With how busy Haytham is, even on celebratory days, you had to set up his birthday present the early morning of. You were initially shy buying the toy but you knew he would at least have fun throughout the day playing with the remote controlled vibrator. He usually bought the toys, enjoying the myriad of ways to edge you multiple times for however long he liked.
Getting ready the next day, secretly glad for the half day at work, you slipped the toy inside your pussy. It was snug, meant to cup over your clit and simultaneously press against your G-spot. You left earlier than Haytham; the vain man still shaving away his morning scruff but showered. You had taken that opportunity to set up the vibrator via his smartphone and an alarm had been set for him to check his apps. The alarm was set to go off at least until you were an hour into work. You didn’t want to get into an accident because he turned it on too early. You both appreciated thoughtfulness and practicality.
An hour and a half into work, you felt a buzz but not from the toy. You glanced around, it was a slow day so you pulled out your phone and checked the message.
‘You smart little minx.’
You grinned, the fullness of the toy a distracting thing and making you ache for his teasing. Typing back, ‘Do your worst, Daddy.’ You could practically hear his inhale and see his pupils dilate, and it made you bite your lip. He could be unpredictable, keeping you on your toes in the bedroom. He certainly liked games, winning them more.
Haytham turned it up to its lowest setting, then the hum became erratic and fast after thirty minutes. You inhaled sharply and gripped the edge of your desk before propping your arm up to hide your red face. Warmth quickly settled into your hips and it was a horrible itch that the solidness of the toy couldn’t satisfy. For the rest of the morning and early afternoon, he alternated the intensity, high for five minutes and low for another five. He even kept it on high for an hour when you were trying to finish a small project from the other day. Then he left it off for another hour before it snapped to full intensity and you wanted to sob from sitting on the razor’s edge for so long.
Your phone lit up next to your arm. ‘Are you behaving?’
Oh, you wanted to moan so badly because you knew when you set up the game that you couldn’t touch yourself or cum. Even your fingers were tingling as you replied, ‘I’m behaving Daddy.’ Another buzz. You shuddered, mouth dry from his text. ‘That’s my good little whore. You’ll be crying for me when I get home, and what a treat that will be to see.’ Happy Birthday indeed.
Confession [@leisurelywasting]
