I’m not mad. There’s nothing to be mad about. I’m just… flustered.
I don’t like Harmon. I told him we could do this without feelings, emotions, and expectations. And that’s what I’m going to do because it’s really good.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Cammy says. “I was only messing around.”
“I talk about him because he’s my boss, and he’s changed our lives.”
“Okay. Fine. Just… don’t get mad when I sayI told you solater on.”
“Can I help you?” the girl at the counter calls out, and the three of us move forward. We give her our orders. Cammy and Chrissy both get donuts, but I couldn’t eat anything if my life depended on it.
I’m lying in bed playing a game on my phone, recalling the bath Harmon and I took in the hotel and wishing I had a bathtub big enough to fit in.
Despite what happened in the bath, it was relaxing. Not that there was anything wrong with what happened in the bath, I don’t hate anything that happened all weekend, but when I think aboutthat,my dick gets hard and I try really hard not to jerk off while not with Harmon because I love the look on his face when he gets my cum.
I play the block game for a while, half paying attention while my mind wanders to Harmon now and then. A text comes through and it’s almost like he knows I am thinking about him.
Harmon
Remember our hours change tomorrow.
I smile to myself.
Me
Oh, I remember ;)
Why the winky face?
Because I was thinking about jerking off for you.
Were you now?
Yes.
The phone rings and my stomach does a flip when I see it’s him.
“Hello?” I answer quietly.
“Are you hard?” he growls into the phone.
“A little,” I answer honestly.
“Touch it.”
“I—what?”
“Touch your cock, Cassius.”
“Uh, I—”
“Do as your Master tells you, slave.”
It shouldn’t be so sexy when he says that word in that tone, but something about him using the word slave in such a derogatory tone gets me so hot.
“Okay, I need asecond. Hold on.”
I put the phone down and tip toe to my door to close it gently and flip the lock.