More than five minutes

I run out of the room, flinging closed the door behind me. I hop on the couch. Phoebe isn’t sitting where I left her. Fuck. The bathroom is open and dark.

I walk to the kitchen, where Phoebe stands totally nude frying an egg.

I ask, “Was I more than five minutes?”

“Yup,” Phoebe says. She flips her egg over. “It was so long that I got hungry and decided to make a snack.”

“I tried to come back as soon as I could. I’m so sorry,” I say.

“You will be,” she snaps back.

Fuck. Is she really going to peg me?

“I’m a man of my word. I said I’d do anything you wanted if I came back late,” I say. “What do you want me to do?”

Phoebe scoops the fried egg onto a plate and brings it over to the table. “I’m thinking about that. I’m trying to decide if I should do something that is for my pleasure and enjoyment, or if I should pick something that humiliates and punishes you.”

“I know which one I’d pick,” I say. I hope she’s thinking about how good it felt when I licked her pussy. I hope her urge to feel my tongue again overrides her angry at me abandoning her.

She purses her sexy lips together and blows on her eggs. Her eyes look over me. At least I couldn’t have a sexier judge and executioner.