Waiting Game

Walking in, I try to relax my mind, looking for anything to stop me from thinking about sex and him. I feel myself relax, and, as if he can sense it, he stops, turning to face me, leaning down and whispering in my ear.

“You're going to feel like this all day,” he says before slowly kissing my neck and spanking my arse again. Everyone is looking, but I don’t care. My mind is consumed with being right on the edge. I’m wondering if I can just go to the bathroom soon and give myself a release, or would he notice and make things worse? I look towards the bathroom doors as we reach the top of the stairs.

“Don’t even think about it,” he whispers again in my ear, spanking my arse, making me scream in front of everyone. The screaming isn’t so bad. It is the fact I am walking through here with ripped tights and no underwear because he put them in his pocket! I feel like, at any minute, the wetness is going to run down my leg if he doesn’t hurry up. I don't care either, I right now would let hi