Olivia slipped the lime green skirt over her slim hips. She fidgeted with the zipper and then looked into her full-length mirror. "Ick!" she said to the reflection. "Sir knows I hate this color." Olivia couldn't help but laugh.
A month had passed since she and Graham had become lovers. A single off-handed comment about the sound chains had on her psyche altered everything, yet their friendship remained. They had always loved each other, but this new dimension had allowed them to explore a sensual side both had thought would end their ability to be friends. Gladly, their fears were unfounded.
Still chuckling, her reflection reprimanded her; "you are His pet. If He wants you in a burlap sack, you'll wear it."
Graham Sir's pet nodded and finished buttoning her pink blouse.
"Do you often have to remind yourself of your place?" He teased from the door of her bedroom.
Olivia jumped at the sound of His voice. She quickly turned and stole a glance before lowering her eyes and whispered, "too often, Sir."
That stolen glance nearly melted her knees where she stood. He casually leaned against the doorjamb, long-sleeved black shirt untucked, faded jeans covering His strong lean legs, light brown hair neatly combed and that teasing, wry all appraising smile of His, reminded her that she was His. He was not into the Master/slave scene, but her heart and body still belonged to Him, when she thought of Him, Olivia, the woman, faded and gave way to Graham Sir's pet.
Graham stepped up to her. As always, He stopped before their bodies touched and let her feel His warmth. she knew He was testing her resolve. To prevent her body from trembling at his proximity she bit the inside of her cheek hard, but still her mind swam with His scent and warmth.
Gently He placed a finger under her chin to raise her eyes to meet his. His eyes shone with tenderness, "not right now, Liv" and he bent forward to kiss her. As their tongues danced and passion consumed them, Olivia realized that Graham didn't want his pet, he needed his friend and lover.
Tears welled in her eyes as she kissed him, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. Olivia felt her body whisked up in Graham's arms as she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. She smiled her content smile as he carried her toward her bed.
Graham laid her on the bed and straddled her form. She returned his wry smile that always indicated he was up to some sensual mischief and sat up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. As his chest came into the light she kissed his flesh. Another button, another kiss. Graham leaned back as Olivia continued to work her way down his shirt.
When the buttons began revealing denim, Olivia retraced her steps back up to his neck while the fingers finished opening his shirt. With his shirt completely open she ran her hands along his thighs down to his knees. She let her fingers sneak along the inside of his legs as she teased and licked at the nipples of his bare chest.
