Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... wife could see him now, and would be appraising his obedience. The footsteps ceased and he felt her pat his head, running fingers through his hair. She moved away, and he heard the sound of her pouring herself a glass of wine.

He started to squirm again, his knees throbbing now. He needed to make his wife understand his discomfort.

"Which part of your instructions didn't you understand slave?"

The question shocked him, and his motions ceased. He didn't understand. Lotte would never have said that before. She'd have seen his discomfort and helped him up, rewarding him with a kiss for his troubles. The woman watching him now simply continued to sip her wine, as if waiting. He raised his head and met her gaze but there was no mercy there.

"Eyes down."

Reluctantly, Hector complied, forcing his body to be still, staring down at the floor between his knees. Lotte had changed out of her work wear into a short, white cocktail dress that flattered her willowy figure. Her modest breasts contoured the soft material, her long legs set off spectacularly by the contrast between the white dress and the black boots. Once again, Hector was seized with the notion of burying his face between her thighs. He heard his wife approach.

"That's so interesting," he heard her murmur, as if thinking out loud, "I never thought you'd go for this, but look at you."

The toe of her boot appeared in his peripheral vision, and he followed it as she nudged the pointed tip against his solid ...

... erection.

"You're enjoying all this, aren't you? It's making you so hard."

She tapped his erection again with her foot.

The doorbell rang.

Hector's head snapped up, catching a glimpse of his wife's expression as she turned towards the front door, the excitement on her face.

"Excellent, right on time."

What had she been planning? Who was at the door? Hector wanted to call out, but Lotte had already brushed past him. Her footsteps receded again, tapping a staccato rhythm on the floor as she hurried. Whoever it was, Lotte was eager to meet them. His mind raced with the possibilities: a takeaway delivery perhaps? He couldn't bring himself to believe that, it was all too much of a coincidence. The most likely option was that his wife was about to bring in the witness to the contract.

His thoughts churned, trying to guess who she had picked. Would it be a friend, or a stranger? Maybe a colleague from work he barely knew but Lotte had been confiding in. At the same time, he felt his cheeks burning with the impending moment of his humiliation, and this was what pushed the other thoughts from his mind.

Perhaps it was the man she'd been in contact with, while plotting Hector's enslavement. She had found him through the story website when Hector had shown her the stories he liked. His guts clenched as he imagined his wife opening the door to a stranger, in her short dress with her stiletto boots and no underwear, the flush on her cheeks the plain evidence of her ...