My Friday afternoon at working was dragging on. I flipped over my phone to see the guy I have been sleeping with has messaged me. “What are you doing tonight.” His message did not end with a question mark, making it sound more like a statement than a question. I told him my parents were coming to town later that night, but not until later. “6:30, be ready in a black bra and thong and heels. I’ll find my way up to your apartment.” I stared at my phone, shifted in my seat and hoped that no one in my office saw me. I work in a very open office space which makes receiving texts from him at work all that much more exciting.
Now, I’ve been sleeping with him for about two months, maybe once a week. He was a classmate turned fuckbuddy which is a story for another time. From the beginning, I knew he was dominant, and we’ve definitely had that dynamic in the bedroom. However, I never received a message from him so demanding and I knew that tonight was going to be different.