“Not even for a beer run at half time?” I joked, and got a stern look from over his laptop screen.
“Power is wasted on you responsible types,” I muttered, angling my body to fold one of Cole’s t-shirts.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
“If I was a cop, I’d speed everywhere. Pretend I was chasing people.”
“If you were a cop, society would be doomed.”
“Hey! I’d be amazing.”
“You just told me how you’d abuse your power.”
“I can be responsible when I put my mind to it.”
He raised a brow
“Okay, not really. But I’m learning.”
“Yes, you are. And that, my dear, is why you are handcuffed to the coffee table, folding my laundry at my feet.” He leaned down to kiss me. I let him. I wanted to comment on how turned on I got by humiliation, but had a feeling he already knew.
Just sitting at his feet made me wet.
“What is the point of folding clothes? You’re just going to wear them the next day.”
In answer he got up, left the room, and returned with the ball gag.
“Open.” He fixed the straps around my head while I tried to kill him with my eyes.
“I hate you, you bastard,” I said. With the gag it came out “uh huh huh, huh huh huh.”
“Be polite.” He wagged a finger in my face.
“Urr.”
* * *
“We need to talk.”
I finished clearing away his breakfast and danced over with a coffee refill. I’d gotten pretty graceful on the high, high heels.
Cole motioned me to sit.
“It’s been a week, and I’d like to talk about what happens next.”
A week of humiliations and perpetual horniness. I got my fair share of orgasms, and so did Cole, but I hadn’t gotten him inside me in the way it really counted. I wasn’t looking for a declaration of love. Or maybe I was. But I’d settle for a declaration of lust.
“Regina, are you listening to me?”
“What? Yes! Just say the last thing you just said again.”
“I told you Monday you start volunteering.”
“Where?”
“I haven’t decided. But you don’t need to know. You just need to be ready.”
“Fine. You sure I just couldn’t be your secretary? I’ll wear stockings and garters and kitten heel pumps. And blow you under the desk.”
