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Rules
(Fiaine Cluiun)

"I have time." Lucy glanced at the clock, the front door, then back to the clock again. He wasn't due for at least two hours if he followed his normal schedule. When doesn't he? In the three months they'd been together, he'd never deviated from his workday routine. 

So, she'd be breaking the rules, but if he didn't know then what harm was there? It was his own fault anyway. She'd been horny since the moment she'd woken up with her hand down between her thighs, teasing her way through the curls until she found the eager nub of throbbing flesh begging for her attention. If he'd done the right thing and let her play, then she wouldn't be dealing with the issue now.

Lucy stood at the end of the bed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. If it was the right thing, then why was she nervous about the idea? It wasn't as if she'd disobeyed him before, well not much. She'd edged a toe over the line here and there, helped herself to one of the treats she was supposed to ask for first.

Beg.

Fine, it was beg for it, but that wasn't the same thing. She wasn't going to beg him for permission to have a cookie when it was one of the few treats she'd routinely allowed herself long before he'd walked into her life. What right did he have to decide she couldn't have one, or needed to plead with him so she could enjoy one blasted cookie?

"Screw it." She stripped, dropping her clothes at the side of the bed, another rule broken. Another one he wouldn't know about because the evidence would be cleaned up long before he arrived. 

Lucy glanced at the door and shook her head. She was fine, she had time for a shower once she'd finished and could be back in the same clothes she'd been wearing when he left. No making the mistake of changing into another set of clothing. Besides, he'd approved this set, and would want to know why she'd changed, and why she hadn't sent a photo of her new outfit for his approval.

She couldn't risk using any of the toys, he had those all laid out in specific spots in a locked toy box. Cleaning one and placing it back without him noticing, even if she had a key, ran too many risks. Besides, fingers were invented first and there'd been enough times when she hadn't had a toy around that she knew exactly where to touch herself, and how, without the additional pleasures the right vibrator, egg or dildo could offer. She pulled the covers back and dropped onto the bed, mentally adding tidy the bed to her check list once she'd finished. 

Her brow furrowed. The chore list increased with every step. Damn the man. No, screw him. She deserved this and if he had a problem with it, she'd deal with it and him.

Lucy closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Calm and relax.

She skimmed her hands down to her thighs, letting them linger, barely touching as the small hairs rose to meet her palms. A low shiver ran through her body, letting her know it wouldn't take long. Her sex thrummed with anticipation, though she'd yet to touch it, the first slick signs of her need forming, preparing her body for sex.

She curled her fingers, touching the tips of her nails found her skin as she drew them slowly up from her thighs, legs parting, and over the soft curve of her rounded belly. The small voice of doubt whispered that her belly was the reason why her master wanted her to beg for cookies, but she slammed the hateful words into a box in her mind, locking it away. 

Her muscles tightened under the passage of her nails, faint lines formed across her flesh, nothing that would last beyond the shower, and she groaned, arching her back. Her nipples tightened, forming twin, sensitive peeks begging for attention long before she reached the undersides of her full breasts. She didn't need a man to bring her off, she was more than capable of tending to her sexual needs with or without him.

Without her master.