I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and can see the toll that the day has taken on me, hair escaping from my messy bun, smudges of dirt across my forehead and cheeks, exhaustion marks on my face. Popping open the beer, I set it down on the side of the tub and light a few candles. I grasp the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head and drop it into the hamper. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, sliding the straps over my shoulders and gently remove the lacy cups from my breasts, dropping it into the hamper as well. I unbutton, unzip my jeans, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and panties, I slip them over my hips, wiggling them over my things and stepping out of them. I chuckle as I slip out of my mismatched socks, adding the rest of my clothing into the hamper.
I turn off the lights and step into the tub, sighing blissfully as I sink into the steaming bubby water. Sipping on the beer, I spy a small rubber duck on the edge of the tup. I think of You and drop the cute thing into the bubbles. A small, wicked smile forms on my lips as I reach for my phone. I lean back and part my thighs, I angel the camera with just enough room to catch my splayed thighs and the duck looking at the camera. I giggle and snap a photo and send it to You. I sit back and sip my beer, knowing that You will be replying soon. Within seconds, a ping cuts through the music. I smirk to myself as I ignore it, knowing it will drive You crazy. I reach over and pick up my phone, leaning back, I snap a picture of my breasts barely covered in the bubbles and send it to You as well. Giggling to myself, I shut the ringer off on my phone and continue to soak. I slowly sip my beer and enjoy the soft music wafting through the house. About a half of an hour passes by before I pick up my phone. 10 missed calls and twice as many text messages from You.
“I want to see what the duck sees.”
“Lucky duck.”
“I want to trade places with the duck.”
“Tease, you need to move those bubbles.”
I shake my head as I start the water flowing and stand up, removing the plug and turning on the shower. I reach for a poof and add a generous amount of citrus body wash. Scrunching the poof in my hands, I slowly cover my body with the foam. My mind wanders through our late-night conversations, our early mornings… A blush creeps over my face. I continue to have wicked thoughts about You. I know that You are at work and cannot do anything about the pictures and texts that I have sent. Smiling slightly, I set up my phone to take a few risqué pictures. Chuckling deep in my throat, I send them to You. Again, I turn off the ringer as I slowly lather my aching body. Humming along with the music, I finished my shower. Toweling off, I slip on my robe, pick up my phone and smirk at all the messages.
“There’s My girl.”
“You are practically sending Me nudes.”
“You are beautiful.”
“I need to fuck you.”
“You are My good girl.”
I chuckle again as I snap a picture of the front of my robe, partially open, breast peeking out just a bit and send it to You. I decide to pad off to the bedroom. All of this teasing has turned me on. I reach for my new favorite toy as I drop my robe and stretch out on my bed. I trail my fingertips down over my still damp skin, tracing over my neck, imagining Your lips pressing soft kisses there. A slight blush forms on my cheeks as I can almost hear You telling me that I’m beautiful; that I am all Yours. My fingertips dip lower caressing the side of my breast causing my nipples to pebble up. I bite my lower lip, hearing You in my head, urging me on.
“Show me how My good girl plays with her pussy.”
I brush my fingertips over my stomach and to my bare sex. I moan softly as my fingertips find my overly sensitive sex. You have worked me hard over the last few days. I smile as I can hear You whispering in my ear, “You are such a good girl. You are MY good girl.”
My mind wanders over our late nights and stolen day time moments. My body aches for Your hungry touch. Groaning as my fingers are not doing the job, I flick the magic wand to life, the low vibrations make me bite my lower lip. I arch against the bed and flick the delightful toy to level two. A low moan forms deep within my throat. I am vaguely aware that my phone is ringing. I see that it’s You. I click the toy off and answer.
“Ummmmm, hello?”
“Hi, how is My good girl?”
I close my eyes as a small tremor pulses through my body.
“I am getting better.”
“Oh, and what is My good girl doing?”
I know that You cannot see me. You do not know where I am nor what I have been doing.
“Nothing at the moment.”
Your voice deepens, “And what were you doing?”
All I can do is chuckle as I do not trust my voice to respond.
“Was My good girl playing with her pussy?”
“Ummmm… No?”
“Try your answer again, girl.”
“I… uhhh, well. You see…. I was…”
“You were what, My good girl?”
A small moan slips from my lips at Your praise.
“Get your sweat ass in your bed and grab your new toy. You’ve got some work to do.”
“I… uh…um… am already in bed and already have my toy.”
“That’s my good girl. Did you enjoy yourself today? Turn it on to level one.”
“It was ahhh ummm a quiet day.” A small moan and gasp escape my parted lips.
“Quiet? Hmmmm. it appears that you were busy, my girl. Level two now.”
A small gasp slips from my lips as I click the toy to level two. My body starts to come to life.
“So, you thought that you could tease Me all day at work?”
“Um… I ahhhh…mmm…”
“You what girl? You thought that I wouldn’t figure out your game?”
“But…But…”
“Level three now!”
“But…”
“No buts, My girl. DO. IT. NOW!”
I bite my lip as I click the toy to level three. moaning shamelessly, my core starts to tighten. Soft moans and gasps form and fall from my bite swollen lips,
“Mmmmm. Does that feel good, My good girl?”
“Yes, Sir… it does… I’m so close.”
“Don’t you dare cum. Good girls wait to cum. You do want to be My good girl, right?”
“But… Please… I want more than anything to be Your good girl,”
“Don’t you dare cum.”
I bite my lip, focusing on Your words. I ache with the need to cum. Your voice and words set me on edge and sooth me at the same time.
“Did you really think that there wouldn’t be any repercussions for your actions today? Do you think that seeing you practically naked wouldn’t have any effect on Me?!”
“Please… I need to cum.”
My body arches against the bed, my right hand holding the wand against my sensitive clit. You can hear the need in my voice.