There’s always tomorrow. Sorry, was finishing up deliveries. Just got home.
Lured by the sound of food hitting the bowl, Mister Doodles came into the kitchen to eat, her puffy tail wagging away.
It’s okay. I just got home, too. Busy day?Tom texted back, watching Mister Doodles turn her nose up at the food and stare up at him expectantly.
“Sorry it’s not people,” he grumbled. “You’ll find no fresh meat here, little lady.”
Mister Doodles huffed and nosed around the bowl. She finally began to eat her kibble, but she didn’t seem happy about it.
Yeah. Glad it’s over. You do what I told you yet?
Tom shivered, and he could feel Cypress’s hands on his skin all over again. He bit his lip, thinking over how to reply before he typed out:
I was a very good boy. It’s done.
Good. That’s what I like to hear.
Does this mean I’ll get a reward?
Maybe you’ll find out on Saturday
Maybe sooner?
If you’re lucky ;)
They traded a few more texts about how their days went, and Tom found it much easier to talk with Cypress through texting. He opened up a little about Mrs. Winslow, how difficult her restoration was, and he shared a picture of his new dog.
That is not a dog. That is a fuzzy rat. A fuzzy rat that might eat you.
Do not talk about Mister Doodles like that!
Tom laughed to himself as he got ready for bed. He took Mister Doodles out for a quick walk to do her business and came back inside to take care of his own.
When he came out of the bathroom, he was pleasantly surprised to find Mister Doodles waiting for him. He crawled under the covers, made sure his alarm was set and found himself eagerly waiting for Cypress’s next reply.
I’ll remember you said that, lol. Hey, I’ve really enjoyed chatting, but I gotta get up early.
Me, too. It was fun. Good night, sweet dreams!
Sleep sweetly, beautiful
“Beautiful,” Tom whispered out loud, his cheeks burning in the darkness of his bedroom. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had called him beautiful, and he rolled over for sleep with a smile on his face and his stomach lightly fluttering.
For a guy who was technically blackmailing him into having sex with him, Cypress was very sweet.
Tom lifted his head when his phone went off again, squinting to read another message from Cypress:
And if you touch yourself later? Think of me… because I’ll definitely be thinking about you.
Oh, now that was unexpected and insanely hot.
Tom made a small sound, a grunt, quickly texting back:
Yes, sir.
He was too tired to even work out a quick one, and the new presence of Mister Doodles made it a little weird. Tomorrow morning, Tom promised himself, his eyes closing for sleep. In the shower for sure, maybe even in the bathroom at work. The very idea of jerking off at the funeral home made him grin, and he’d never felt so daring before.
Mister Doodles was making herself right at home, snuggling up to Tom’s chest and whining softly.
