Princely Passions

Do you want to be treated like a naughty girl at your place, or at mine?

Ummmm … uhhhh…

What a choice. I swipe the phone open and quickly text back, “Yours,” then shut it off and drop it into my pocket ag

ain. It’s time to get to work.

I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket over the next hour as I move around the hospital, checking on patients. I want nothing more than to pull my phone out, or put it further into my scrubs, right up against my clit.

Oh my God, now that is a naughty thought. Using my phone as a vibrator?

I finally get five minutes to myself to slip into the bathroom, and I eagerly pull out my phone to read over my messages. I lean against the bathroom stall wall, my heart going a million miles a minute.

While you’re at work, waiting to come here to be spanked like you deserve, I want you to sneak into a private place—your office, a bathroom, a broom closet—and finger yourself.

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.

44

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.