**Author's note: The story below and Demi-God in Heat share characters and some fun crossovers. Highly suggested read before or after you finish this one! Enjoy**
Demetria could admit that she was nervous as hell since she hadn't seen her Mr. since before Monroe and that cheesecake came into the picture.
Demetria had gotten permission to share Mr's prize, but knowing Mr was not going to be very happy, Demetria was painfully excited about what she'd be facing during her two weeks trip to Boston.
She prepared meticulously - cleaning her entire apartment, setting up arrangements for the day she arrived in Boston, she would have a fresh wax, fresh hair, fresh nails. The week before her flight came up, got a call from Mr that set her on very edge.
"Hello - "
"How is my baby girl?"
Demetrias ass and cheeks were on fire, the warmth spreading as Mr.'s voice caressed her.
"I'm doing good, my Mr."
"I need you to do something for me."
Her heart rate quickened, "Of course, my Mr. I'll do Anything."
She hushed her voice, closing the door to her bedroom and sitting tentatively on the end her of the bed.
"I like to hear that- when you arrive I'll have the task laid out for you. Everything will be arranged, and you'll face the punishment for being such a horny slutty Princess."
Demetria was shaking a little.
"My Mr., please tell me what the task is?
Mr. could sense her hesitation, and replied, "It will not be dangerous, just do your best."
Demetria hung up and, slowly moving to finish getting ready for her final few days at the office.
Boston was a chilly 23 degrees, the clear early March air bit into Demetria like a mist as she waited for the rideshare outside of the airport. She'd let Mr. know that she was landing, and their approval was curt.
Mr. had a demanding career at million dollar a tech company, and Demetria knew the hours were sometimes long and arduous. She got wet thinking of rubbing her Mr. down in the shower, maybe even soon!
Demetria arrived sometime later at Mr.'s high rise apartment, freshly waxed, and nails done- enthusiastic, but exhausted from the travel, the suspense. She was ready to finally relax in the arms of her love.
The concierge took one look at her and wide-eyed said, "Hello Ms. Graham, I have Mr. Fauntroyce's key fob for you here, may I help with your bags?"
The eager young man drug her suitcase behind him, as she led the way to the elevators. The golden doors slid open and Mr. walked out, Demetria was shocked and completely excited.
Mr.- Danny- hi! Mr. brushed past her nearly without a word, "I'll be back". She'd seen him look her up and down- she wore a sweaterdress under her draping maroon pea coat, and her legs were exposed, but covered in warm tights and sensible heeled boots. Mr. had stared right into her eyes before shouldering her. Mr. pushed out of the lobby's revolving door and disappeared.
The urgency and shock coalesced in Demetria's chest. Her heart was thumping as the elevator closed on the back of her lovers tan winter jacket.
They reached the 14th floor, and Demetria tipped the concierge with a ten. He opened the door for her and slid the suitcase against a wall.
"Welcome- please if you need anything." He backed out of the apartment.
Demetria was alone in Mr. place, she took some deep breaths, at least she could wrap herself in the woody linen and slightly spicy smell of her Mr.
A note written on stationary, with a decorative gift bag and one red rose sat waiting on the counter.
"My new puppy meets the Princess. I need you to kindly plug your ass and walk the dog. His gear is in the hall closet. This place smells like puppy. When I return it needs to smell like you. Don't touch yourself until I return. "
-Mr.
Demetria sighed, thankful to be in a familiar place. But the bundle of nerves racing through her now was all new.
To accomplish her first task she decided to put her belongings around Mr.'s place. She ordered her perfume next to theirs on the dresser, hung her clothes, rolled over the bed, the bedroom's chaise- the living room couch.
Next up was walking Tiny. The little black pup with a brown patch had wet the floor in the kitchen, and shit .
"Damn! I don't even —ewww know what to do with that!" She was fuming. But she found newspaper under the sink - using ample paper towel and cleaned behind the animal. Gliding over the surface with a cleaning foam Demetria's mind raced back to the elevator. Mr was a little taller than Demetria, and in her heels she took him - he was a brawny, brawny brown complexion, she lamented she hadn't gotten to lavish Mr. with any loving when running into them!
There was a long green puffer coat and silver galoshes boots, along with the dog's leash hanging in the closet.
'This and nothing else, but plug.'
'Haha'
-Mr.
There was also a crudely drawn map to the park for her to follow on the note inside the jacket pocket. She ruminated, her stomach dropping for a second - then marched off to the bathroom with the gift bag. They were being a real jerk! She found in the bag a small bottle of peachy flavor lube - she rolled her eyes. But when she pulled out the clear glittery 100% silicone plug her stomach fluttered.
She left the bathroom with her knees weakening. She wanted both to cry and lay down to fuck her own livening pussy. She pulled off her dress and underwear leaving the garter tights, and stepping into the ridiculous outfit. She'd look like a Christmas tree - Demetria rolled her eyes again as she led Tiny out the door.
It didn't take her long to reach the dog park. Tiny went running free as Demetria stood around - she was warm given that, but her perky nipples rubbed the fabric of the jacket, turning her on with sensitivity.
Her phone hand vibrated and she opened the message from Mr. 'Sit down' .
She could have been buried there and left to thaw, but she slowly made her way to the nearest bench. The position instantly made her vulva pulse. And she really couldn't help herself.
She read the next message with a chuckle. 'You really can't help yourself - oh you devious fucking thing'
It settled in that Mr. was going to watch her fuck her ass in broad daylight, and she leaned her head back letting her lips drop open.
'My dick's so hard you could break it right now'
'Get UP , get my dog and come over to the black car.'
She hurried to comply. The dark tinted windows obscured her view within the car. She closed Tiny into the backseat and stood patiently at the driver's window.
"Unzip" she heard from the car. Demetria shivered as her nipples and bare pussy were exposed to the wind. She rolled her eyes again.
"Good, close it and play with it."
She folded her arms into the warm coat tuning into her own level of arousal. She spread her lips, circling her clit steadily. She bit her lip when she saw her heady reflection in the glass.
Mr. spoke, "Oh shit - its so sexy when you do that."
Demetria gasped and lingered her fingers along the outside of the lips.
"Oh..Mr. what you do to me," she gasped back.
