Yes, Mistress (7)
The week crawled by slowly.
Julianne didn’t let Rick forget what was coming. Every evening, she strutted around the apartment naked, wearing nothing but heels and a jeweled plug in her áss. She didn’t ask permission. She made him sit still on the couch and watch. Some nights, she used his favorite toy on herself while straddling the arm of the chair, whispering his name, but never letting him touch. When he begged, she shut him down with a smirk and a raised brow.
“Your job is to wait and stay hard. That’s all you’re allowed to do until they arrive.”
Rick obeyed, always with clenched fists and his cóck straining against his pants. She tested him daily. On Wednesday, she bent over the kitchen island and spread herself open.
“Look inside, baby. See how
