The clock ticked forward slowly, the second hand crawling along in a lazy circle. Her eyes followed, tracking it around and around. 8:22pm. She kept her feet firmly planted on the floor as she wiggled slightly, shifting her weight to either side. She rolled her head back, stretching the tight muscles of her neck. Her hands rested with palms facing down on her thighs, her fingertips just above her knees.
Quiet music drifted from across the room where her phone was plugged into a small speaker. The songs were nondescript and easily forgettable but at least it was better than sitting in total silence.
Alone.
Bored out of her skull.
She wiggled her toes, encouraging the blood to keep moving and not settle and put her limbs to sleep as she remained resolutely immobile. Her eyes flicked back over to the clock. 8:23.
"What's taking him so long?" She grumbled, head falling back again as she looked up at the blank ceiling.
* * *
Her evening had started out so promising. Aden had been nothing short of charming and attentive from the moment she'd walked in the door. He'd kissed her passionately, handed her a glass of her favorite wine and led her upstairs to the shower.
A hot bath had been waiting for her, a few drops of her favorite scent in the scalding water. He'd sat with her as she soaked and scrubbed. He even politely gave her the space she liked when it was time to shave. He'd been ready with a thick plush towel and helped her dry off, and then rubbed every inch of her with lotion. She was left soft, smooth and dripping with anticipation.
Her damp hair spilled in wild curls down her back and she'd dressed in the sexy little red teddy he'd just bought for her. The sheer red silk fell just to her hips. The tiny matching thong peeked out from the bottom while her full breasts threatened to spill free from the top.
He'd carried her to the bed, her heart racing in excitement as heat swelled between her legs. She felt herself getting wet against the brand new pair of panties. Her head fell back as she sat upright on the edge of the bed, exposing her neck to him in an invitation for his mouth.
Aden's breath was hot against her skin and his lips brushed against her ear. "Sit still, sweet girl," he whispered.
Panting, with glossy eyes and her lips parted in lust, she sat. She shivered each time he touched her, carefully arranging her legs so her feet rested flat on the floor, knees pressed chastely together.
She frowned slightly, eyes longing and begging for him. Aden's lips stretched into a sly smile.
He took her hands in his. His skin was rough and coarse with callouses spread across his palms and fingers yet he could be so unbelievably gentle. She relaxed in his grasp. Slowly, deliberately, he brought first one hand, and then the other, to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss against each one of her delicate fingers. His bright eyes stayed locked on hers, that devilish grin dancing across his features.
Once he'd finished with each digit he carefully placed that hand in position across the top of her bare thighs. And then he stood and stepped away.
She felt a pang in her core at the sudden, jarring space between them. He crossed the room, picking up her phone and plugging it into the speakers on their dresser, pulling up a playlist of quiet, vaguely romantic background music.
"Babe?" she asked softly, starting to rise.
"No." He turned, his face firm and unyielding.
She quivered, feeling heat and wetness pool between her thighs. She fell back, seating herself as he'd placed her.
"You are going to stay here, sitting just like that." he said firmly. The soft tenderness in his voice was gone. He wasn't angry, wasn't cold or distant. Aden was just very much in charge.
Each word left his lips like a command, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Her mouth went dry, her nipples were hard under the opaque silk, and her head gave the slightest of nods. She understood.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, voice barely audible over the wild pounding of her racing heartbeat.
He nodded and she was rewarded with a slight smile in the corners of his lips. "Good girl."
Her mouth fell open, a gasp of longing escaping it. She desperately wanted to reach forward, to wrap her arms around him and press herself to his body. To touch him, to thank him, and to sink into his praise. But she did not move.
She'd been told to stay put and so she would. Good girls did what they were told.
It didn't mean that it was easy. Aden took his time getting ready, and he did it in front of her. She stiffened, watching as he undid the buttons of his shirt. His movements were slow, deliberate and clearly intended entirely for her. The corners of his mouth twitched in the ghost of a smirk as he watched her devour the sight of every inch of his tanned muscular chest.
He discarded the shirt into their hamper and moved his hands to the buttons of his jeans. Her breath hitched and she squirmed as she watched his pants fall to the floor. Her hands were white as her fingers dug into her thighs while Aden hooked his thumbs into the sides of his boxers. The cotton fabric, all that was between her and his delicious cock, dropped an inch. An involuntary shiver ran through her as his hipbones and the top of his short groomed pubic hair came into view.
Her mouth fell open, her tongue running over her lips as she silently begged him to stop teasing her.
Aden smirked and stepped through the bathroom door, out of sight.
She couldn't keep the whine of protest from escaping her full lips as the wadded up ball of fabric flew back into view. He was naked. Just across the room. Less than ten steps away and she could have all of him on display for her. She twitched, leaning forward slightly as she heard the shower start.
He'd punish her for being disobedient of course. But would that really be so bad?
She moaned, thinking of him bending her over in the shower, hot water streaming down her back, face pressed against the ceramic wall tiles. He'd spank her, scold her, and bring her to the brink of pleasure before he'd stop. He'd make her suck his cock, fuck deep into her throat until her eyes watered and her head spun from lack of air.
Steam spilled through the bathroom door into the bedroom while she wiggled on the bed. Her thighs were slick with her arousal as she imagined him cumming across the shower wall and making her lick it all up.
Again, she thought about how she would be disciplined for ignoring his orders to stay put. But wouldn't it be worth it? Worth it to feel his skin against hers? To taste his lips, his cock?
She shifted forward, ass raising from the bed, but hands and feet still in place.
Good girl.
The words resounded in her head and she fell back into place. Fuck, she loved hearing that. If she got up she'd spoil whatever plans he had. She trusted him. He wouldn't do this to her, wouldn't torment her by building up her desire and leaving her unsatisfied. Getting up would disappoint him. It would mean seeing that light in his eyes go dim and he'd never tell her what he'd had planned. She couldn't do that. Couldn't risk that.
She squirmed. Heat pulsed between her legs, her juices soaking through the little red lace thong. She was a good girl and she'd prove it.
She sat more resolutely, hands, feet and ass all planted in position as she watched the steam roll through the room. She glanced at the clock: 7:24. She could wait. No matter how long he needed her to.
7:29. The water stopped.
Only a moment later Aden emerged, towel wrapped around his hips. His dark hair was damp and wild.
She waited for him to cross the room to her, to feel his big hands cup her breasts, to feel his mouth press against her. Waited for him to drop his towel and take one of her small hands and press it against his big hard cock. He'd push her back against the bed, give her the reward she'd earned by being a good girl and staying put. He'd-
