Only one, terse text today: “Be ready for me when I get home”.

She squirmed behind her desk all day, again.

He begged off his last meeting of the day and headed out early, picking up a bottle of wine on the way. When he got home, she was on the bed, in her bra and panties, toys laid out beside her.

He shrugged off his jacket and picked up the flogger. She squirmed, almost imperceptibly.

Afterwards, wet spots on the sheets and toys scattered on the floor, he pulled the blanket over both of them.

“You’re always worth waiting for”, he whispered.

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