Confessing To Gain

She reads the text:

I’m in a bad mood, it says
So count on being mishandled tonight
I will accept a pass if you’re not up to it.

She chuckles to herself

He still hasn’t figured out
that an admission like that
will have her headed to the closet
in search of some accessories
to relieve that condition of his

She replies:

You’d better come over
I let something happen today
And you probably want to hear about it

He is grumpy on arrival

No kiss or pleasantries
“Where’s the paddle?”

“I have it ready on the bed.  With the ball gag,” she adds.

“That’s a good start.”

He pulls his cock from his dress pants
And she instinctively knows
he is ready for her mouth

She takes it in
Gliding backward
Then forward
On his rigid length

She expertly handles the growth
slurping him into her indented cheeks
And feeling him ease into the chair

“That is helping,” he offers.  “You had something to tell me.”

She stops, but continues to work him with one hand.

“One of my co-workers saw that I wasn’t wearing panties at work today.
I could see he was struggling to concentrate,
so I asked him if he wanted to taste me.”

“Again,” he says.  “Did he make you cum?”

“I tried to hold back, but he was so eager to please, that I did.  Sorry!”

“Well, you’d better keep sucking, while I decide what the punishment should be.”