He's Suspicious Now

"You sure nothing is wrong?" Simon asked me as we were getting ready for bed.

"Of course not, honey," I answered, rolling my eyes. "I'm just tired." I was running out of excuses. I had tried to avoid sex for the past couple of weeks, but I was running out of luck. Simon wasn't stupid. He was noticing that something wasn't right. Hopefully, and it pained me to say it, Master would soon decide to put a stop to the relationship. My heart ached in my chest at the mere thought of it, but the now constant arousal in the pit of my stomach quickly drowned those thoughts. It was hard to worry about anything when all you could think of was getting fucked by your master. I reassured myself with the thought of how easier it would be if Simon wasn't around.

"I don't wanna push the subject, but I'm starting to think there's more to it," he said. "I know that for you sex is a tricky subject, and that's totally fine, but... It's been two weeks. We went from having that incredible session after the hypnosis to nothing at all, and you won't talk to me."

I sighed. It broke my heart to hear the hurt in his voice, but there was little I could do. "Well maybe that hypnosis session wasn't as good for me as it was for you. You ever think of that?"

It was a low blow. I knew it was. I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Yet, they were effective. Simon was silenced, looking like a beaten puppy, and he didn't try to argue further.

"It's not just the sex, though," he said finally, his voice low. "You're always busy with work, you always have to stay late or go there in the weekend... Are you... Is there someone else?"

I blushed and the mental picture of John's cock flashed in my mind. I could feel my pussy clenching and my cheeks turning red, and I realized that the reaction had probably been enough of an answer to Simon. "No!" I answered. "There's no-one else!" It was the truth. There was no-one but Master, and my loyalty to him was absolute.

"You can tell me, Ashley. I won't be mad." He sighed. "I just need to know."

Now would have been a good time to come clean, at least partly. I couldn't let him find out the whole story, but maybe... Maybe I could tell him that I had developed feelings for John? Simon was kind and I could tell he would have accepted it, reluctantly perhaps, but he would have. But I couldn't. I'd been commanded by my master to stay with Simon until told otherwise.

The word seemed to flow out of my mouth as I said it, the power of the command impossible to resist. "I'm not interested in anyone else," I said. "I promise. It's just... I really have a lot of work to do, and the last thing I need is for you to pressure me into sex. Please, can we drop it?"

It was obvious that he didn't believe me, and it killed me to know that, but the conversation was over.