Day 4
Friday, October 17
McKenzie reached out with a groan as her alarm clock went off. She fumbled for the button, finally finding it, and then rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
All night, her dreams had been nothing but a stream of erotic encounters, and without release, she was still just as aroused as she'd been with Ryan the night before.
McKenzie grimaced as she remembered her loss of restraint. Ryan had been completely right in punishing her, but it didn't take away the fact that she hated it. She wanted to please Ryan more than anything and disobeying her wasn't the way to do it.
If only there wasn't that stupid no touching rule. McKenzie was sure she'd be able to obey Ryan if she was just allowed to touch the woman. But she was pretty sure it didn't work that way. Of course, she wasn't quite sure how it did work, so she would just have to follow Ryan's lead.
McKenzie got up and went to the en suite bathroom. She wasn't surprised in the slightest at how slick she was. After several swipes with the toilet paper, she gave up, deciding she'd clean up during her shower.
She went back out to her bedroom and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She headed across the hall to her art studio and jumped on her treadmill to begin her day. A little over an hour and five miles later, she returned to her room and tossed her sweat-soaked clothes into the hamper in her closet. She made a few mental notes about what she planned to wear for the day and then headed into her bathroom for a quick shower.
The soapy washcloth brushed over her clit and McKenzie clamped her mouth shut on a whimper as waves of pleasure made her knees go weak. She steadied herself with a hand against the tiled wall and gritted her teeth as she carefully wiped away the wetness that had nothing to do with the water from the shower.
McKenzie finished getting ready, deciding she'd grab breakfast on her way to class. She picked up her backpack, double-checking that she had everything she needed before leaving. She wasn't sure how she was going to be able to concentrate, but she'd do her best. That was all anyone could ask of her.
* * *
Ryan woke up later that afternoon and immediately started one of her more demanding exercise routines. After an hour, sweat was pouring off her and she was breathing heavily, but the workout had done little to calm her raging libido. She rolled her eyes at herself as she headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
When she was done, she dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, and prepared her usual after-workout protein shake. She sipped on the thick chocolate treat and looked around her apartment. She didn't have any work to do, so she decided to lounge in bed and stream her favorite TV shows. It helped take her mind off McKenzie and how much Ryan wanted her.
The most annoying part of McKenzie's punishment was that she didn't feel right taking satisfaction in herself. Though there were definitely times when demonstrations of that kind were necessary to drive home the point of what the sub was missing, this time she knew it was more about a battle of wills.
Ryan needed to prove to both of them that she could take whatever she dished out to McKenzie. They were in this together, which meant that at least this time around, she couldn't indulge herself since she'd forbidden McKenzie that privilege. McKenzie needed to know that Ryan wasn't asking her to do anything she herself couldn't do. In fact, she needed to be able to take it better than McKenzie in order to show she was completely in control.
Which, of course, gave Ryan all the incentive she needed to hold out against her ever-present libido. There was no way she was going to let a sub get the better of her.
No way.
