Arin

"How would you punish me, Master?" My tone was mocking.

"You really want to know, Babydoll"?

I thought for a bit.

The anticipation was killing me yet, I wanted to know what sort of punishment Roger would inflict. I would not consider myself to be a daredevil but Roger had this unsaid, unknown hold over me which made me challenge everything. Test my limits.

"Lay back," he commanded.

"What if I am sitting?"

"Sit back and relax then. It's gonna be a crazy ."

I smiled, even though the thought of him treating me horribly in office resurfaced in my mind.

I may not have forgiven him yet, I played along.

"Hmm..." I made him aware - I was following his instructions.

"Do you want to fuck me?" His voice was barely a whisper. It set my insides on fire.

Yes, you hunk of meat. Have you seen yourself in the mirror, you blue-eyed angel Michelangelo!

I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing the truth.

"No. I don't."

He chuckled. "Fine, Babydoll. One of these days when I'd meet you, you'd be sorry for all these lies."

That day was today. And yesterday. And the day before that.

Roger didn't know his mouthy Babydoll was his assistant. One who sat barely a few feet away from his office.

Roger remained silent for a while. Our power-play was on.

Finally, I give up.

"Master, don't you want to be serviced?" After all, he was the first of my callers to please me rather than the other way around.

I heard a sigh from the other end. Then, a soft purring grin.

"Babydoll, when you moan and feel me inside of you, and spread yourself eagle before cuming over my hard cock, that services me. That's what pleases me. Seeing you pant like a dog while I ram you hard, holding onto that silky hair of yours and fucking you till you are so sore, you practically beg me to carry you to bed, that's what pleasures me. And that's what makes me cum."

Wow.

This man, this handsome fucking man knew how to make me wet with words. With mere words.

"Ahh Master," clearing my throat again, I said. "You really have a way with words."

"I know. So Babydoll, are you ready for your punishment"?

His intoxicating voice and the confidence in knowing I would fall his charm had already claimed me a victim.

"Yes, Master." That was all I could say.

The anticipation of 'what next' drove me crazy.

Phone punishment - how hard could it be?

"What's your favorite porn?" Roger kept his tone lowered, raspy and airy.

"What?" Realizing it wasn't office and he had every right to ask me that question, I gulped down saliva. "I mean... girl on girl action."

What hold did this man have over me which made me feel tingles run down my body?

'Interesting!" His voice intonated. "Let's name this second girl...Maya. Get started with Maya, Babydoll."

Like a voice-activated device, I started talking on command. Just today morning, Roger's charm ran quite thin when he got onto my nerves. Yet, here I was readying to adhere to him all over again.

"I take Maya near the poolside and lay her on her back, slowly pulling off her shirt and massaging sunscreen on her back."

His voice turned raspy. "Umm. Okay"

He was probably touching himself.

The last time we spoke, he was the one who made me release.

To turn him on further, I continued. "I pull her shorts down and bite her cute little butt while moving my fingers down...there and between her legs, separating them wider as I slide lower."

"Take off her remaining clothes," his instruction was sharp. "Do it now."

"I pull off the lacy bikini and her curvy boobs spill out while she turns around. I remove her panty while sliding my finger inside of her and massaging her clit, teasing her." Every word I spoke was carefully placed to arose him.

"Now my turn," His commanding voice boomed. I close my eyes, listening to it. Even through the phone, he sounded perfect. "I take this Maya and pull her to my side, away from you. I slowly run my hand over her naked back while kissing her. She opens her mouth properly for my tongue to enter. I love the taste of her tongue and her mouth, Babydoll."

His voice was a mixture of whisper and raspiness with a hint of panting as he touched himself.

I couldn't take the heat of his voice. Slowly, my fingers slid down my shorts, inside my panty. I began massaging my aching bud.

"Okkaaayy." That's all I could muster while touching myself and craving needlessly to be fucked by him in reality.

I slid into a comfortable position, widening my legs and sinking deeper into the couch. Roger took over the play, making me feel everything he did to the fictional woman.

"Taking her to the poolside, I remove my pant and shirt. She grinds her bubble arse against my stiff cock. And then, she does it while facing you."

"What am I doing, Master?"

'You are touching yourself, watching this."

"Can I participate?"

"No," his stern voice came through to me. "You will watch, Babydoll. Just watch... as a punishment."

How hard could it be to listen to him and jack off on the phone?

Roger continued, "Maya grinds over me. I hold onto a boob of hers in my hand while with the other, I massage her clit, making her ready to take on my dick." A soft moan followed. "I finger her while she bends down, spreading herself to take my dick in her wet cunt. Massaging her clit more, making her moan out loud so that even you can feel the pleasure that she is experiencing, while you can't have it."

This was tough. I thought this would be easy but imagining him with someone else, doing things to her while I could only watch was really a bad mode of punishment.

Roger knew my misery but continued his torture. "And once I insert myself inside of her, she moans even louder. Her panting moans increase with every hard stroke inside her. Her boobs bobble with every thrust, Babydolll..."

I listened to him as my fingers plunge in and out of my wet canal. The knowledge of knowing Roger - of his physique - took a heavier toll.

I wanted to be the other woman.

"I take this pretty little Maya to the pool and get her inside the water. I bend down, immersing myself inside the pool to suck her wet pussy."

Fuck. Roger was killing me.

With every word of his. I thrust my fingers inside me harder but knowing it wasn't me he fucked stopped pleasure waves to wash over.

"And then I pick her up, putting her on the stairs of the pool, opening her legs wide and going down on her again and..."

"Fine," I yelled back.

"Fine what, babydoll?" He panted.

"You made your point, I'm sorry," I said in a lower tone, accepting my mistake which I may not have under any other circumstance.

I wondered why I apologized! Maybe it was my pussy making me say things I wouldn't have agreed to any other time of the day.

"Sorry for what, Babydoll? Say it fully."

"For talking back, Master."

"You know, I love it when you talk back to me. It's the condescending tone for which you are being punished. Do you understand that now?"'

"Yes, yes, Master, I do. Now set her aside... She had enough of you."

"Really?" He questioned in a dipped tone. "Then do you want me to do you?"

"Yess." Relief ran through me.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl... Now tell me, do you want to fuck me?"

'Yes... I absolutely do." My desperation was louder than any tone I'd ever employed. I wanted Roger to ram me like he did that imaginary woman. I wanted to feel good. Even if it was all an imagination.

"Are you wet? Are your pants off?"

I immediately pulled the attire off my skin, falling back on the couch. "Yes."

"Good. I want to feel you, Babydoll." His voice hitched. "Feel you inside of me. Grab your hands over your head while you struggle to let go. The pleasure of being thrust harder and harder...while your tight pussy can't take anymore."

"Ummmmm..."

"And when you are on the edge, I will turn you around and enter you from behind.. . I'd make you watch me fuck you in a mirror. Your perfect boobs would shake with every pounding while you are ready to release as I massage your clit. And then," he panted so hard, I could hear him wheeze. "I'd suck your pussy juices with my fingers."

"Yess... yasss."

I felt it. I was there. Almost.

"Babydoll... I want you to come hard for me."

My body adhered immediately. "Yaa...hhhh, Master."

Barely seconds later, I felt wet over my hands and fingers. Panting and holding onto my phone, I nursed my shaking arm.

"Did you like it, Babydoll?" Roger asked, his voice clearer.

"I loved it, Master. But did you?" I was apprehensive. So wrapped up in getting myself off, I didn't recall if he did too.

"Yes, woman. I released with you. How can one not, when you moan like that!"

Warmth spread from my nether back into my face and chest at his compliment.

I cleaned up and resumed our talk about random things - poetry, nature, pets and every other topic under the sun, throughout the night.

"Can I ask you one thing?" Roger asked as I suppressed a yawn. It was two in the morning yet, I wanted to talk more.

"Yes, Master"

"If I invite you on a date, would you ever come out with me?"

Yes. Of course. Thousand times yes.

I knew it was not a marriage proposal but I loved the way he made me feel. I wanted to feel him in reality. I wanted to feel him whisper against my ears while he thrust inside of me, making me release so hard, that I saw the light of the day even at night.

Yet, some things could only be dreamt and desired.

"Master, the policy prohibits us from...'

"Mingling with customers... I know... I know." He finished my statement, releasing a long exhale.

I felt a touch of sadness in his voice. Somehow, the Roger on the call was easier to read and understand than the Roger I met every day.

This Roger - if only he knew he could have me any day.

But we won't always get what we want now, do we?

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