"I need five hundred dollars."
The message flashes on Simon's screen, his cock immediate twitching in his jeans. He knew better than to use his phone during a debrief, but he quickly texted you back and slips his phone into his pocket.
He can feel it buzzing again, heart jumping a little as he tries to focus on the meeting. He knew you. If he wasn't at your door fast enough, he'd have a sore ass tonight. Price finishes up the meeting, dismissing everyone with a clap of his hands. He looks over at Simon and smirks.
"Better hurry along, Simon. Hope whatever you were texting about was worth it." He teases, Simon flushing underneath his mask. Simon doesn't bother looking at his phone, heading straight for the bank and than your address.
"You're late." Simon bows his head further, looking down at your soft feet just inside of your house. "Fucking pathetic, can't even get here on time." You grumble, your hand appearing in his line of sight. "Count it. Out loud." You demand, Simon shakily placing his money into your palm.
"Five hundred, your majesty." Simon whimpers as he places the last twenty dollar bill in your hand.
"Ah... He's still here." Simon felt like cold water was dumped down the back of his shirt. His captain, he knew that voice and that smell anywhere. He tenses, about to raise his head but you stop him.
"You were late, Simon. Crawl inside, and let us show you how important it is to be on time.."
