He does the cruelest thing possible: Ignore her

I know this is what Tom had planned. Every time I enter my office I'm reminded of what he did to me. I wait in my office, hoping for 'Mr. Naylor' to come through the door and use me again. Of course, no such thing happens. I give Tom some texts, but he just replies with one word: Saturday. There was a time where I had Tom wrapped around my finger, but now I am the one waiting on his every word.

In the shower, I find myself playing with my dildo, thinking of Tom. When I close my eyes, I imagine the hunk storming into the bathroom, fully naked and ready to use me. I'm sure he could put those muscles to give me a relentless pounding. I know he'd use my mouth, my pussy, and my ass for his pleasure. When I climax, I do so muttering his name and imagining that it's his cock that he's using to make me cum. As I calm down, I try to picture where he'd cum. Would he blow his load all over my perky ass? Maybe he'd coat my face and mark his territory? What if he's so turned on that he can't help but fill whichever hole he's using with his seed?

When Saturday comes around, I wonder what Tom has planned for me. My mind can barely think of anything else apart from what Tom might have in store for me. It's about 7:30 when my phone finally vibrates. After a deep breath, I pull out my phone and brace myself for whatever Tom has sent me.