She kneeled there, naked, not nude. Nude implied artistry, beauty, while naked is what she was. She knelt there with her rump back on her heels, back straight, head up, eyes cast down to the floor but with two differences between her normal kneel. Her left hand caressed her breasts and right hand between her thighs working her nub furiously and then slowing.
She had been told to wait there in the room kneeling before the fireplace facing the door and to keep herself on the edge for however long it took before He arrived. She'd been at it for slightly over an hour. A nice size puddle of her juices lay between her sodden thighs, her right hand fingers slightly pruny.
As she continued her ministrations to her sex, her mind kept flashing on the things her Master had directed her to meditate on: devotion ~ His cock ~ adoration ~ His cock ~ worship ~ His cock ~ love ~ His cock. As her orgasm approached to almost that point of no return, her hands would slow, her breathing would calm, but her mind continued to work.
At some point, she registered that the door to the room had opened and closed. But she didn't move save for her hands. She remained where she was and as her mantra and movements brought her higher, her hips began to rise and fall slightly, her breathing became raspier, her face flushed again. He just simply stood by the door and took it all in. The room's air was laden with the scent of her arousal. He placed His hands on His hips and inhaled deeply taking great satisfaction that the odor was caused through His control. HIS.
His cock twitched as He sensed how very close she was. He was very proud that she hadn't succumbed to her need even after having been left alone all this time.
He silently removed His clothing and quietly walked until He stood before her. Not quite close enough that she could see Him but close enough He could feel her need better. He walked around her carefully examining every inch of her body, every inch of her open to His eyes.
When He had had His fill, He quickly stepped up behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled her, surprised, to her feet. She gasped loudly at His first touch but immediately moved to comply with His pull.
He bent her, He bent her back with His fingers deeply in her hair, back to His hungry mouth, and He kissed her, deeply, passionately, erotically, feeding off of her need. She struggled to maintain her balance and finally simply allowed Him to hold her upright by her hair. She made positively sure that her hands continued their ordered tasks and felt her passion rise even incredibly higher as she submitted to His kiss.