You wrap me tenderly in the towel, even before grabbing another and wrapping it about your waist. You draw me closer to your broad chest as you move the soft material slowly over my body. Each stroke a lesson in torture. How can I need you so soon after that mind-blowing orgasm? But then again, I have not had you this night, not really.
I cannot stop the moan that escapes my lips. You look up and laugh, "Do we need to try some more orgasm denial to teach you a lesson in patience, kitten?"
I drop my eyes and shake my head, "No, sir."
"That's good to know, my love, because I've been looking forward to fucking your sweet ass all day." You turn me slowly in your arms. The towel makes small circles beginning at my shoulders and moving lower and lower. When you reach my tender bottom, you pat gently. I hear you moving about the bathroom but I keep my eyes down.
I feel the towel wrap about my hair as you squeeze the excess water from it. You brush it to one side as your lips and teeth move along the other shoulder. Your hands cup my breasts, kneading and squeezing until I am begging and pleading for more. But you carefully avoid the hard peaks.
I whimper as you pull back. I hear more shuffling, but I have complete faith that you will take care of all my needs. I jump as I feel something cold and slimy on the cheeks of my ass. But I do not have to wait long as your fingers begin to smear the substance, outlining each of your pink hand prints against my pale skin. "So beautiful," you whisper and my heart soars that I have pleased you once more.
Your fingers trail lower, tracing the crack between my cheeks. I hold my breath. I feel more of the cold liquid trailing down to meet the warmth of your fingers. Oh my god, I think. This is really happening. You are going to fuck my ass. I tighten automatically, but your other hand lands soundly against the already tender skin of my ass at the same moment that you sink your teeth deep into the sinewy flesh where my shoulder meets my neck.
I jump once more and you wrap the hand that administered my spanking around my waist, restraining me, holding me in place. My eyes flare open as I feel your thick finger pushing inside the dark tunnel. "So fucking tight, my pet. Even with all these weeks and weeks of preparation. The butt plugs have done next to nothing to stretch you for my cock."
I swallow convulsively at your words. Will I be able to do this? Can I really take all of your cock inside my back door? Fear grips my insides as dark memories of pain and humiliation assail me. You lay your face against my shoulder as you hold perfectly still inside of me. "Relax, baby. It won't be like that. I promise."
I breath deeply as I force my mind back from that place and my errant body to relax, to obey its master. "Good girl," I feel your hot breath caress the wet skin that now bears your mark of possession as surely as my bottom wears your marks of discipline. My nipples throb.
"Go and kneel on the end of the bed, my pet," I nod, knowing that this too is part of your plan. The anticipation that will border on fear will set my body alight even more than it already is.
"Yes, sir," I say as I walk naked from the bathroom into our bedroom. I bite my lip as I stare at the bed we share. How many nights of languorous love-making have we shared here? How many morning quickies to start the day off right?Now this. New and just a bit frightening adventure. This final sacrifice to my owner and master.
I slowly take my place at the foot of the bed. My knees are just inches from its edge. I assume the position of submission, my head down, my arms locked behind my back. And I wait. And wait. And wait. Each breath becomes that lesson in patience that you promised me.
My muscles tense as I listen for the slightest sound. I am tempted to lift my head and seek out your presence, but I know better. The burning in my bottom reminds me that my master might be loving and kind, but he is also just. I am not one of those bratty little girls that play at submission. I have waited a life time to gift my submission upon a man worthy of it. And I hold nothing back.
I hold nothing back, the words ricocheted through my mind like a benediction. Yes, I breath slowly. I hold nothing back from this man. My husband. My friend. My lover. And my Master. I force my mind back from the brink, replacing each fear, each worry that had me tense and uncertain with images of his care, his protection, his love.
The soft feel of your lips against mine the last memory of each day and the first greeting of the new. Your pride in my accomplishments, as a writer, a mother and a leader. Your strong arms wrapped about me, reassuring and protecting me in my darkest hour. I take cleansing breath after breath as I feel it all drain slowly from my body until I relax into my position, the one most natural to me. Submissive. Slave. Yours.
I smile as I feel the soft caress of your calloused hands across my shoulders. "Such a good girl," you whisper as you push my upper body down into the welcoming clouds of the quilt I had sewn. I feel the bed shift as you reach above me. Your hands lift my lower body as you position pillows beneath my hips. My body attempts to assert itself, my shoulders tightening into knots, but my mind forces it back to you, to this night, to this gift.
"That's it, my pet," you whisper as you mark a trail of chaste kisses down my back, lower and lower. I allow myself to float, my mind to free itself of all worries as I bask in your attention.
You reach my arms, still folded and crossed behind my back. You pause. "Open yourself for me, baby," you command in that rough, low voice that always does funny things to my stomach. My hands release their hold on my forearms as I reach lower, grasping one firm globe in each hand. They pull apart, opening me completely, for you.