Chapter 13

After having a good time with the young girl at the reception and taking a shower, Scott joined Esteban who had finished and was waiting for him at the entrance to the parking lot. His friend looked at him with amusement, without lecturing him. What use would that be anyway? Scott was a libertine and all those who had had a good time with him knew it better than anyone. He didn't get attached, he never stayed. Any submissive relationship he had started, he had ended before the first year.

He adored the woman's body; on this point they were both alike. Submission for both was the greatest gift a woman could give them. So, he had to be up to it. Those who gave themselves body and soul to another person had to share with the other respect, complicity, trust and possibly love.

Scott knew better than anyone that it was Esteban's seniority by his side that meant he didn't say anything to him and didn't complain. Esteban was loyal to his submissive, with a loyalty that was even demeaning. He flirted and played with the eyes and the words with the women, but quickly he puts in their place all the imprudent ones who would dare to imagine more. They had already discussed ideas for a threesome or exchanges of submissives, in the company of his friend's sweetheart. She herself seemed much more receptive to the idea than her Dom. Scott dropped Esteban off quickly, before rushing to his office. He had everything he needed to prepare for the day ahead.

Ellipse of the day until the evening,

The day seemed deliberately slow to end. Sonia didn't let go, and chained case after case despite being aware of her boss's advanced state of annoyance.

- Since your apartment is being renovated, where are you going to live these few days?

- I live with my mother now. The outraged gaze of his secretary betrays her true feelings. I know, I know... But she couldn't stand the idea of ​​the press talking about me living in a hotel. Already my reputation as a bad boy is firmly anchored in the media...

- How do you live together?

- You say that as if we both lived in an F1, he said hilarious. He arched one of his eyebrows in a teasing look. There's plenty of room for a whole regiment in her house. This prevents us from crossing paths during her stays in Paris. He signed one last document, after quickly checking the time on his watch. It was 8:20 p.m., so he wouldn't have time to go home before making his call. He had to get rid of his secretary now. I think we're done for tonight.

- You're in a hurry?

The mischievous smile of his secretary in front of his annoyed face, made Scott understand that she was openly laughing at his situation. Something he didn't particularly like. She picked up the paperwork before disappearing. Once the door closed, he slightly undid the knot of his tie. 8:28 p.m. A silly smile appeared on his face, at the thought of this most erotic appeal. At the precise hour, his call had already been launched. After 3 rings, she picked up in a slightly stressed voice. He spoke to her in a soft voice, sensing that it was one more step she was taking outside of her comfort zone and into the voice she had chosen to borrow with him...

- Good evening sweetie....

- Good evening, sir

He easily imagined her doing what he asked her with a trembling hand and with little assurance. After all this time, he had forgotten how much pleasure that look of naivety brought for the practice. It had been a while since he had formed any new submissives. He enjoyed sessions with women who had already found peace in their submission. Some were necessarily better trained than others, or rather more to his liking but all knew how to take care of him with their mouths. His little princess had to learn it too and the sooner the better. How a man had declined the offer of this appetizing mouth, which he only dreamed of possessing. She had a mouth to suck at any time and at any time. But he was satisfied to be the person, who initiated her and made her discover the power offered by this part of her anatomy.

- Put the phone next to you and let yourself be guided by my voice only...

- It's done sir...

- Perfect. Take the toy in your hands, moisten your mouth and lips longingly... Put the tip of your tongue on the glans. First Slow circular movements, imagine yourself giving me pleasure baby, like I do at this moment. He emitted a low groan, witness of his excitement, more and more present. The sounds of his little protege's mouth carrying out his requests revived his deepest impulses. Then lick the entire length of the shaft, like a lollipop. The moan that reaches Scott's ears, snaps him out of his torpor to discover with appreciation, but also displeasure, that his little chip is enjoying herself. This without his permission! Stella! When did I let you touch yourself, naughty girl?

Scott's tone of voice easily betrayed displeasure.

- I apologize sir...

The apologies she had just made naturally made his anger fade momentarily. How to be still upset after apologizing in such a shaky voice?

- It's a good start. But tell me again the contract rule you just broke.

- Uh I... forgot...

- I see that I should start with that. The contract is the basis of our relationship. I'm not fond of school-type punishments. He distinctly heard the sigh of relief released by his submissive hearing those words. She had no idea how much he would have preferred to spank her for this total lack of seriousness. But he had to calm down, he couldn't go to her house right now. In less than 2 hours, he had to be at the airport. But you will copy me 100 times, the broken rule. Coris will pick up the sheet tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock. You better not be late. With that, we'll stop there...

- But 10 a.m. is too early…

Her childish answers were beginning to make him impatient.

- Perfect then 8 hours.

- But...

- Yes?

- No nothing sir. I would do as you say.

- Much better. Good night kitten.

He hung up, not preferring to give her more time to significantly increase her next punishments. Not that he didn't like the cheeky and insolent side that this young woman seemed to possess, but he hated being cut off or interrupted when he spoke. Scott sent a message to warn his protege, to be sure that she does not aggravate her fate even more.