Waiting Pet, Part 5: Patience [Mf] [fsub]

That second meeting ended up setting the precedence for how Emily’s relationship with him went. He gave orders and she followed them. Even when she found those orders embarrassing or degrading, she followed them anyhow. Emily was never quite sure why she did but she knew his words alone made her feel all tingly and she wanted nothing more than his attention and his approval. He also seemed to know exactly what effect he had on Emily and just how much affection she needed to keep coming back for more.

Another week went by without an invite back. He had kept up with her by sending occasional messages to check in; to make sure she hadn’t had an orgasm. It was like he knew her thoughts. Every time she had managed to clear her head and focus on other things she would get a message. A message asking if she had been goodl and if she had done as she was told. Every time it had the same effect on her.

A reminder that she wasn’t allowed to masturbate, to cum. A reminder that she had shaved herself smooth for him. The messages always left her face flushed and her tummy doing little flips. She would quickly respond with an embarrassing “Yes Sir” and try to keep the conversation going but at best she found she’d get a ‘good girl’ in response and sometimes a ‘still busy’. He never responded when she asked how he was or if she could come over again. It didn’t matter.

She would be left turned on and squirming after the too brief conversations. Her panties wet and her head filled with thoughts of being fucked next, of showing off how smooth she had made herself for him, of admitting how badly she wanted to cum if he would just let her. Emily couldn’t even count the number of times she had wondered why she *didn’t* just let herself orgasm. He would never know and she would have the relief she so desperately needed. Something stopped her though. She felt like he *would* know. Like she wouldn’t be able to keep the secret and then it would all be over.

Finally, the message came. Just two words. “Come over.” Emily smiled and was glad she had showered already. That she had taken her time this morning making sure she was still completely smooth. Her fingers had lingered between her legs for so long when she had made sure after. Her own touch had sent shivers through her body. She was so sensitive after forcing herself to wait so long and every time she shaved herself it was *for him* and that always left her excited.

There was no hesitation in typing her response, “Be right over.”

She took just a few moments to check her makeup and hair. She glanced at her clothes; just jeans and a t-shirt but knew they wouldn’t stay on long when she got there and hurried out the door instead of changing.

Emily had practically run to his apartment. Her tummy fluttering the whole way, an ache between her legs as she fantasized about what was coming. By the time she reached his door, the teen was flushed and breathless. She fixed her hair, eagerly knocked, and then waited and fidgeted with excess energy.

It seemed to take far too long before the door opened and he was there. Emily grinned like an idiot as she held back from practically leaping at him. Wanting to feel him against her. Despite all her want, she suddenly felt nervous as she took a step inside with just a quiet, “Hello, Sir.”

She could smell his scent. Could feel his eyes on her as the door closed behind her. Emily’s hands went to her clothes and she started to undress. She hadn’t forgotten that rule. He wanted her naked whenever she was here and she was going to comply. She was almost eager to show off for him.

The t-shirt and bra came first. Exposing pale skin, flat tummy, and perky little breasts with already hard nipples. Shoes, socks, jeans, and her panties followed right after. Exposing slim legs and a bush trimmed short with no hair at all around the cleft between her legs.

Her cheeks were warm as she showed off for a second before closing the distance, one hand going to his chest as she rose to her tiptoes, raising up to kiss him. “I’m smooth like you wanted, Sir.”

She thought he looked pleased… He started to lean in but Emily was surprised out of the moment by a chime. A phone. He froze too and cursed under his breath. Once she realized it was just the phone, Emily leaned in closer. Just as he pulled away. He had been almost close enough to taste. She felt an emptiness as he stepped back and stopped her with one raised finger. Emily felt herself deflate to be pushed aside for a *phone call*.

He talked in pleasant but clipped tones to whoever was on the other line. It sounded like work. He glanced at her a few times during the call but eventually walked further into his apartment. Down the short hallway to his room, stopping at a door she hadn’t seen open before. She followed timidly. It felt weird to stay in a mostly unfamiliar living room naked alone. She saw the other room was a second bedroom that had been converted into an office and gym.

He barely even seemed to notice her hovering near the door as he sat down and started to pull something up on the computer. The teen wasn’t sure how to take being ignored like this. He *had* wanted her, right? How could he just go *work* instead? She found herself getting anxious. Losing confidence and growing a little angry.

The phone call ended but a few more minutes went by of busy typing. She tried to wait but grew more uncomfortable with each moment. More needy and yet more uncomfortable with her nakedness. Still, she didn’t want to interrupt him. Eventually, he seemed to remember her but he was clearly still distracted, “I’ll just be a minute…” There was no apology.

Emily took that as an invitation in at least. She started to wander around the room. Exploring. As soon as she stepped through the door she noticed how strongly it smelled like *him* in here. She breathed deeper. A hint of his cologne. His sweat.

There wasn’t much to the room. A big desk with his computer against the wall. A weight bench in the middle of the room. A few pictures on the wall, various degrees and certifications. She eventually settled onto the weight bench. The smooth leather cold against her skin. Raising goosebumps on her pale skin as she watched him working on… something. She had no idea what it was. She realized she barely knew what he did. He had told her but it hadn’t meant much to her.

As she watched him, she noticed things. The way his scent was filling her head in this room. The way his fingers moved on the keys. On the mouse. His shoulders.

Emily bit her lip and found herself squirming. Her body remembered why she had come here. Why she had been looking forward to this. She grinned as she got an idea.

The teen slipped to his side wordlessly and planted a kiss on the side of his cheek before she dropped to her knees. One hand going to his lap, finding his cock through his jeans. Giving it a light squeeze and feeling it grow hard again in her hand.

The typing stopped and he glanced down at her. She met his gaze with a mischievous grin. He gave a sigh and pulled his chair back just a little, not that he truly sounded annoyed.

His voice sounded annoyed but had just enough of a hint of playfulness that she knew he wasn’t truly mad, “If you’re going to distract it, do it right.”

He guided her under the desk and moved his chair back into place. He started typing again. Emily felt… trapped. Caged almost. Under the desk, with his chair and legs blocking her. His legs on both sides of her. The teen moved for his lap again, both hands working at his zipper, the button, tugging on his jeans and slipping his boxers out of the way to expose his cock.

It looked perfect to her as it sprung back to full hardness in her hands. She leaned forward and gave the tip a playful kiss, before starting to slowly and teasingly lick him. Up and down the shaft, licking around the base and his balls, and then back up to focus on the tip and slip it between her lips before going back to licking him.

If he was giving her permission to distract him, she was going to do her best. She took her time, enjoying each time he groaned in pleasure or his cock gave a twitch and salty precum for her to lap up.

He was hard. His typing was slower. She knew she had succeeded as she slipped him into her mouth. Her lips wrapping around the head of his hard dick, her tongue flicking across the underside and she took him deeper in her mouth until he was almost at the back of her throat. Until her lips met her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. She started to bob her head, her hand stroking at the same time.

It wasn’t until her jaw and neck started to feel sore that he finally truly responded. His typing had stopped entirely and he let out an appreciative groan, “Such an eager little cock sucker.”

His hand found the back of her head. His fingers intertwining in her hair to guide her movements. To move her head up and down just a little faster. Her cheeks went red as he called her a ‘cock sucker’ but she also felt a flutter of excitement in the bottom of her tummy. A flutter that only increased as he started to guide her movements and she surrendered to him. Gave herself over to be directed to please him.

There was no warning when he came. Just a grunt of pleasure, a tensing of his legs, and a twitch and pulse of his cock before the thick, bitter cum hit her tongue and started to fill her mouth. Emily caught it eagerly. Tried to swallow it even as he continued to fuck her mouth.

Emily was breathless when he finally let her up. Her lips and chin wet and sticky with cum. Her whole body felt like it was burning up, her pussy felt like it was aching. She wanted to be touched so badly. To be fucked.

After a few moments to catch his breath, he tried to return to work. Emily was still trapped under his desk on increasingly sore knees. She wasn’t ready to be done! She wanted him to touch her. To fuck her. To *stop working.* She persisted, trying to steal his attention again but he wasn’t so easily distracted and eventually he pulled his chair back.

He looked a little annoyed and a little amused, “Such an eager little slut. I need to get this done. Just wait a little.”

Emily pouted. She slipped out from under the desk and tried to get onto his lap. Tried to kiss him. He held her back and started to sound actually annoyed, “I need to do this.”

She felt tears in her eyes. Rejection. Frustration. She wanted to cry. To scream. She *needed* to cum! Why couldn’t he see that? Her voice was quiet with embarrassment but desperate, “Please! You’ve made me wait too long. I need to cum.”

Her face burned. He just sighed, “Fine.” Despite his tone, she felt a moment of elation. A need deep inside her that was sure it would be met soon.

He stood and pulled the weight bench so it was facing his chair and he directed her to it. This felt… weird. Still, she sat. Laid back at his directing. Awkwardly let him shift her legs up and apart. Displaying her newly smooth, and very wet, pussy to him.

“If you *need* to cum so badly, masturbate for me.” He pulled his phone off the desk and pointed it towards her, “And I’m going to record it. Record my needy slut desperate to cum.”

Her face flushed bright red. The pose was embarrassing enough. She wasn’t used to being exposed like *this*. But being asked to masturbate was even worse. Much worse still was the idea of being *recorded* doing something so shameful!

Her voice was shocked, “N-no! I can’t!” Her legs snapped shut.

He put his phone back down, “Then let me work if you don’t need to cum.”

Again she wanted to cry. Why was he making this so difficult? Why wouldn’t he just fuck her!? Despite her annoyance, she found herself squirming on the leather bench. Her body *did* need it.

Her legs spread slowly to the position he’d put them in and her hand slid down her stomach. Her voice was quiet and ashamed, “J-just don’t record it. Okay?”

Her eyes were closed. She couldn’t believe she was going to let him watch but she needed it. She was embarrassed but part of her wanted him to see all the same. Strong fingers grabbed her wrist right as her fingers reached the soft hairs of her bush, freezing her in place, “No. I told you what you had to do if you wanted to cum.”

Her eyes opened and she met his stare for a second before looking away in embarrassment. She let out a whine of frustration, “Fiiiine.”

He kept her wrist held tight as she heard him get the phone again. Heard it unlock. Only then did he release her. Face bright red and feeling humiliated, Emily’s fingers dropped between her legs finally.

Despite her shame, she sighed in relief as her hand found her silky folds. Started to explore herself. Brushed against her sensitive clit in the well practiced little circles that could give her a quick orgasm.

It had been so long since she had been able to cum. So many days spent thinking about sex but denying herself. In moments, she forgot she had an audience. Forgot that audience was recording her in her most private and most exposed. She started to breath heavily, to sigh. Felt her legs tense and start to twitch as the pressure started to build in the bottom of her tummy right along with the pleasure.

In what felt like seconds to the pent up teen, she felt the tingles of orgasm build and crash down inside her. Felt it fill her with pleasure that left her moaning softly. Putting on a show without even meaning to as her back arched off the bench and her legs pushed out and her fingers worked feverously against her little nub… Until everything grew too intense and her fingers slowed and stopped and her legs closed again, pushing her slim thighs together. Leaving her hand pressed firmly against her wet pussy.

Emily laid there in the blissful afterglow for a few long moments. Catching her breath. Not thinking of anything. Just enjoying the tingly sensations swirling through her body in little aftershocks of pleasure, for the moment not thinking about anything.

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