A Stand

He suggests she go and run herself a bath and get some breakfast. With the image of a maple syrup covered stack of pancakes in her head she runs herself a bath, unsure of whether to lock the door and claim her own space, or leave it open for him to come in if he likes.

In the end, she leaves it open. The Bubbles tickle her arse and thighs, sore and sensitive where they have been slapped and spanked. The water's hot, but frustratingly not as hot as the water at home. She's annoyed. She needs the comfort of heat now. She's been having multiple orgasms for what must be five hours and all she wants is to hunker down in something hot enough to both soothe and revive.

As she sinks slowly down the bath, her eyes closed and the sound of bubbles popping in her ears, she feels rather sees or hears him him come in. He kneels by the side of the bath and smiles. They exchange a look. They have had a night to smile about, after all.

"Do you want to come again?" he asks slowly running his fingers through the bubbles near her pussy.

"No," she admits. Christ, she's exhausted, can't he see that?
He lifts one eyebrow...
"Do you want to come again for me?" he asks, this time slipping his finger inside her. Her back arches instantly.

She looks at him. She's sure he's trying to train her to orgasm on demand. She heard about it once, and laughed at the very idea, but here he is, trying it on her, of all people. He's even started trying to count her to orgasm of all things. Ridiculous.

It has to be said, intellectually, she's a little intrigued by the idea...what if... surely not...it can't really be possible can it? And she has to admit the idea gets her aroused. But, a significant part of her is outraged...who the hell does her think he is...and more to the point, who does he think she is? His new toy?

"I'll say it again, do you want to come again?" he asks.
"Yes," she nods. She'll choose another time, when he's not staring at her with those eyes of his.

A week later they are on phone. She's come too many times to count and is tired. This could be the time to say no. She waits until he asks.
"Do you want to come again?"
"No," she squeals. She realises she is developing a habit of squealing when she's not sure of herself and what's she thinking or feeling. It's really quite annoying. She wishes she could stop it.

The silence on the other end of the phone is a little unnerving. She wonders if he is still there. Shit, if he wasn't her stand would all be for nothing. Finally, she hears him sigh...

"No..what?"
"No Sir," she bleats out and climaxes against her own will. Fuck, that wasn't meant to happen.