I grin. I know exactly what Garrett's planning. I even helped him pick out the ring.
“That's great. I'm happy for you. Let's just get through tonight then we don't have to be back for a whole week.”
“Ah, sounds like Heaven. Don't get me wrong. I love working here, but this week has been killer, and these heels haven't helped.”
She shows off her four inch stilettos, and I nod, then wince in commiseration.
I barely even notice anymore. Standing, I close the file and put it into my drawer, then walk over to her.
She gives me one more look. “Are you sure you're up for this?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, you are in the star room.” She hands me a key, and I nod.
The star room isn’t the worst fantasy. Honestly, it's a breeze compared to some other ones.
I knock, then use the key and unlock the door. There is a couple on the bed already fooling around.
The man pops his head up as I walk closer.
“Mistress, thank you for coming,” he says, and I smile.
“Of course, my pet. Now what shall I do with you today? Have you been a good boy this year or a naughty boy?”
He shivers as I coo to him, and he bows his head.
“Naughty. I've been so bad. Please, Mistress, I need to be punished,” he whimpers.
His boxers are already tented and a dark spot shows how much he's leaking pre-cum in anticipation.
I tsk and walk away from him.
“Come here,” I command and point to the structure in the corner.
He scrambles off the mattress and goes to walk.
“Crawl,” I bark, and he moans, dropping onto his hands and knees, moving slowly to me.
His partner watches from the bed. Her cheeks flushed and eyes gleaming. I turn my attention to her.
“Touch yourself, but do not come!” I order, and she nods.
“Yes, Mistress,” she breathes, running her hands along her body until she sinks two fingers inside of her.
“You,” I say, moving closer to my pet. I step onto his back, pressing my heel into his spine, and he groans.
“Naughty boys don't get to come either. Stand.”
His legs are shaky as he climbs to his feet. Due to his height he towers over me, but I'm not scared.
I grab a leather collar from the hook on the wall and hand it to him. He immediately puts it on and leans down so I can leash him.
“Good boy,” I purr, placing my hand on his cheek. He pants, his body trembling while he waits for my next order.
This isn't my first time with this couple, and I know what he's craving, but as usual is too scared to ask for it.
Usually I will take the choice from him, but he said he was naughty, so he has to be punished first.
