He Enjoys It a Bit Too Much.

I noticed the time on the bottom right corner of my monitor as I was finishing an email to a client of ours. 4:59PM. In a moment, I'd be leaving work for the day to meet with John, and that meant a significant shift in my mind as my focus and dedication to my job would be replaced by an intense lust and desire for him. I couldn't quite grasp how such a shift was even possible, and yet, I knew that it was. I had experienced it dozens of time now. The weekend was almost here, a time for him to do with me whatever he wanted. Again, it was a relief not to really care.

For now, I had a few precious seconds left of dedication to my career, and I pressed on with the email. Come on! Just a few more lines of text! Just a few more words... If I managed to send this email it would mean I'd be ahead of schedule for the next week and...

My alarm buzzed, my daily alarm to remind me the day was officially over, to avoid missing my appointment with my masters. I stared at the letters in front of me, my fingers slowing down as I lost track of what I was trying to do. I was horny. Very horny. I could feel the warmth between my legs and I was getting wet. I needed John. I needed his cock inside me.

I smiled as my mind shifted, my focus changing. I remembered Master's and I last conversation. He had hinted at something big, something important. Oh I couldn't wait! The poor man had even tried to flirt with me and I had denied him! I knew the rules, but I still felt bad about it. How frustrated he must have felt to have me so close to him all day long and being unable to take advantage of my body.

"Hey, Ashley." Hannah called me, and I turned around to look at her. "You going to that concert tonight?"

"Concert?"

"It's today, right? The concert you were talking about last month?" My coworker said. "You know... The one you said you and your boyfriend had been wanting to go to forever?"

I scoffed and shook my head. It had seemed important at the time, but now, I simply could not bring myself to care. Simon would have me all to himself next week. John was all that mattered right now. I had to go. "Nah... Something else came up." I smiled at her, and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I did not care. "See you next week!"

"Bye..." She said, turning around and making her way back to her cubicle. I quickly grabbed my stuff, pulled down my panties, stuffed them in my purse, and made my way down the stairs.

I smiled brightly as I saw John waiting for me in his car, an old beat up Honda. He was grinning like an idiot, and I felt a surge of lust as I saw his face. "Master!" I said, opening the passenger door and jumping inside, my lips on his before I could even close the door. His hand found its way to my thigh and I moaned into his mouth, my hands grabbing the back of his shirt.

"Holy shit I missed that." He said.

"I missed you too!" I said, my voice filled with joy. "I want you so bad!" My hand was making its way towards his pants, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I looked at him, confused and a bit disappointed.

"I've been saving myself up all week. You're gonna have a nice big load to drink when I'm ready."

I felt a surge of heat between my legs, and my pussy was getting wet at the idea. He had not canceled his command that I was to be hungry for his seed, rather he had rephrased it so I wouldn't be so dysfunctional and **** for it, but I still craved his cum. "When you're ready?" I purred, smiling at him.

"You and I are gonna have a great time this weekend, slut."

I smiled and leaned back in my seat, the word 'slut' echoing in my mind, sending a shiver of lust down my spine. "I'm sure you've got all sorts of plans for me, Master..."

He chuckled and started the car, pulling out of the parking spot in a hurry and driving away from the office.

"So, what shenanigans did your boyfriend come up with this week?" He asked, looking straight ahead.

I opened my mouth, more than happy to gossip on Simon, but the words didn't come out, and I frowned. What had happened, anyway? It was like... like a blank in my mind. Like the memories had been wiped clean.

"I... Don't remember." I admitted, feeling embarrassed.

John chuckled. "Oh I see! So the little boy has figured out how to hide things from me? Took him long enough." He grinned. "Too bad! I'll have to use my imagination from now on."

"I'm sorry, Master..." I said. I felt ashamed for not being able to answer him but a bit relieved to provide Simon with privacy as to what he was doing to me. Not that I cared much about what was happening on that side of my mind, not when I was with Master. It just felt disrespectful for my other master.

"Don't be," he said. "I don't need to know what's going on outside my time with you. Not now that I can't mess with him, anyway." He grinned and looked at me with a mischievous expression. "Besides, we have our own fun, don't we?"

I giggled and blushed. "Oh you bet," I said, my stomach fluttering in excitement.