Writers Bloc - 02

Christian woke early the next morning thanks to his morning wood pressing painfully against the cage. He rolled out of bed quietly to relieve himself, trying not to wake Elizabeth. When he came back in, he just looked at her for a moment. Her brown hair spilled over the pillow leaving just a sliver of skin, but otherwise she was curled up in the blankets hidden from view.

Instead of getting back in bed, he quietly pulled a pair of grey sweatpants on and slipped out the bedroom door. Downstairs, he put water on to boil and opened his laptop.

By the time Elizabeth came downstairs, he was a thousand words in.

"Morning Sunshine," he said with a grin.

She yawned, her hair in a messy bun and wearing an oversized t-shirt that had seen better days, but gorgeous as always.

"Morning."

"Coffee?" He held out a steaming mug.

She took a sip and sighed in contentment. She took another sip and glanced down at his computer.

"Early start?"

"Got a long way to go," he said. "But somehow, I find myself to a bit more motivated than yesterday."

She smiled and put a hand on the back of his head, scratching his scalp lightly.

"Can't imagine why," she said with a grin. "But I don't want to interrupt the artist at work."

She set her cup down and gently, but firmly gripped his hair and pulled his head back. Her other hand reached down and squeezed the cage through the sweats.

"But don't think I didn't notice that you're wearing some of my favorites. You're lucky I don't take you upstairs with me."

"That seems pretty unlucky to me," he said looked up at her. Long strands of brown hair tickled his cheeks where they'd escaped her bun.

"Maybe if you behave today."

She leaned down and kissed him hard before he could respond. He didn't like the taste of coffee, but when it was on her lips somehow it wasn't so bad.

"Keep going," she whispered. "I'll be back."

She released his head and was gone before he caught his breath.

Shaking his head, he went back to the keyboard, but his brain had a noticeable absence of blood, and the cage was making its presence known.

His second sprint was much less productive, and by the time she got back down, he'd only managed another two hundred words.

His jaw dropped as she came into the kitchen.

She'd traded the oversized shirt for a well fitted black pantsuit. The top had a v cut low cut enough to offer a modest amount of cleavage, but the wide swath of material over each shoulder kept it from being scandalous. Of course, if anyone knew what the key resting over her heart unlocked, scandalous would have been an understatement.

"Morning again, handsome," she purred.

"Morning," he muttered, mouth suddenly dry. "You look nice."

"Thank you," she said walking over to him, her stilettos clicking on the kitchen hardwoods. "I figured I'd go into the office today."

"You are?"

She put her arms around his neck.

"Yeah," she said with a smirk. "Haven't been in awhile, and it's not like you need me here or anything."

One hand slipped from his neck and down to his nipple.

"I'd probably just end up distracting you," she continued, her breath tickling his ear as she rolled his nipple between her fingers.

Christian sucked a breath.

"Don't worry though," she said. "I'll be thinking about you all day. After all, with this cold metal key hanging between my breasts, how could I forget about you?"

She nibbled on his ear, and her hand released his nipple to drifted lower. Her nails dragged across the top of his cage and then started kneading his balls gently.

"Not fair," he groaned, the cage digging into his growing erection.

"No?" Elizabeth said, feigning hurt. "You don't want me to think about you? About how all I really want is to ride your hard cock when I get home? You don't want me to be wet when I get home to play?"

Christian just groaned again.

"Alright, if you insist..."

She kissed his cheek and removed her hand from his sweat pants.

"Have a good day," she said brightly and turned to go, grabbing her purse from the counter as she passed. "Oh, and invite me to that google doc so I can watch your progress."

"Hey."

She stopped and turned back to him.

He stood and walked over to her. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Leaning in, he softly pressed his lips to hers and squeezed her harder against him.

She relaxed into him and he felt her hands on his back.

When he released her, her pupils were dilated and he felt her nails digging into his back.

"Drive safe, sunshine," he said. "I love you."

"Love you more," she said.

She gave him another quick peck before pulling away and disappearing into the garage.

Christian sighed and headed up to take a shower.

Christian sat at his desk and a few hours later, fingers idly tapping on the edge of his laptop. He was in the zone, having already cranked out almost fifteen hundred words between meetings and getting into the swing of the story. He was focused--until the sudden buzz of his phone interrupted him.

"You're getting close, aren't you? Or at least, close for your daily goal."

Christian grinned.

"Your motivation is helping."

Seconds later, her reply came through.

"I can tell. We both know what you want most."

Christian's pulse quickened. He was already half-distracted by the teasing nature of her text, and now he felt that familiar knot of anticipation forming in his stomach... And the growing discomfort in his pants.

"And what's that?" he typed back, trying to keep his tone casual, though he couldn't hide the rising tension in his chest.

Her next replies were came in rapid succession.

"Me."

"Well, getting to be inside me. ;)"

"Which I could really use right now... knowing you're locked up and horny has got me all wet. Too bad you still have so far to go..."

"I can't wait to get home and out of these clothes. Which reminds me, make sure my vibrator is charge."

He could almost picture her smirking as she typed. Chuckling, he went into the bedroom and made sure the vibrator was plugged in, and sent her a picture to prove it.

"You always are such a good boy."

"Always for you."

"Only for me," she replied. "But I'm seeing you slow down a bit... Do you need a little incentive?"

His fingers gripped the phone a little tighter. His heart rate increased.

"What kind of incentive..."

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I should send you something to remind you of what's waiting. Something you can think about while you finish writing. Something to get your blood going... Blood flow helps the brain work better, right?"

His body tensed, and a little thrill of excitement surged through him.

His fingers were already typing a response, his mind more than a little distracted.

"What are you going to send me?" he asked, the words almost slipping out of him without thinking.

"Just a little picture."

Christian swallowed hard. He could feel the pressure building--both in his chest and his pants. "Are you serious?" he typed, but he knew she was. He had no doubt.

Her reply was swift.

"Why don't you check your inbox, darling? Consider it a little preview of what's to come when I get home if you get another thousand words or so written. But don't think about it too much... focus on your writing, and you might just earn the real thing sooner than you think."

Christian's hand trembled as he tapped out a quick response.

"You're killing me with this."

"Good," she wrote back. "And don't act like you don't love it. The anticipation. The waiting. Knowing that with every word, you're getting closer to me, getting closer to what's waiting."

Christian glanced at the time. He still had half an hour on his lunch break. If he really cranked, he could hit the thousand words. But now, his mind was firmly on Elizabeth, on the teasing messages she was sending him, and on the promise of whatever she'd just sent him. His fingers moved faster over the keys, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the little key around her neck, the way she touched it like it was some kind of promise.

A few minutes later, he couldn't resist any longer. He opened his email.

There was a message from Elizabeth, with no subject line but three attachments.

Christian opened it slowly, his pulse hammering in his ears. As the first image loaded, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

It was Elizabeth standing in their bathroom... in nothing but a dark red bra and panty set and her stilettos. She was holding the key up to her lips.

The second was a side shot of her without the bra, but instead wrapping an arm around her breasts and letting the key dangle from her hand.

The last one was zoomed in to just her hips and panties, the gold key shining bright against the dark fabric covering her pussy.

Christian couldn't help but smile despite the heat flooding through him. He could almost feel her presence in the room, her voice teasing him from just beyond the screen.

"You really know how to get to me," he typed back, his pulse quickening with every word.

"I know, darling. That's the fun part. Keep going. I want you to feel every word. Every sentence. Every moment closer to that reward."

Christian's body felt tight with anticipation. He needed to finish so he could finally get the reward that now seemed more tantalizing than he could stand. But as much as he wanted to rush through, the waiting--the tension--was part of the thrill.

"I'll finish soon," he replied.

"I never said you'd get to finish," she wrote. "But you'll enjoy the ride."

Christian exhaled, the thrill of the teasing texts settling deep in his chest. He could almost hear her voice in his mind as he typed the final words, knowing that soon, very soon, he'd have earned the reward she had promised.

He couldn't wait for her to get home.