365 Prompt: October 25 2017

Cables:

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

I turned my head slightly away from the couple I was talking to, to see who it was that had so rudely interrupted.

Oh my God.

I fixed him with a glare that would have frozen lava and spoke, “I’m talking.”

He tried again.

“Please, can I talk to you?”

I whipped my head back to face him and said slowly and in a low voice, “I’m busy.”

He tried once more.

I swung my riding crop up so fast and hit him against the face he didn’t know what had happened.

He stared at me incredulously like he couldn’t quite believe what I’d just done. To be honest, I couldn’t either; this was the stuff of fantasies, well, at least my recent ones.

I’d cut his face and he wiped at it to stop the blood from trickling down his cheek.

The couple knew who he was and hadn’t flinched. They knew as much as I did that he deserved it.

His blue eyes pleaded with me, but I wasn’t having any of that bullshit. I’d stopped feeling anything for him a long time ago, but for some reason, he couldn’t understand that.

“Please…”

I struck out with my stiletto and pinned him to the chair that had suddenly appeared as if by magic behind him.

“I said I’m busy…” I began, but he spoke again.

When the fuck would he get it that I didn’t want to talk?!

“Don’t interrupt!” I screamed at him.

He shut his mouth.

I’d had enough.

Reaching into my jacket I pulled out some cables to tie his hands behind his back to the chair. I wanted him to suffer and I was going to do it in front of everyone. I’d waited over a year for the right moment to publicly humiliate him. He was going down.

He couldn’t seem to believe that I was actually doing it. He kept trying to talk, but somebody stepped in with a long scarf and handed it to me so I could tie it around his mouth. I didn’t want to hear any more excuses. I knew them all. I was going to do the talking from now on.

I stroked his face with the crop and put the end under his chin to tilt his face up to mine. I bent over to whisper to him and then grabbed at his cock which only took a minute to rise.

I laughed out loud.

“Oh, you still want me, even after all this?” I said. I was enjoying myself.

It didn’t matter what he said, his body was clearly denying every word that had come out of his mouth.

He was pathetic and that was when I realised I didn’t have any grain of sympathy or feeling for him anymore.

I was finished.

And after this, so was he.

 

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