text with a wider smile.
Dropping off Kas wasn’t my only reason for saying no to the extra shift.
I need rest from work so I don’t completely burn out, but I also want to see Dane in person when I drop her off.
A little pathetic? Probably. But the idea of seeing him, even if we can’t touch or talk, has me more excited than I’d like to admit.
His message pops up a second later, and I read it eagerly.
Sir
Good girl, I know that must have been hard for you to do. But shouldn’t you be working now?
I giggle at his message, knowing he would have said that in his growly voice if he were here with me.
Me
On my break.
Sir
How long do you have left?
Immediately, I wonder why he’s asking, and I can’t help but imagine what he could possibly have me do in twenty minutes while I’m at work. Does he want me to send him a titty pic or something?
I don’t see Dane asking me to do that, even though I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’d find that a little hot. The idea of forbidden is fun. I also did say on my questionnaire I would be interested in public play, even if I don’t know what that looks like.
I realize time is running out the more I think, so I send him an answer.
Me
About twenty minutes.
Sir
We haven’t taken a look at your finances yet. Do you have time to send me over what you need help with?
The floating feeling I felt before dies. Like a balloon losing helium, I slowly come down to the ground until I’m a sad, wrinkly blob.
Me
I’ll admit, Sir, that was not what I thought you were going to ask.
Sir
Oh? And what did you think I was going to ask?
I debate exposing my thoughts or keeping them to myself. But our relationship is about honesty.
Me
Something fun.
Sir
Being financially responsible is fun.
I snort as I type out:
Me
Says who?
Sir
Your Dom, smarty-pants. Did your lesson the other night teach you nothing about what your smart mouth gets you?
I shift in my chair, feeling a little bit of that float return to my body.
Me
Maybe I need a reminder.
My phone rings, and I know it’s him without looking at the screen. My heart flutters as I answer. “Hi,” I say.
“If you were being serious, tell me you consent to a scene right now.”
My heart thuds against my chest. “You know my answer is yes.”
We may not have been playing together long, and the sexual part of our relationship is new, but I think I’ll always say yes to Dane. He’s proven more than once that I can trust him. He’s always checking in and making sure I’m good.
There’s a reason I said yes to that scene with him over the computer, even before a new agreement was in place between us.
When we revised the contract together, he brought that fact up and apologized for moving forward without an official agreement, even though he got my consent beforehand. I told him I didn’t regret it and felt good about it, which says a lot about how I feel about him, given my past.
“Is there anyone in the break room with you?”
Heat rises in my body, and I shake my head. “No, I’m alone.”
“I put something special in your locker for you.”
“What?” I ask, blinking. “When?”
“Do you want to ask me that, or do you want to find out what it is? Time is ticking.”
Instead of answering, I stand up and go to my locker, double-checking I’m still alone. There are no locks on our lockers. This town is so small, and we all trust each other. I’m never worried about anyone stealing something, so it’s never bothered me.
When I open mine, I don’t see anything at first. But then I notice a bag behind an extra pair of scrubs I have inside.
“Do you see it?”
“Yes, what did you get me?”
“Take the bag, and go to the bathroom. Don’t open it until you’re inside.”
My fluttering heart beats faster as I do what he says, grateful there’s a one-stall bathroom in the break room that also houses a shower. I have no idea what could be in this bag; I’m completely drawing a blank.
I click the lock then go to the sink where I can place the present on the edge of the porcelain.
“Okay, I’m opening it.” Dane doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s still there. I can hear birds chirping from wherever he is.
I open the simple white gift bag with white tissue inside. Then I pull out the box, blushing the moment I read what’s inside.
“Sir,” I say quietly. “You can’t be serious.”
“I was going to save this for later, for after you got out of work, but I think you’re in need of a lesson.”
“Sir,” I whisper even though I know nobody can see or hear me. “A panty vibrator?”
“I’ve cleaned it for you and set it up. It’s connected to an app on my phone, so I can control it from anywhere, even another state.”
I swallow. “You want me to wear this at work?”
His low hum comes through the phone, and I know without feeling it that I’m wet. Very wet. “What if I’m with a patient?”
“Then I guess you’d better practice your poker face, baby.”
“You’re serious?”
“Would I tell you to do something if I wasn’t serious?”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
“Remember, Lindsey. You can tell me no. I will not be upset.”
I believe him, too. “I’m not saying no.”
“Then put that little toy inside your panties and tell me when it’s done.”
His low command sends a shiver up my spine, and I place my phone on the sink. I take the little ridged silicone toy that will fit snugly against my clit in one hand and pull down my scrubs and underwear with the other.
I was right: I’m wet, nearly as wet as I was the last time we played. I wipe away the wet spot with a paper towel then put the toy where it’s meant to go, pulling up my underwear to help keep it in place. Once my scrubs are secure, I wash my hands and pick my phone back up.
“It’s done, Sir.”
“How does it feel?”
It’s a strange sensation, having an odd-shaped piece of silicone between the lips of your vulva. The textured part presses against my clit, and while it’s not comfortable, it’s not horrible, either. But I haven’t walked yet.
“Interesting, Sir.”
“Bad interesting or good interesting?”
“I don’t know yet.”
He chuckles at the same time the toy comes to life against my clit. I stifle a cry and almost drop my phone. The buzzing is intense against my sex, and my eyes water.
“Dane,” I choke.
“Still interesting?” he asks in an amused tone. The bastard.
“Intense,” I manage to get out. The buzzing stops, and I inhale a long breath.
“Are you alive over there?” he asks.
“Barely.”
His laughter comes through the phone again before the buzzing starts in a bold pattern that hits hard then retracts before buzzing for a few long seconds. I grip the phone in one hand and the sink in the other, clamping my thighs together while trying not to cry out.
“I’m giving you five minutes to come,” Dane announces. “Then you need to eat something and get back to work, understand?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. I didn’t think he was going to let me come so soon, but I’m grateful for it and am not going to question it.
“Remember to be quiet; you don’t want someone to hear you.” The moment he finishes speaking, the pattern stops, and he must put it on the highest setting because I can hear it buzzing.
I grip the phone harder and move to press my head against the tile wall, clamping my hand over my mouth.
“I’m imagining you right now, baby, in your cute little scrubs, your cheeks flushed. I bet you’re making a mess in your panties, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I squeak out.
He chuckles again, deeper and more mischievous this time, and it’s almost my undoing. The high-speed buzzing lowers, and I inhale a shaky breath. My clit is tingling, and my hard nipples rub against the cups of my bra.
“Lindsey, Lindsey, Lindsey,” he chants. “Such a good girl when you want to be.”
“Sir,” I whimper. “I’m going to—”
“Do it, baby.”
He switches the setting of the toy to high, and I bite my hand as a strong orgasm rips through me and I whine in pleasure.
“I wish I could see you right now. I bet your body is craving my touch. I bet you’d do anything to feel my hands on you, isn’t that right?”
My “Yes, Sir” is strained, and my eyes are stinging from all the sensations. Dane hasn’t stopped the vibrations yet, and my orgasm won’t quit. I almost drop the phone as another, more desperate whimper leaves my lips.
“You want me to stop?”
“Y-yes, oh fuck,” I say as the vibrations become almost painful against my clit.
“Give me another one.”
“Sir—”
“I said, give me another one, Lindsey,” he growls through the phone.
The vibrations pulse in high and strong patterns, and despite thinking I can’t, my body listens to him. “Shit,” I moan as a second one hits. “Fuck.”
“Shhhh, baby,” Dane coos. “Don’t want anyone to come running.”
I’m about to ask him to stop when the vibrations cease and my body sags. My forehead is still pressed against the cool tile as I drag air into my lungs and try to calm down.
“You did so well, coming twice for me at work.”
I almost sob from his praise, my body floating high like it did the other night.
I never thought full-body orgasms like this were possible, and he’s not even giving them to me directly.
I decide that for his birthday, whenever that is, I’m getting him a plaque that says “Orgasm God” because that’s what he is.
“Still alive?” he asks.
“Barely, Sir.”
“Was that too much?”
The concern in his tone makes my chest feel warm. “It was a lot, but…”
“Use your words, baby,” he says when I don’t continue.
God, I love when he says that. “It was a lot, but I liked it. I liked it a lot, Sir.”
“Good.” He hums. “Because I liked it, too.”
I smile at his admission and want to ask if he came, too. But I don’t think he did, just like I don’t think he did the other night. There’s a pressure in my chest, one that makes me want to ask him why he’s not touching himself while I’m getting off. Is that a Dom thing or does he not want to?
“You should go eat, and make sure you drink your water. You have seven minutes left on your break.”
“I will,” I say softly, my heart pounding at his care.
I should’ve known he was actually timing the rest of my break.
I inhale another calming breath and step away from the wall, my legs mostly solidified now.
My underwear is ruined, though. Thank god I keep extra sets here, because they’re no longer wearable for the rest of my shift.
“Good girl.” I’m about to hang up when his voice comes through the line. “And Lindsey?”
“Yes?”
“Remember that poker face.” I groan through the phone, and he chuckles. “Did you think I got you this gift for your pleasure?”
“You didn’t?”
“No, baby, it’s for mine.”
I bite my lip, my sensitive clit throbbing.
“Now go. We’ll speak later.”