Good Pet

After the part of the dream where he’s going to town on them in court like a regal lion going after his kill and ruling his jungle with an iron fist, we are in a room in a lavish castle. It’s a bedchamber with a huge king-sized bed. It is concealed by curtains and stuffed full of pillows. There are chairs and other pieces of furniture all around, set before big, open windows. Those windows look out over sprawling vineyards and countryside.

But it’s here, on the bed, that Tommy makes me his totally and completely. He ties me to the posts. But he does so with me kneeling, not lying on my back. He’s got silken ropes around my wrists and ankles, and pillows under me, just in case I fall over. He’s got so many, that even if I don’t stay kneeling, my ass is going to be straight up in the air.

After piling the pillows underneath me, he spreads my legs a bit, dribbles some lube he’s warmed up over my pussy and down my folds, fingering it into my hole, and massaging it along my clit. I grind against him as he does, moaning as he spreads my ass cheeks apart, and presses a finger inside of me. Then two. Then three.

I rock against each finger with growing vigor giving growing pleas for more. I don’t remember exactly what I said to him at this moment, but it was something like, “More, sir. Please, sir.”

I push myself into him in this dream, even when he gets up to a whole hand, trying to go into my pussy. I allow him to try to fill me that way. We don’t get too far in this, but he’s happy with me. Tommy is satisfied enough to stroke my clit while he thumbs and fingers my aching, wet pussy. I don’t remember what he says about it, other than it’s nice and pink.

But in the dream, as it is right here and now, it’s enough to make me tremble. I strain against his touch. Except now that “touch” is the confines of my panties. I shift in my seat, wishing for nothing more than for Tommy to come here right now, take me into the bathroom, and take me from behind. Stuffed me full of every inch of him. To go balls deep in me, even if all we have is a bit of spit for lube.

In my head, he’s doing exactly that.

We’ve left the French Castle behind and settled for the bathroom. The private one made for the secretaries so that we don’t have to go far. Coincidentally, it’s the same one I dragged Tommy to on the very first day we met. Now we’re not fixing up his clothes. We’re fixing our naughty little problems. Tommy has a raging erection, and I have a wet, quivering pussy in need of stuffing. I also have ass cheeks in need of a hand to spank them to get me back in line.

I sigh longingly, imagining Tommy reprimanding me in the bathroom. He’s telling me how bad I’m being by not having my mind on work and giving me a rough fuck for it.

In my head, I imagine that I scream out, “Yes, sir! I’m such a bad, bad pet! Punish me!” but outwardly, I can do nothing but fidget. I fuss in my seat and notice Isabella raising her eyebrows at me.

“All right there, Melissa?”

I blush and smile nervously. “Just great,” I say, scolding myself for being so brainless and fantasizing like that at my desk.

“Ooookaaay,” she says, obviously not believing me. She gestures at my headset. “You’re getting a call. It’s blinking. Has been for a good thirty seconds.”

That’s all I need to hear her say. I press the “answer” button on my earphone and do my usual spiel, though part of it is edged with my dream and my fantasy.

The voice I hear is one I’m glad to hear, but not expecting: Tommy.

“Just seeing if I can reach you this way,” he says. “You’ve reached me this way before.” By the way he’s talking, I can tell he’s trying to go under the radar and not be noticed. Which means Vanacore must be nearby. “I wanted to make sure I could do the same.” He pauses. Then I hear Vanacore rattling on to a client about some business or other. She sounds just as arrogant and self-important as I imagined she would. “I made some progress with her. Tell you about it over lunch. Meet me downtown, at Sadie’s. Meet me there in about an hour.” With that, he hangs up.

I hang up too. I turn my chair and see Isabella looking curiously at me.

“Thought this was a pizza place,” I say to her unspoken question.

Isabella just shakes her head, clicks her tongue, and goes to answer her phone.