“Good evening, Sir.”
“You look stunning, kneeling ready for me, but you shouldn’t have been in the bar. And you shouldn’t have interrupted my conversation. You’ll be punished for that.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Tell me, Tessa, do you enjoy it when I watch you pleasure yourself?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stand before her, leaning down to take her hand in mine. “Let me walk you to the bed.” She does as she’s told, her trust in me absolute.
Guiding her to the bed, I command her to crawl up to the headboard, turn, and sit, her legs spread. I fucking love watching her. I’ll leave her on display until I know she’s desperate for release, and then I will let her slip her hand between her legs for me.
I’m a voyeur at heart, loving the thrill of watching a submissive get turned on by the simple act of being naked, waiting for a chance of release. She’s got a pretty little pussy.
Moving to the sound system in my room, I start my favorite playlist. A little mood music while I watch Tessa. I have a large wingback chair directly across the room from the bed. For me, it’s about the anticipation—hersandmine.
“Do you enjoy knowing my eyes are on you?” I sit back, my cock straining against my pants.
“Yes… Sir.” A sob escapes her.
“What’s wrong?” I’m out of my chair and at her side in seconds, loosening her blindfold, only to find her eyes welling with tears. She crawls into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“What? Talk to me, Tessa.” I brush my thumb over her cheeks, wiping away the tears. It hurts to see her upset.
“I’ve been seeing someone else.” I must be misunderstanding her.
“Say it again.”
“I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.”
“You’ve been screwing another Dom while contracted to me?”
“Y… yes.” I move her off my lap and start pacing the room, my pulse racing. I didn’t see this coming. Not even close. I was going to offer to collar her, which is a big step.
“How long?”
“Two months.” You’ve got to be shitting me. I’ve never been so disrespected by a sub.
“Who?” Not that it matters.
“Master Daniel.”
“Get out.” He’s one of the approved partners for a threesome in my private room, but only when allowed by me and in my presence. I’m going to fucking kill him.
“Wait. Please, let me apologize. I didn’t want it to end this way.”
“Get. Out.”
“Sir.” I snap my gaze to hers, staring her down as my heart breaks.
“Don’t fucking call me that. You could’ve ended our contract the minute I wasn’t enough for you anymore. You’ve been stringing me along, letting me envisage a future for us, and you’ve been fucking a guy thatI letfuck you.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Get the fuck out of my playroom. I won’t tell you again.”
