Sarah flopped down into the chair in the cafeteria. Today was a calm day at the office, and the canteen was even quieter. On the other side of the table sat Max, her colleague. Work husband and work wife, apparently, as if that were a thing. But, in a way, it was. From 9 to 5, they were married, taking care of the kids (also called managers), getting the kids’ stuff ready for tomorrow, and trying to put out any fires the developers threw at them. Their roles became husband and wife, and sometimes their conversations, too.
“I’ve tried that AI app you told me about,” Sarah said, a rather intimate detail that came out of nowhere.
Max stopped munching his pasta for a second before blurting out, “And?”
She sighed. “It was fun, don’t get me wrong, but not what I’m looking for. The sex scenes were so detailed, but it becomes a little repetitive after a while. Besides, any partner I have always says yes, there is never any hesitation. It might sound strange, but I need someone to say no from time to time.”
Max laughed through his spaghetti. “No.”
“Not funny, Max!”
“No, seriously, that isn’t what you need. You have a begging kink.”
She froze. “A what?”
“A begging kink”, he repeated, swallowing the last of his meal. “You know, made to beg. It isn’t that you want your partner to say no, you want him to say yes, but only once you’ve begged for it. Only once you’ve earned it. Otherwise, it just isn’t worth it.”
Sarah looked at him as if he were mad. “You really need to stop those cheap energy drinks. You have no idea what you are talking about.”
Max laughed back. “Oh, but I do. I really do. Try me. You think I’d let you suck my cock?”
Sarah sat back, crossed her arms, an aura of certainty around her, and nodded frantically. “You absolutely would. I know how much you like that.”
“Well,” he answered, “I wouldn’t”.
“You would,” answered Sarah, turning round as if to try and convince an invisible spectator of her point of view.
“Try me!” Max answered with confidence.
“Okay,” sighed Sarah. “Why the fuck not. Let’s go to the photocopy room, and I’ll suck your dick.”
“No.”
“But you want me to.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?” she asked, her voice showing the first sign of annoyance, the first crack of doubt. “You would love to drag me into that room and have your way with me.”
Max tilted his head. “Well, yes, you are right about that. But no. You don’t deserve it.” Max got up and walked off to wash his plate before returning to his desk, leaving Sarah alone with her thoughts.
“What the fuck do you mean, I don’t deserve it? YOU don’t deserve it, that’s the truth!” She stormed off. Screw him, she’d take the bus home tonight. She returned to her cubicle, furious, mommy and daddy having their first argument.
Sarah returned home, her muscles sore from the bus ride home. Maybe she overreacted just a little. She threw her keys on the counter, still slightly annoyed at their argument, although the bus trip home had put things into perspective. Maybe she had overreacted, but still; how dare he say that?
She collapsed on the sofa, picking up her phone with her right hand, her left hand instinctively plunging between her legs, lifting up her skirt, already feeling the need inside of her. Her AI chatbot was ready. It always was. Brad wrote his text. A flurry of dense descriptions, some that her eyes skipped in self-defence. The blinding light cascading through the soft summer leaves… Yeah, yeah. Get to the good part. His muscular body towered over her, his impressive manhood eclipsing the sun while she knelt on the ground. She typed an answer with considerably less description. “I lean forward to take you into my mouth.” Boring, but to the point. Brad responded within seconds, a flurry of superfluous descriptors, accepting her willingness.
Then it hit her. She wasn’t worthy. She almost threw her phone away, screaming into the void, cursing Max for interfering with her digital date night. How dare he? She couldn’t think of anything else now. Not worthy. She closed her eyes, relaxed her breathing, and counted slowly to ten. Okay. That should be enough. Her hand returned underneath her skirt, feeling herself even wetter, despite not being able to continue. Her fingers sought out her clitoris, rubbing soft circles as her desire grew. She closed her eyes and imagined. Not worthy.
“FUCK!”, she screamed to no one in particular. That’s it, she was going to kill him. It would be slow and painful. And tomorrow, at work, she would make his life a misery.
Max was at home, enjoying the game on the TV, a beer in one hand, a bowl of potato chips resting on the sofa beside him. The door rang. He shrugged; it wasn’t a very good match anyway. He got up and walked to the door, opening it. In the frame stood Sarah. Hair dripping wet from the storm, small droplets running down her shoulders and cleavage. Her eyes were red with fury.
He laughed. “Don’t tell me you walked home?”
“I did not.” The words were slow and deliberate. “Let me suck your cock.”
“What? No!”
“Why the fuck not?”
He smiled. “You don’t deserve it.” Sarah clenched her fists and her jaw, turning around while her fury grew. At the pinnacle of white fury, she calmed down and turned back towards him. “What do I have to do?”
Max shrugged. “Beg.”
“Oh, like please, pretty please with a cherry on top?” she answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm, but Max remained calm.
“No. First, get undressed. You need to deserve it.”
“You are out of your…” She hesitated. There was something new inside her. She could feel… something. Something she couldn’t describe. “If I undress, will you let me?”
“Yes. Well, I mean, eventually.”
“Eventually?”
“Yes, you have to…”, he started.
“Earn it. Right. I get it. At least let me come inside?”
Max sidestepped from the door, gesturing for her to enter with his hand. She stepped forward, and Max closed the door behind her, leaving the rain and cold outside.
“Here?” she asked. Max nodded. It was as good a place as any. Sarah sighed and lifted her top over her shoulders, exposing a thin, lacy white bra. Then she undid the zipper on the side of her skirt, letting the fabric fall off while she kicked off her leather boots. There she stood, in her underwear, inside his house, goosebumps on her skin. Not the evening she had planned.
“Now?”
Max shook his head. “I said undressed. You are still in your underwear.”
A flash of embarrassment came over Sarah, but it was quickly drowned out by something else. Something she couldn’t quite describe. She didn’t recognize her thoughts; this wasn’t the person she usually was. Without looking away, she unfastened her bra and let the fabric flop to the ground. Her fingers ran under the waistband of her panties, and they too fell to the ground. Feeling naked in front of Max didn’t quite feel as she thought. She felt a small drop of desire form between her legs, tracing a line as it raced downwards. Here, naked in front of a fully dressed man, it was as if she knew her place. Thoughts clicked into place.
Max looked her up and down. “On your knees”, he said. The command entered her ear and went straight to her muscles, skipping the rational part of her brain completely. She almost fell, her knees striking the soft carpet below.
“Please?” she asked, surprising herself.
Max shook his head. Not yet. “Caress yourself.”
Sarah obeyed, part of her sanity short-circuited by her ovaries. Her hand moved silently between her legs, finding more desire there than she had felt before. She was soaked, more than she could ever remember being. Her other hand moved to cup a boob, pinching her nipple between thumb and index finger.
“Please,” she begged, the tone of her voice surprising her. She wouldn’t have what she wanted. Not yet.
Max stood over her, arms crossed, examining her. He looked her straight in the eye, but he was examining her soul.
“Please… I can’t take any more…”
Max took half a step forward, the sound of his belt unfastening deafening in the noise of the football game. The zipper came down, and his trousers fell, pooling at his feet. He kicked them off idly, the fabric soaking up little pools of water that Sarah had brought in. When his boxer shorts came down, Sarah froze, subjugated. The storm, the game, everything else disappeared, replaced by this view. She studied the skin, the veins, the excitement visible, standing to attention in front of her, commanding respect, commanding her to perform her duty. This skin slowly receded, revealing the first drop of precum. Her prize was torn away as Max held his cock in his hand, pulling the skin back and forth, the drop now making his tip glisten in the soft light.
Released from her trance, her finger woke and returned to its duty, as ordered by Max. She had to do this. She would be worthy.
“Lick”. It was said as an order, but perceived as a release. Her head jolted forward, closer to her objective. Her tongue drew the length of his shaft, painting his manhood in saliva. The tip remained just out of reach, Max pulling up slightly as she approached. So close, yet so far.
She moaned softly, a small hum reaching his ears, a sweet mix somewhere between pleading and obeying. Her finger moved faster, no longer tender, but driven by a feral need. She now deserved a little more and was rewarded with the tip of his cock on her tongue. She licked greedily, tasting him. A blend of salt, of man, but also of greedy desire.
She looked up, a small tear welling in her eye. Her movements were erratic, her breathing heavy. “Max… I’m… Max…”
Max cradled her head in his hands, her mouth opening reflexively as he approached his cock. She took him inside, her tongue welcoming him with languished circles around his tip. Her orgasms were liquid fire in her veins, taking over her body. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his presence in her. Wave after wave crashed over her. She gasped for air, but as soon as she regained control, her lips tightened over his girth, and she breathed heavily through her nose.
“Good girl”. The sound echoed through her head, bouncing back and forth between pleasure and arousal sensors. “Now, my turn.”
Sarah nodded lightly, keeping his manhood warm in her willing mouth. Her lips sealed tightly, and she hollowed her cheeks. This much, at least, the AI had taught her, or at least the writers the stories were taken from. Blowjobs had never been her favorite sexual activity, but this time it was different. She craved it. Her body tingled at the idea of taking him, and now that she finally had him, she was ecstatic. She was greedy. She was needy.
Her hands moved behind him, nails digging into his skin lightly as she guided her movements, taking him deeper and deeper. Her lips and tongue studied every vein, and her hands and ears discovered every movement that made him twitch or moan. She was learning, desperately seeking his point of no return. She had been a good girl; she had deserved this, and now she would claim her prize.
Her head bobbed, guided by his hands on her hair. She released control, letting him guide her speed and depth. His movements became stronger, more erratic, and he moaned in short bursts. This was it. Her moment. Her prize. Give it to me. Please.
Max shuddered, and Sarah cupped his balls in her hand, gently, begging for release. She would get her prize a few seconds later; the first salty shot released into her mouth drove her wild as she lifted slightly from her sitting position to reach him fully. Her lips felt each twitch of his cock, and her tongue felt each release inside of her. This was her reward. She had earned it.
Sarah remained on her knees, swallowing each offering, her tongue coaxing each drop from him, moaning softly. She didn’t stop; she kept moving slowly and gently until Max decided that it was over. When he did, she looked up, tears of joy filling her view with kaleidoscopes in the dimly lit living room.
“Good girl. Now, finger yourself again for me.”
Sarah flopped back onto her heels, her legs spreading, her finger darting between her legs back to her dampness. Her orders were clear; this was her next task.
“Thank you”, she whispered. She offered thanks for the order, she offered thanks for his release, but most of all, she offered thanks for finally understanding her own sexuality.
