Part 2
For the most part, he had left Nicole alone all week. He had asked about her day, checking that she was well, all the usual stuff, but nothing about her new toys or the orgasms. She had brought it up a few times, hoping for some encouragement and got nothing. He had more or less ignored all of it.
She, could not ignore it. She was in a constant state of agitation. The multiple orgasms with the unyielding toys had produced an effect on her body she hadn't anticipated. Their weight and size made her muscles ache, leaving a constant reminder of there absence. Creating an almost pavlovian response and craving for release over and over again.
She felt like a horny teenager but even after her 5th or sixth orgasm she could not find that satiated finish she usually did. She was going to go mad. Thankfully it was Friday afternoon and he had already let her know he was on route.
His message had been very clear. Bring her new toys and all her vibrating or sucking toys down and put them on the table. He would text her about 10 mins out and she was to be naked and kneeling in the living room when he arrived.
"He has to be close." Nicole murmured to herself as she watched from the window.
She had stopped at two orgasms today in the hopes that more were to come at his hands soon. She rubbed her thighs together and tightened her pelvic floor relishing the ache there and immediately her need and wetness intensified. Her hand drifted to her swollen clit, and she rubbed lazy circles around it. Closing her eye just for a moment to sink into the building heat there.
Her phone buzzed.
His timing was always too perfect, she thought with a sigh, one would think he has cameras on her. She did a cursory sweep of her room with her eyes, paranoia that it was something he would collude with her husband to do for a few days, just to mess with her.
Her phone buzzed again, bring her back to herself and his looming arrival.
"I am ten mins out pet and I have a surprise for you. Be ready and eyes down."
Another surprise? Her mind raced again. She had ten minutes. Surely, he did not mean for her to kneel that whole time? She watched out the window still, she would see his truck coming down the lane way. That would give her enough time to slip off her dress and kneel. She fidgeted for a moment or two. Her mind at odds with her need to know he had arrived and her need to be a good girl. With a deep sigh she pulled her dress off and moved to the floor. Muttering to herself that he would not even know the difference, she knelt waiting, head bowed and pussy dripping on the hardwood beneath her.
The sound of the truck engine shutting off was music to her ears. His truck door closed, and closed again? Wait? Did she hear two doors? Voices, she was sure she heard voices.
