Oh God.
I feel my pussy clench tight with need at those words. How did he know I’d be sneaking away and checking my phone?
I’d never masturbated in public before, but now, my pussy is begging for it. Just touch me … I can almost hear my clit talking to me.
I slip my right hand down into my scrubs and inside of my plain-jane white cotton undies. I’ll need to start wearing sexier underwear to work if I’m going to be doing this more often. With a sigh of satisfaction and relief and tension all skyrocketing high, my fingers feel my wet, slippery clit and begin rubbing over it. Oh God, yes. It's amazing how good that feels.
I sag into the wall of the bathroom stall even further as I try to focus my eyes on my phone. To see what other instructions Dominic has sent me.
While you’re finger fucking yourself, I want you to imagine that I’m there, fucking you hard.
My head falls back with a thud against the cold metal wall and I squeeze my eyes tight as I rub harder. I’m imagining him fucking me from behind, grabbing my hair and slamming into me, smacking my ass, and…
Ohhhhhhh!
I cum, fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, trying so hard to fight the scream of joy wanting to erupt from me. It’s just washing over me in waves and as hard as I try, I can’t fight back the “Uh, uh, uh” grunting noises exploding from me.
“Are you okay?” I hear a voice call out.
Oh God. Oh fucking God. It’s my boss’ boss, Emily Vanderwalt. I shove my phone back into my pocket and straighten up.
“Oh yeah, just fine,” I call out but I can’t pretend and say that I sound perfectly normal. I sound guilty as fuck and there’s no way anyone within ten miles of me doesn’t know what I was just doing in this stall.
“Okay,” she says, and I can hear the hesitancy in her voice. “If you say so.”
“Yup, just fine!” I say over-brightly.
I wait until I hear her footsteps fade away and the bathroom door close behind her, before I whip my phone out.
I can’t text right now. Don’t text me anymore. I’ll talk to you tonight.
I have to wash my hands and I have to get to work. Break time is over and I have to start acting like an adult.
No matter how weak in the knees I feel.
12
Dominic
I look down at my phone and reread Daphne’s last abrupt message to me, worry washing over me. What if I was pushing her too hard? I just thought it’d be fun to sext with her. I hadn’t meant to drive her away. Surely she knows that I’m just kidding about the naughty little girl thing, right?
Maybe it was a step too far, what with our past familial relationship and all.
I shove my phone into my desk drawer with a frown. I’ll admit it, ever since I divorced Mary, I haven’t wanted to settle down. Sex, sex, nothing but hot, dirty, raw sex is all I’ve wanted and I just figured that’s all I’d ever get for the rest of my life.
And last week, I was perfectly content with that. I was more than content; I was happy. Settling down with one person was a shitastic idea with a side of stupidity. Where was the variety and fun in that? Why the hell would I agree to it, when I can get almost any woman I want, whenever I want?
But now that I’m looking at Daphne through the eyes of someone who wants to love her as a woman, not a little girl, I'm starting to realize that maybe sex, sex, nothing but hot, dirty, raw sex for the rest of my life is … a little shallow.
I look at the file in the upper left-hand corner of my desk. It’s for a client—a huge new client that I just closed with this morning. I should be shouting from the rooftops. It’s not every day that I sign a $500 million contract. I should be ecstatic over it.
Instead, all I can think is that I can’t wait to tell Daphne tonight. Everything is better when I can share it with her. And then I start to think about how much I want Daphne, and then I start to compose more sexts in my mind.
Which, I absolutely cannot keep doing. She asked me to stop, so I need to respect that boundary.
I’d wanted to sext with her until she came, and then spank the monkey and take a picture of my hard-on to send to her. That had been my super complicated, super grown-up plan.
Why is it that I turn back into a teenager around Daph? I’ve been horny before in my life, but not like this. It’s like I can’t ever be satisfied—that I can't finally have “enough” sex and not want any more. Even as I’m cumming inside of her, I’m always planning on how and where and when I’m going to fuck her next.