[Kayla]
From her room on the 18th floor of the hotel, Kayla looked down on the bustling New York city streets with wonder. She had seen cities at night in the past, but New York had a different energy to it, a different essence that delighted her. Instinctively, she turned to call Andrew to the window before catching herself and sighing. This was her first long trip alone in a while, and she had forgotten what it was like when he wasn't around.
She had come here for a promotional event, some sports drink company was paying for everything, but Andrew had been forced to stay behind. He was reaching a deadline on his next book, and his editor had been riding him to hand over a manuscript.
So, he stayed behind in his dark little study, and Kayla went to the event alone, under duress. It had taken Andrew a good 30 minutes to convince her that tying him up and hiding him in her luggage was going to cause more trouble than it was worth, and another 20 minutes to convince her to stop toying with him and undo the ropes (He was so cute when he was all tied up). When he pointed out that this was exactly why he couldn't go with her, she was hard pressed to argue with him... but that didn't stop her from teasing him for just a bit longer.
She huffed as she stepped away from the window and flopped gracelessly onto the bed. Thinking about him, bound and gagged in her luggage, was getting her excited, but being 'excited' isn't any fun when you're alone. She moved her hands lazily down her torso, trying to build up the motivation to enjoy herself.
It was not working.
[Andrew]
Andrew sat in his dark study staring blankly at the laptop in front of him. He hadn't even opened it yet. He had been sitting there staring at it for nearly an hour, but he just couldn't find the motivation to write. He was normally frantic when a deadline was on the horizon, but now... nothing. With a frustrated snort, he got up to make some tea; if he couldn't write, he should at least be awake until he could.
He opened the door to the study, bracing for the light from the next room... but it never came. After a brief moment of confusion, he remembered; Kayla was out of town for a few days. It wasn't the first time, obviously, but it had been a while since he had the condo to himself like this. He must have forgotten to turn the lights on. He shrugged, then walked towards the kitchen...
Only to immediately catch his feet on something and fall to the floor. "Son of a bi-!" His outrage was sharply cut off when his face bounced off the hardwood. A chain of incoherent expletives fell from his mouth like tiny seeds of wrath as he groped in the dark for a light source. Finally finding his phone, he turned its soft blue glow to his feet; wrapped around his legs like a silken bola was one of Kayla's robes, carelessly cast aside in one of her many clothing strikes. She was never fond of being clothed at the best of times, and so a trail of shirts, pants, and undergarments was not uncommon in the main hallway. Since she preferred the home to be well lit it usually wasn't an issue.
With a sigh, he untangled his legs, cast the robes aside, and stood up. Before taking another step, he sought out the dial for the hallway lights, and turned them up. A quick glance down the hallway made him glad he did. He never would have made it to the kitchen through that gauntlet of cloth snares and tripwires. Grumbling as he pushed panties, t-shirts, and leather pants to the side, Andrew finally made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed some ice for his head before putting on a kettle to boil some water. The ice helped with the pain, but looking back over the hallway filled him with a sense of longing that frustrated him. She had been gone... what, maybe 12 hours now? She was probably just now getting comfortable in her hotel. Not nearly long enough to justify how much he missed her.
Once he had finished brewing his tea, he walked back into his study (mercifully avoiding another emergency meeting with the floor). Just as he was settling back into his chair to disassociate at his laptop for another hour, his phone went off. Looking at the Caller ID, it seemed Kayla had been having similar thoughts. "Oh, hey pebble, I was just-"
"Shut up. You're not here, I'm horny, and you're going to fix it. Now."
She sounded like a petulant brat, demanding attention as if she hadn't just seen him this morning before she left. "Am I? I don't know, I'm really busy right now, a lot of quality work being done on this new book..." He opened his laptop and made exaggerated typing sounds, filling a search bar with gibberish as he smirked. Kayla didn't like being denied, but since he was holding all the cards in this situation, it couldn't hurt to tease her a bit before giving in. He could hear her pouting in frustration on the other end of the line.
"You know, you're lucky you're so far away. If you were here, you'd have a very different attitude."
"Oh really? Why's that?" He asked, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.
"Because I'm laying here on this big, soft bed, horny and begging for you to touch me..." There was a purr to her voice, like quicksand beckoning him to his doom.
His face flushed, and he felt a slight stirring between his thighs. Yea, that would certainly change things. But he really should be getting back to his work. That deadline was soon, and his editor was no joke when roused to wrath. "Maybe so, but I'm not there right now, so I really should get back to wo-"
"...Please?"
His voice caught in his throat. She hadn't begged for anything in a long, long time. He forgot just how much it turned him on. It had been a plea filled with need and desire, brimming with a primordial longing for the comfort of one's other half. It reached deep into his being and tugged at his heartstrings (and loins).
The deadline wasn't going anywhere.
He took a moment to collect himself, before starting their game. "Please what?"
He could hear her shudder through the phone. "Please sir, help me feel good."
His voice became dark and husky, lush with authority, dripping with honey and foxglove. "Good girl. Why don't you go ahead and tell me what you're wearing?"
"A loose jade robe, with that cute cobalt lingerie you always like." He could hear the hunger for validation in her voice, her need to make him happy so she could get her reward, but it was far too early for that.
"Is that so? And why would you be wearing something like that if I wasn't there to see it?" The phone went silent. "Well pebble? What's your excuse?"
Her voice was hardly a whisper, embarrassment nearly drowning out what she could barely bring herself to say, "I wore them because I missed you."
His face lit up, the world's most punchable grin spreading across his face. "What was that now? Speak up."
Her voice got louder, though it was still strained as she forced the words out, "I wore them because I missed you, and I wanted to feel like you were close by..."
