Are you?
I would love to fuck your pretty hole with my bare cock and come inside you.
I shiver.
Is sexting while you’re at work a good idea?
Probably not. I’ll get ribbed for weeks if I get hard. But you’re alone in your room.
Yes.
Your parents are at work?
Yes.
Then I could get you hard.
I whimper.
But you wouldn’t be allowed to touch yourself or come. Why is that, pretty boy?
Because my orgasms belong to you. My cock belongs to you. I belong to you.
I stare at the message after I’ve sent it. My words weren’t to please Kyle. Okay, yes, I did want to please him and be good, but I meant them. All of them. My stomach quivers, and my head spins, happy, giddy sensations at odds with the tears prickling my eyes.
That’s right, beautiful. Do you know what I’m doing right now?
Hopefully distracting me from the conflicting feelings bubbling inside me.
No?
I’m imagining pounding your perfect arse tonight. I’m thinking about how my cum is going to dribble out of your wrecked hole.
Good distraction. My cock strains against my zipper. I pull it down to give myself some relief.
You’re so mean, Sir.
You love it when I turn you on.
I do.
If you’re good and send those emails, I’ll worship your cock and your hole later and let you come.
If I send those emails, everything could change. Or it might change nothing at all except getting my name blacklisted for sending unsolicited designs. Would that be a good thing? No, of course it wouldn’t. I’ve always wanted to be a fashion designer. It’s my dream. I can’t let my cock make decisions my head should be in charge of. Or my heart. My heart can’t make this decision either.
I’m waiting.
Yes, Sir. I’ll send them.
Good boy. I need to go back to work. I’ll see you later, gorgeous. Remember, no touching.
And no coming. I’ll be good, Sir.
It won’t be naughty to leave my zipper open until my erection has gone down, will it? I realise I’ve got an unread text from Hayley. I wait until I’m able to pull my zipper up before looking at it.
Hayley
I’m going to apply to fashion houses in Europe.
