Leaning over the kitchen counter, occasionally glancing at the clock, I waited for my boyfriend to come home.
At the moment, my only source of entertainment came from the bright screen of the laptop in front of me, which had soft rock playing as I tapped away at the keys, attempting to finish another page of my novel before he arrived.
Knowing that he usually worked a semi stressful job, I did my best to dress to impress him.
Although we had been together for quite a few months now, the fact that I still dressed up in tight jeans, with crop tops and red bottom stilettos didn't bore me.
Seeing as I was eighteen and he was in his early twenties, neither of us minded me dressing up.
At the sound of the apartment door opening, I walked over to the door and wrapped my arms around his neck in a passionate kiss.
"Would you two mind not going fifty shades of grey tonight? I have parents visiting in an hour." Richard asked, poking his head out of his apartment across the hall.
"No promises." I replied, closing the door and going back over to my laptop.
"Jessica did you finish your water today?" he asked walking to a stand behind me and placing a warm hand on my exposed waist.
"I had two Dr. Peppers and a toaster pastry" I replied, continuing to tap away at the keys on my laptop.
I tensed as I felt his hand trail down to my backside and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Where's your collar?"
"In the bedroom" I replied, not drawing my eyes from the screen in front of me.
"You're in for a treat tonight." he stated, pressing a soft kiss behind my ear. "Because the toys I ordered just arrived. Toys I'm only going to use when you've been bad." he finished, leaving one more kiss before leaving me there, leaned over the kitchen counter.
Bringing a shaky hand to my spot behind my ear, I touched the place where the gentle kiss was left.
He was only exceptionally gentle when there were quite a few punishments lined up in the bedroom.
Quickly closing my laptop and sauntering over to the couch where he now sat, I walked to a stand behind my dom and snaked my hands down his shoulders.
"Would you like anything to eat? Back massage? Blow job?" I asked, beginning to message his shoulders.
"I'm good for now. I do need you to drink plenty of water though, you're going to need it." he answered.
Standing up, I walked back over to the kitchen, the sound of my red bottom heels clicking against the wooden floor, pounding in my ears.
Opening the refrigerator, I glanced back at him before grabbing the bottle of Chardonnay and pouring it into my cup filled with ice.
Taking a large sip, I put the bottle back and leaned against the counter, inhaling as I felt myself visibly calm down.
"Good girl." he complimented, gesturing for me to come and sit on his lap.
Quickly finishing off the cup of wine, I filled another with sink water in a rush and walked over to the couch, taking a seat in his lap.
Silently thankful that he didn't ask me any questions, I relaxed into his arms, tensing when I felt him inhale.
"Open" he stated.
Slowly I opened my mouth, watching as he placed my cup down and pulled my hips so that I was straddling him.
"Jess, you know I only tell you to do things for your benefit right?" he asked, grasping my hands in his.
"I know, I'm sorry I was just-" I started, only to have him interrupt me with a kiss.
"I think it's time we go to the bedroom, don't you?" he asked, gesturing for me to wrap my legs around his waist and standing up.
After arriving in the bedroom, I was immediately tossed onto the bed.
The look in his brown eyes was different.
It was evident that boyfriend mode dropped as soon as we crossed the threshold, he was now my dom.
"Everything off with the exception of your panties and shoes" he stated, walking over to the dangling cuffs in the corner of the room, beginning to fidget with them.
Quickly stripping, I stood with my hands behind my back.
"Where's your necklace?" he asked, now standing with a suede flogger.
"Fuck" I hissed, moving to get my necklace.
"Wait here, I have a better idea" he stated, walking over to the wall and picking out one of the many thick collars.
"No worries" he whispered, tying the collar around my neck.
My heart hammered against my chest when he finished fastening the collar.
"Green?" he asked, slipping a finger underneath the collar and tugging.
"Yeah" I replied, wincing when he delivered a sharp smack to the right side of my face.
"Yes sir" I corrected, biting my lip as he gripped by nipples and squeezed them, before pulling me across the room toward the dangling chains.
"Arms up" he instructed, releasing my nipples and grabbing my wrists, firmly shackling them to the chains and stepping back.
After reaching forward and fondling my nipples until they were hard and sore, he walked and retrieved the flogger, efficiently swinging it back and striking my right breast, causing me to throw my head back in pain.
"Fuck! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, jerking as he struck my left breast.
Pausing for a moment and resting his chin on his fingers in a thoughtful gesture, he drummed his fingers on his chin before stating, "I don't think I want to hear you right now."
I groaned in frustration as I felt my arousal beginning to pool in my lacy red under ware as he walked over and grabbed the ball gag.
After fastening the gag around my mouth, he continued flogging my chest.
On one particularly hard swing, I pulled at the chains as my knees collapsed, leaving me dangling an inch above the floor.
"All nice and red" he stated, gripping my breasts and squeezing firmly.
"I hope you enjoyed the warm up" he added giving my sore nipples one final squeeze and walking back over to his trunk full of toys.
"This just came in the mail. Do you what I purchased it for?" he asked, holding up what appeared to be a riding crop with a lollipop attached.
"It's called a lolly crop. Perfect for spanking your clit. It always hits its mark." he answered, emphasizing his point by whacking his palm.
I exhaled as he walked over and undid the ceiling shackles and bound me to the bed, spreading my legs as far as they would go.
I jerked as he took the crop and delivered a sharp whack to my clit, tugging at the bonds.
