The next evening came way too fast, and I barely slept. All night I’d lain there in my clothes from the day before, c**k still half-hard even after hours of aching, her taste stuck in my mouth like she’d branded me from the inside. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her looking down at me, calm and bored and completely in charge.
I got up early, showered, and jerked off in my head a hundred times without touching myself because I promised I wouldn’t. Then I spent the whole day at my desk pretending to work, counting down the hours until seven.
By 6:45 p.m. the building was dead quiet again. Most people had cleared out for happy hour or dinner or whatever normal people do after work. I was the only one left on the floor, and my heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I could feel it i
