She was late and she knew it. He told her to be there at exactly noon. Her fingertips tapped against the steering wheel while her eyes glanced down at the clock. 11:46 am. There was no possible way she could make it to His office in fourteen minutes. she knew she would be in trouble. He hated to be kept waiting.
As her car screeched into the parking space, her dark eyes glanced up into the rear view mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair a couple of times to smooth out the ends before opening the door. It was a chilly early fall day, which she happened to enjoy. He had told her what to wear and she had followed His instructions to the smallest detail.
He hadn't been at His new company very long and she was thrilled at the chance to visit His new office. She opened the lobby doors and walked directly to the elevators. All she could hope was that He would understand the traffic and her tardiness. As the elevator doors opened she took a deep breath and exited, turning right as He had instructed. Her feet carried her down a hallway that seemed to last forever until she felt her heart begin to pound. She stopped outside His door, running her fingertip over the nameplate. She was so proud and very happy for Him.
Quickly she lifted her hand, knocking against the solid wood door. She pushed it open as she heard His voice telling her to come inside. He glanced at His watch, then up at her, not saying a word. She closed the door behind her, eyes almost pleading with Him to forgive her without a word passing her lips.
"Come here sugar." She felt her legs already begin to weaken. God how she loved when He said that. She approached His desk, her fingertip dragging along the smooth edge. When she lifted her eyes and looked at Him, she knew what He wanted. Her body dropped down beside His chair. Like so many times before, her thighs instantly spread apart, she could feel the heat as her hands slid up and down her thighs. As her back arched, her hard nipples pressed against the soft material covering them. She rolled her head slowly to the side and gazed up at Him... "Is this what You wanted Master?" she said.
He never spoke a word, instead His hand dropped down to caress her cheek. He knew one look from Him could send her soaring, or send her trembling into tears. She anxiously waited to see if He would punish her for being late. Her hands fidgeted slightly against her lap as His chair scooted back away from her, His warm touch leaving her skin. She sighed softly, almost whimpering.
"My beautiful girl, right where she belongs" He said. In an instant her eyes grew darker, warmer.. how could He have this effect on her? She never really could fully understand the powers that He had over her. All she could do was relish in it each moment they were together.
His phone rang and her heart pounded even harder. How wonderful it was to be at His side, kneeling quietly while He carried on His daily business. The sound of His voice, the look on His face as He concentrated on His work. It was all she could do to keep from scooting closer to Him. Oh how she wanted to feel His warmth, His hands, His lips.. she ached for Him each moment of the day.
He shifted in His chair, reaching to put the receiver back on the hook. His dark eyes dropped back down to see His girl beside Him. With a smile on His lips, He stood up. She watched Him closely, her bottom sinking down between her feet as He crossed the room. Her eyes closed momentarily as she heard the lock slide into place.
"Get up sugar, come here to Me" He said. Obediently she lifted herself up, her eyes caught His as she crossed His room. Could He smell my excitement she wondered? Surely He knew just being beside Him made her skin warm to the touch. All of her thoughts were of pleasing Him. She adored being His. How He cherished His possession.
He had taken a seat on His sofa while she was coming to Him. Just as she was about to kneel again, she heard His voice.. "No sugar, remove your clothes for Me."
Her lips curled into a smile, just hearing His request. She could hardly slow her hands down as they slid over the buttons of her top. Each one gently popping open, exposing her soft pale skin. Her chest arched forward when her fingers guided the cotton back over her shoulders, the smooth pink lace of her bra moving with each deep breath she took. She placed her top on the arm of the sofa, glancing at Him while He watched closely each move she made.
Her fingers traced over her stomach, slipping down, gliding over the waist of her skirt. The request He had made had been a simple one. He loved her mid-thigh black skirt. Nothing fancy, but the slit over her right leg moved just right when she walked. He smiled, remaining silent as she slid the skirt from around her slender waist. His simple smile turned into a darker grin when she leaned forward towards Him, her breasts barely contained by the smooth material as her hands pushed the skirt down her legs. Cocking her head back, He could see her eyes were just as dark, she pushed aside the skirt with her foot.
As she lifted herself back up, her palms grazed over her bare thighs, curving back over her smooth rounded bottom. She knew if He looked closely, He would surely see the sweet glisten on her bare lips. God how He excited her. Just one look or word would send her into a frenzy that lasted all day and night. His touch wasn't required to make her know she was His. Her mind was swooning as her fingers unhooked the soft lacey bra, working it down over her arms. She looked to Him for instruction as she dropped the material on top of her skirt.
He was leaned back on the couch, His eyes trailing up and down her fully exposed pale flesh. She could have released just lost in His stare. "Turn around and walk to My desk sugar. Place your hands on the edge and wait there for Me."
