Oh my dear little pup,
Every half hour you’re out at that work function tonight, you’re going to excuse yourself…
Slip away to the bathroom…
Pull aside those lacy emerald panties I picked out just for this festive dinner of yours…
…and edge yourself just for me, like the cheeky little wolf pup I know you can be just for me.
And each time you are done, I want to be notified that you have come — oh so close — to that sweet, pure relief.
I know your work functions. I know they can go on for hours.
I am going to drive you mad. Your adorable little face is going to flush scarlet, you will stifle your moans come the third time you’re in that bathroom. You won’t be able to focus. Hell, you might even curse me out of pure, white-hot frustration in the texts afterwards. I do not mind.
But we both know this. You are going to come home, maybe a little tipsy, petulance in your eyes, a whine for my cock on your lips, panties utterly soaked, and beg for your release.
Whether I give it to you then and there or drive you to hump my leg while I grin and watch, well…we’ll see.
Have a wonderful time, darling.