Thank you, Sir [blushing smile emoji]
9:40 a.m. B:
How were you up so early?
I let a couple of minutes pass before I responded, so I wouldn’t seem so eager.
9:45 a.m. H:
I always get up at 5.
9:45 a.m. B:
That sounds awful.
9:46 a.m. B:
It’s Saturday.
9:50 a.m. H:
I’m aware.
9:52 a.m. B:
Doing anything fun this weekend?
I huffed, unsure of why it mattered to him.
9:56 a.m. H:
No.
Friday. Another week brought to a close, and the thoughts of tonight providing me with something more than the usual general relief of spending two days working from home rather than the office.
11:24 p.m. B:
I’m here, heading in now [smile emoji] See you soon.
11:24 p.m. B:
Well, notsee yousee you.
11:24 p.m. B:
Because of the blindfold.
11:24 p.m. B:
…Okay, going in.
I huffed, wondering what it must be like to just send texts without a second thought the way he did. Anything on his mind he just typed out and sent. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I wouldn’t tell him to stop.
I waited. Long enough for him to get to the room, to strip down and be kneeling on the rug. Seeing nothing. His other senses heightened. Was his dick already hard at just the anticipation of our meeting? Was he already getting impatient for me?
I entered the cellar, down to the basement, lower, gave up my phone and watch, then I was standing outside the door of the room I’d booked for us. It was here I let myself linger a little longer, knowing he was just on the other side.
My dick was looking forward to seeing him as well, thickening in my pants before I’d so much as touched the handle.
