Innocently calling to wish him good morning but managing to get him hiding in the bathroom whimpering and whining for me while his car service is waiting in the driveway.... Looks like he's going to that meeting all drippy. I never did say the magic word.
Desperation really is just so cute. There really is nothing better than turning a big tall, strong man in a power suit into a messy, subby boy with just the shift of my voice.
If he's still that pathetic after work, maybe I'll let him grind up against his belt or something because God knows I'm not letting him touch that leaking cock. Not until he earns it.
These are the things that keep me up at night.
