Later...
Later that night, the guests were leaving and I planned to take you at your word. "You can spank me later," was still ringing in my ears and the heat of your sex was still fresh on my mind. I knew that you had spent the entire evening entertaining our friends with no panties. It was a little thing and not that uncommon, but it had not been your plan at the beginning of the evening. It was a result of my raging desire to have you when I wanted you. I also knew that you were wet -- very wet. I am sure that it started from your gushing orgasm earlier in the evening, but when you sat in my lap I felt your heat and moisture on my thigh.
I sat down while you stepped outside to say a last goodnight. When you walked back in, you smiled and looked just a little guilty. You knew that your night had just begun. "Master...?" It was a question -- it was all we needed for both of us to know that you wanted to please me and that you would do everything I said.
"You were very good earlier." I said to you. "You gave me all I wanted and more, and did it with them just a few feet away. I don't think they had a clue."
You smiled at your little victory. You knew that I would reward you for your good behavior.
I instructed you to walk to the center of the living room. You walked gingerly into the room. You looked like you were afraid you would break something. You were still moving toward the center of the room with your back to me when I told you to stop. You froze.
You began to turn toward me. "Stand still," I said sharply. Your body stiffened.
I waited until I saw your shoulders relax. It took almost a minute. Your breathing slowed and your shoulders dropped just a little. You did not know what I wanted, but you accepted that this is where and how I wanted you. You knew not to speak -- this was our rule.
"Strip."
You took a little look over your shoulder and began to take off your shirt. You looked like you were standing at the closet door.
"I didn't say get undressed. I said strip."
You raised your head and stiffened again. I could see the hesitation. I could see the query. And then, you relaxed again. Your body swayed for a second like music had begun to play. Then, still facing away from me, you slowly bent at the waist. Your hands both ran down your left leg until you were bent nearly double. You were now looking at me around your leg, your face flushed and your hair hanging around your face like a frame. I could see the darkened area of your jeans from your moisture.
You un-strapped one shoe and then the other, picked them up by the straps of their thongs, and walked to the hearth. You placed the shoes on the mantle, bent down, and started the fire.
Then you walked to me, placed one foot on the arm of the chair beside me, reached over my head, and turned out the overhead lights. This move had placed your breast against my face for just a moment. When you straightened, you pushed your pelvis toward me. I could smell -- feel your heat.
You pushed away from me as if my touch was going to burn you. You stepped back away from me until you were silhouetted by the light of the fire and the rim light over the fireplace. Your new blouse was just transparent enough that I could see the outline of your body through the fabric. You traced the lines of your body with your hands as if you knew exactly where my eyes were traveling.
You had already unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on your blouse, just enough that your full cleavage and the center of your bra were visible. You seductively slid a finger into your mouth, moistened it, and traced it down your neck and between your breasts. The fingers of one hand traveled to the junction of your thighs, while the other deftly unfastened the remaining buttons of your shirt.
As your shirt fell open, both hands traveled to the top of your jeans. You unbuttoned the top button and slid the zipper down about an inch. One corner of your jeans folded down, but nothing was revealed.
