Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... to pace up and down, his legs glad of the motion after the pain of kneeling, but the anger welled up rather than faded as the minutes of solitude turned into hours. They must have been having a fabulous time without him, Hector thought. He imagined his wife, eyes shining with the thrill of the thing that she'd done, talking a mile a minute. She'd be almost unbearable; Bea would barely be getting a word in with her best friend's exhilaration at finally putting the plan into motion.

Or maybe Bea was excited too, at seeing the groundwork come to fruition. That thought chilled him: what if Bea was more than a confidante to his wife, what if she was an accomplice? He couldn't bear the thought of Bea and Lotte plotting his enslavement together, and while it fuelled his anger further, there was a twisted deliciousness to it, the idea of the unassuming, petite Bea secretly harbouring domination fantasies of her own, more than willing to help her friend turn her husband into a toy.

No, that was just messed up. He needed to focus, to sort the reality from the fantasy. The throbbing erection between his legs wasn't helping, clouding his judgement until he couldn't think straight. All he really knew for sure was that he'd signed the slave contract with the expectation that he was going to be put to work by his cunning, sexy wife. He had expected a night for the ages, and instead she'd dropped him like a stone to go out with her best friend.

Steadily, he calmed himself. He'd have ...

... a talk to Lotte when she got back. They'd have a heart-to-heart because she'd want to check in with him, to debrief on the night. He'd be respectful and let her know that he had expected it to go differently, that he was aware that his wife often couldn't read the room, that she just got caught up with the plan inside her head, that he understood and forgave her. After all, this was so new for the both of them, but it was a big step. There would be learnings on both sides, they would need to be tolerant of the other's missteps.

The clock approached midnight without sign of her. Hector was lying on the couch, trying to stay horizontal to reduce the ache in his arms from having his wrists cuffed behind his neck. She'd left him like this, almost helpless. The more he thought about it, the more he resolved to admonish her gently on her return. If there was a fire or an emergency, he would have a hard time even opening doors.

Where was she? Boredom and frustration took their turns, but the anger was flaring again as the minutes dragged by. His erection had long since wilted as the idea of his predicament had shifted from erotic torment to tedium. More and more, he began to resent the fact that his wife had simply abandoned him to go and have her fun with Bea.

"Did I say you could use the furniture?"

Hector's eyes opened, disorientated. He must have drifted off. He heard the giggling of his wife, close by. Blinking rapidly, he located the source of the words. Lotte was ...