He walked in the door with that smile on his face. I'm going to call it his handsome devil grin. He immediately pushed me against the wall, put his strong hand on my throat and kissed me breathless. My body came alive as he choked me and pressed hard against me. I knew right there I wanted him in me. I just didn't know where specifically. I don't even know if I cared.
I reached down, trying to work my hand between our body to feel his sex. I desperately needed to feel him grow in my hand. I didn't accomplish my desired goal. He quickly grabbed my hands, put them above my head and held them there firmly.
"Do not move, " he stated gently.
Biting my lip, I looked up at him and nodded slowly as a whimper escaped. He left me leaning against the wall and I closed my eyes trying to focus. Not moving is a difficult thing for me sometimes. I fidget and squirm and often have a strong need to have a finger in my mouth to chew on. But I didn't want to disappoint him and for the moment that conquered my itch to move.
Just as I opened my eyes, I see him taking his belt off. Watching intently, I wonder if he's getting undressed or if he has other things on his mind. He has never used a belt on me before. Surely, he isn't. Right... Wrong! I could tell by the gleam in his eyes. Will it hurt? How hard will he swing it? Oh, goodness... where will he leave his marks?
Trailing it gently along my leg, he moves in closer, smiling that devilish grin and nips at my neck. Once, twice, three times harder. I fight to move and despite my uncertainty of what he has planned, I remember the trust I have in him and feel a strong urge to touch him. But I don't.
"You can move your arms now. Get undressed for me. Completely."
All at once I am self-conscious. I remember every flaw, every stretch mark and wanted to hide. He senses my nervousness. "Go on, baby, " he whispers softly.
I pull my t-shirt over my head and reach to push down my shorts and panties all in one motion. Tossing them easily to the floor and pushing them aside, I start to fidget, lifting up and down on my heels and wringing my fingers. His eyes are like fire on my flesh. When he takes my hand in his I feel the fire spread throughout my body and settle in my sex. Sir, oh, Sir.. what are you doing to me??!!
He guides me slowly into the bedroom. He turns on the light and my eyes blink, adjusting to the brightness. Wary, curious... I watch him as he sits down on the edge of the bed. Quickly he pulls me across his knees and I gasp in surprise.
"Hey, what are you doing.. I mean, Sir....," I stammer.
"I'm going to remind you to answer your phone when I call."
