She got off the bed and dressed quickly, and then left the room, all while I stared dumbly. I couldn’t figure out what had just happened. We’d started off with me in charge, but it had ended with her. All because I’d told her I wanted to be spanked. And it had been amazing. The whole thing had been amazing, if a little shameful.
Okay, a lot shameful. I was lying on a strange bed with my cum come all over my stomach, cooling in my chest hair. Alone.
This was insane. I should get up and clean this off using a washcloth and soap and water like a normal person. I was a grown man. I could do what I wanted.
But if I disobeyed, she would know. She might not let me back here.
Fuck.
I dragged my finger through the goop, scooping up a dollop. This was so much worse without her here. At least if she were here, looking at me, goading me on, it could be hot. This was just degrading. And, all right, a little bit hot.
I put it in my mouth and sucked it off. It tasted like…nothing much at all. A little salt. A slight tang of bitter. But mostly gooey nothing.
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nbsp; I took another taste and another, until there was only smeared dampness left on my chest and stomach. Then I dressed and cautiously exited the room. Melissa was sitting in an armchair, reading a book.
“Did you like it?” she asked, without looking up.
“Not really.”
“Mmm,” she hummed. Then she snapped the book shut and set it down. When she stood, she had transformed into the sweet, docile woman I had first picked up. “I enjoyed it.”
I cleared my throat. “I did, too. I meant…that last. And I guess I did enjoy that, too. It was just new to me.”
She smiled shyly. “Me, too.”
“Well, you played the part very well. Would you be able to go out tomorrow night?”
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “I have plans.”
Damn, damn, damn. I had ruined it, after all. There was no need to even wonder which thing it had been. The whole night had been too damned much for her.
“It’s a work thing.” She made a face of distaste. “Happy hour.”
“Oh,” I said. “Then maybe –”
“Another night.” She put a hand on my forearm. “Definitely.”
“Great,” I said.
I wanted to push it. To nail her down. What night? When?
But I had to play it cool, especially after the spectacularly uncool of earlier. I strode to the door, trying to look, well, however it was a man was supposed to look after getting laid. Smug, I guess.
She followed me to the door, but stopped me on step. “Wait.”
Reaching up, she hooked her finger into the collar of my shirt and tugged. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, maybe a kiss, but I followed her finger down. She peeked into my shirt. I looked down, too, to see the half-dried cum sticking to my chest.
Melissa looked up at me, her face a foot away from mine, and smiled. “I’ll call you.”
Then she shut the door.
Yeah. I felt smug.
* * *
I stared at the computer screen, trying to make sense of the columns. So many years I had done this and never had any problems. My business had grown until I’d had to start turning down new clients, only taking referrals.