I look up from my desk and I want nothing more than to see you standing there, smiling at me, offering me some reprieve from this work induced hell. I’ve signed my soul over, leased it out as rental property of this company for 18 months, and if I’m truthful with myself, most likely another two years after that. Some days it is more tolerable than others. Some days the pill I take isn’t as
jagged, or doesn’t poison my blood as quickly.

But there are also these days. These days when I can see nothing but a forecast of gray stretching onto eternity and I long to reach up and part the clouds. It is the monotony that makes it drag on. I do better with emergencies. I like the urgency, it makes my blood hot. Excites me.

And today I want nothing more than to see you, smell your perfume.

When I pick up the phone, I feel a tingle go down my back and a smile grace my mouth when you whisper my name. My hand tightens on the receiver and I walk to my office door and close it with my foot.

‘How was the flight?’ I ask, if for nothing else than to hear you complain about it in that sultry voice that never fails to stir me.

‘Does it matter?’ You reply and I recognize how much I’ve rubbed off on you. That is one of my answers. Your voice lowers an octave. ‘I miss you, D.’

Can you hear the smile I make when you say that?

‘Do you?’ Is my answer, tinged with the good humor that has suddenly found me. ‘You just saw me yesterday.’ I glance at the red, blinking light on the phone and realize a call is holding for me. I ignore it.

You make that mewling sound you do when you want something and think that being cute will get it for you. It works more often than I would like. ‘Too long.’

‘You’ll be back soon.’ My eyes dart to the blinking light and I try to keep from reaching for it. I know who it is, what it is. Work.

‘I want to fuck you, right now.’

I blink at the unexpected turn and my attention is focused totally on you. I’m silent for a long moment but it is more from stunned silence than anything else. I let out my breath and realize that I was holding it. I still say nothing.

‘I’m wet D. Fuck me.’

‘Are you?’

I hear the sound of movement and the soft crinkle of crisp linens as you stir.

‘Mmmmm, yes.’ The purring noise causes an almost inhuman reflex in my stomach. ‘Fuck me D, please.’

I let out a soft sound that was supposed to be a laugh, but never quite reached my vocal chords. ‘I have work to do.’

‘You have me to do.’ Your persistence is wearing away at me. I can feel each word echo in my cock, which begins to stir. ‘Please, Ma-ster.’ Your deliberate emphasis on each syllable makes me grit my teeth and I write a small x on the corner of my desk calendar under today’s date.

‘Mm.’ I make the noise, and turn my back on the door to my office. The windows are a floor to ceiling deal, but they are tinted to provide privacy. ‘I thought of you this morning.’

Even if you can’t hear my smile, I can hear yours and almost see the goose bumps that trail over your skin with pleasure. ‘Oh yea?’ I note the change in your voice and let out a low rumbling sound.

‘Indeed, I did.’ It’s almost a growl when I say it. ‘I reached for you this morning and missed the feeling of your skin. I wanted to bury myself inside you. Fuck you.’

That soft sound of breath suspends briefly and you let out this low mmmm. ‘I would have liked that. I like having you fuck me awake.’ You pause. ‘I wish you were here now. I want to taste you.’

‘I wouldn’t let you.’

‘Aw, why not?’

‘Because you want too, and I like to deny you.’ I note the caller has hung up and I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. ‘Close your eyes, pet.’

I hear you exhale. ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Comfortable?’

‘No,’ you say, ‘I’m miserable here. I want to be home.’

‘You’re home right now, right here.’ I take a deep breath and dive in. ‘That bed you are on is ours. The morning hasn’t come yet and you are still buried beneath the covers. I’m next to you. Your face is resting on my stomach.’

‘Mmmm. You’re so warm. I’m stirring, but unwilling to wake up just yet. I know you’ll go when I open my eyes.’

‘You never want to wake up. I’m up though, staring at the ceiling, and I start to move the covers aside. I feel your grip tighten around my waist.’

‘I say, “Don’t go yet, baby.”‘

‘I lay back against the bed and pull you up a bit. Your head appears from under the covers and your hair is all fucked up, in a tangled mess, and I smooth it back. My arms slide around you.’

‘And I bury my face in your shoulder.’

‘My fingers slide into your hair and tighten, pulling your head back. I give you a kiss and I feel your arms slide around me. My cock, already quite awake, pushes against your thigh.’

‘Mmm. I want you inside me.’

‘Soon enough. My fingers trail along your side and around, tracing the crack of your ass before going lower, lightly grazing your cunt. My mouth has moved to your neck, and I’m leaving small bites and kisses along your skin. I move my hips against you slightly and growl.’

‘Yes, D. My hand reaches for your cock. Wraps around it. I want to part my thighs, but I can’t. I don’t want to lose your touch. Frustrated it isn’t more.’

“I push myself into your hand and my hand moves around your hip and slides between your thighs. You’re already wet. My fingers trace around your clit, avoiding it before sinking lower and finally pushing inside you. Opening you. My cock jerks against your fingers in response.’

‘C’mon, please. It’s been so long.’

‘I move my fingers from you and move you back against the bed. My other hand pulls your fingers from me and I push it back against the pillows. The covers are puddled around my waist, and I move above you, settling between your thighs.’

Your voice is a breathy whisper, ‘I lift my hips against you. “Fuck me,” I say, “fuck me, please.”‘

‘I move and reach between us, staring down at your beautiful face. My cock is hard, I’m aching to be inside you. I slide the head against your sex, and you’re so fucking wet, so hot. The arm that keeps me from falling on you shakes. I’m starting to sweat, but I still slide my cock head along your slit. I can feel you moving and your words just make me want to sink in.’

‘Please, D, Master, please. I’ve been good. I’m clawing at your shoulders, can’t help it.’

‘And suddenly I thrust in. It isn’t smooth, but soon I’m deep in your cunt. I close my eyes for a long moment and enjoy the feeling of stretching you. Opening you. I start to move. It begins slow, but builds quickly. I hear those sexy little noises from your mouth, feel how your hand clutch at my hips. And those fucking wet noises between your thighs.’

‘I’m squeezing you. My legs are wrapped around your hips. I love how you feel, I’m so exposed. Jesus, Dae. I just want you harder. Faster. I say it.’

‘My hips slap against yours. I can feel a bead of sweat roll down my back. Feel how sensitive the head of my cock is to every squeeze of your tight cunt. I move harder against you, the bed shakes as we push against one another. You hold onto me like you are trying to melt into my skin. I can hear you crying out, open mouthed, against my chest.’

‘I’m so close. Mmmm. Yes, yes. Fuck me.’

‘Every muscle in my body is screaming, my balls tighten, and the urgency increases… I watch your face, your eyes squeezed shut and shift ever so slightly so that my cockhead finds that spot. It’s then that I feel your nails, see you freeze, suspended like you do…I’m flooded then, surrounded, milked by the snug squeeze of your pussy.’

I hear you let out a soft cry on the other end of the phone, and squeeze my eyes tighter shut. My cock is rock hard, and I press my palm against it though my suit, stroking the length. I’m fighting the urge to give in with you.

‘I shove into you then and jerk as the first flood of come jets out of me into the warm, milking walls of your cunt. Heat, its to fucking hot I can’t think of anything but the sensation. The liquid rush of my seed spilling into your belly. I’m still moving, just a bit, back and forth. I can feel the juice leaking out of you onto the sheets. Tension eases slightly from my shoulders.’

‘I love how it feels, you feel. Oh God. Mmm. D, I love you. I love you.’

My voice is rough. ‘I love you, pet.’

‘I miss you so much sometimes.’

‘I know, baby.’

‘I want to be home.’

‘You’re home now, just a little distanced from me.’

‘I guess I am.’

There is a long pause of silence.

‘D?’

‘Yes?’

‘Take time for yourself.’

‘As soon as I can see you.’