Control.
Iris crossed her legs next to mine, clanking her heels in doing so. The drive was wet and gloomy but that soon would be washed away by the moonlight disappearing behind us as we crossed into the threshold of the door. The light turned green just as I rounded the turn. A quarter mile until we arrive. As I turn the steering wheel to the left, the tires slide a little across the water-soaked pavement. Her hand jolted to the door for security.
"It's okay," I tell her, "I'll never lose control." I say casually, without flinching. Her grip loosens knowing I'm right. She says nothing more, just looks across and blushes. I divert my attention only enough to give her a wink and return back to the road in time to pull into the driveway.
Before we go inside, she waits for me to open the door for her. She gets up and plants a kiss on my cheek before heading up the walkway. We've been here before, many times actually, but every time feels unlike the last. New, but familiar. Perhaps it's the weather, or perhaps the nerves. Iris knows what waits for her beyond those doors, so she waits, excited, but nervous. The rain by now has picked up heavily; every so often the sky lets out a roar accompanied by a crackle. My roommates aren't home yet and won't be for a while, not for a few days. I know this is once again the perfect time. She looks at me as we enter my room; the corners of her mouth twitches as she tries to hide her excitement.
"Lay down, on the bed, I'll be in there in a moment."
"Yes... sir," she responds obediently.
She lays on her back, one leg bent over the other like an envelope waiting for me to open. I take a step towards the bed and gently lift her right foot into the air. Slowly, I unwrap her buckles and slide off her shoe. I do the same to her other shoe just before laying them both neatly below the side of the bed. Then comes the part where I wait. We stare at each other, sharing the last moments of our prelude. Amenity. She consents, and so we begin.
Order.
I place my hand on the inside of her ankle, I can tell she had just shaved; she knew I was coming. Without steadiness, my hand slowly crawls up the inside of her leg. Goosebumps form beneath my fingertips. I've memorized these legs. The topography feels just shy of familiar. I stop at her thigh and give her a gentle squeeze.
"Don't stop... please"
I ignore her and remove my hand. I walk over to the dresser, open the top draw and remove a pair of silver handcuffs, laying them beside her. She looks at me with excitement. I remain silent, trying to keep a poker face to not show her how much I truly want this. She knows I want this, but I will not show her. This is how I remain in control. Soon enough, she'll know everything. I return to the bedside where her legs are still crossed but she rubs them together sensually. I can tell she is getting antsy, but I do not rush, some tension needs to be allowed to linger before I give in. A watched pot never boils.
My hand returns to her thigh just below her skirt. I continue upward until I find a pair of green lace panties. She knows I like that color. This gives me satisfaction knowing she is trying to please me. I have seen every color in her drawers, but Iris knew to pick the green. I consider playing nice, but she hasn't earned that yet. I remove the garments and lay it on the floor next to her shoes.
Order.
Her legs grant me permission to let my hand ventures back between, which by now are spread wide like a book for me to read. And so, I begin sliding my fingers between her lips. Just like I had always known them to be, they were wet and welcoming. Her breathing picks up and begins to drown out the pitter patter of the rain. I retreat my hand back down her thigh, just above her ankles. I take and give; take and give; take and give- until she knows who is in control. My hand travels up her once more and again after that. I allow myself one more time inside of her, and then another, each deeper than the last. It is when Iris looks at me with her beading eyes, longing for me, that I know she understands. I move slowly, only to get her warmed up. Her hips rock back and forth with the motion of my hand.
