I surveyed my reflection in the mirror, casting a critical eye over what I saw. You had been away and I wanted you to feel that I had made an effort to be attractive for you on your return. My skin had a pale golden sheen in the soft light of the bedroom; helped by the attentions of the razor earlier in the bath and the lightly scented moisturiser I had applied only minutes before. I ran an inspecting hand over the efforts of the razor. My legs, underarms and pussy were smooth and soft as a baby's skin.
Attention went next to my hair, naturally unruly. I frowned at it in the mirror before acknowledging that I had managed to encourage it to look at least as if it was intended to sit this way. I smiled as I realised it already looked as if male hands had found their way into its honey, corn silk strands. Just as well to have a cut that did that on purpose, since every other haircut I ever had, ended up looking that way through the ministrations of those loving, talented, knowing hands.
Briefly I inspected the rest of the picture I presented. Full breasts, already stiff, rose pink nipples, curvy hips, long legs and those ever present freckles, somewhat paler now it was winter, but still shades darker than the rest of my skin, full sensuous lips, which were already aching for your kiss, and blue eyes, which were currently signalling the war going on inside. They sparkled with slumberous fire whilst showing vague lines of fatigue.
I sighed. To dress or not to dress? I checked the time - 11.40. You wouldn't be back until after 12. A tiny smile played at the corners of my mouth as I realised that the lingerie would be best kept for tomorrow night. When you got back, all either of us would be interested in would be touching, holding, lots of kissing and probably not a whole lot of foreplay, before falling onto and into one another. The speed and intensity of my readiness for you never fails to take me a little by surprise.
Finally decided, I grabbed one of your old work shirts, I like sleeping in them. I also like how sometimes you take your time over the buttons, and, at others, consign them to the "used to be clothing" category by ripping them open. I slid my arms into the pale blue cotton and did up the bottom four buttons, leaving the top three open and a large amount of cleavage consequently in view. I slipped into bed, snuggled over to your side where faint traces of your scent were still available to me and closed my eyes for a second. Very soon now and you would be here... *****
I became aware of a weight around my waist, and an insistent suckling on the nape of my neck, making my back arch and pushing my bum instinctively against the hard heat I could already feel pressing against there. 'Arrived,' I thought, 'you're here safe' and drifted back towards sleep.
'Mmmm.' In response to the wonderful, drugging, languorous sensations pulsing through me, making my limbs heavy and warm, I slowly floated back to wakefulness, my entire being responding to the heat and the insistence of your mouth on mine, the play of your tongue encouraging my own to dance, and with no hesitation I opened my lips, and allowed my nature to take over, my mouth flirting against yours, my tongue demanding more strength and more heat from you, pushing you to dominate me and make me entirely yours. My hands moved to go around you and pull you close. 'What the...?' My eyes flew open in shock.
Male laughter, knowing, deep and sensuous.
"Hi, Honey, I'm here." You looked down imperiously on my stunned face.
Every sense was now on alert, flooding languorous limbs with adrenalin, making them tense, ready for fight. My wrists were securely tied to the headboard! Blue eyes round and enormous with shock, my gaze flew to your face. The man I love so well, straddled over me, very aroused, very solid and, judging by the expression on your face, not overly happy with me. I struggled to swallow, mouth suddenly very dry. As I examined my predicament and saw the material of my own scarves biting into my wrists, I wondered what I had done.
"Confused, sweetheart?" Your tone was more than a little acid. You cocked your head to one side, as if mocking my confusion. Fake concern was etched on your face as you continued,
"Poor baby! She doesn't understand why this is happening..."
Then you took hold of my left breast in your right hand and very slowly increased the pressure on it. You squeezed it so hard that your fingers almost managed to curl into a fist with my tortured flesh inside it.
"Unnhhhh." Despite myself I let out a low, breathy moan of pain. As you lessened your grip and then removed your hand from my breast, the marks of your fingers left a livid print on the creamy skin, as if it felt you still had me in your grasp.
From lowered lashes I watched as you sat back; seeming to admire the artwork you had wrought on my body. You were smiling your satisfaction that you had my complete attention.
"It is very simple, Darling. You see, I find it unacceptable that I drive for this long to come to you, and you can't even be bothered to stay awake to welcome me." I heard you sigh and saw your expression as you shook your head, before your gaze travelled over my body, working down from my startled face and then taking a very long time to come back up and reach my own now shameful, downcast gaze. I longed to tell you how I had prepared for your arrival, but the words were stuck in my throat and I knew it was true. I couldn't even stay awake to show you how much you had been missed.
You inhaled deeply, making me very aware of the weight of you on my hips.
"I think, sweetie, we need to revisit the basics. You need to learn all over again just how bad it can hurt when you fail to please me, as well as how lovely it can be for you when you show me that you belong to me. Actually, we both know how much you enjoy it all, but I have a feeling you won't be overly keen on this lesson." You laughed then. A hard, clipped, cold sound.
"Well, at least not initially. Incidentally, feel free to struggle. I really think I'd rather like that."
I swallowed convulsively at the dark fires I could see burning in your eyes. I hadn't seen this in you for a long time, and I remembered exactly how pointed your lessons could be.
Despite myself, I felt a shiver of anticipation, and became aware of an ache growing deep inside me. I flushed in shame, which you must have caught because you began to laugh again.
"Are you having fun yet, my darling?" As you enquired, you took my left nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched - hard. Immediately and with no thought I twisted to try to release it from your grip, but you know me well and just moved with me. The pressure on that most sensitive part of me merely increased beyond what I ever thought I could bear. A moan escaped from me, though I tried to bite it back.
"What's that you say? More? Do the other one too?" I could see your dark head cocked to one side, questioningly. "Certainly sweetheart, anything for you..." But instead of immediately moving your other hand to my right breast, the pressure lifted from my left. And you twisted your upper body away, lifting the pressure on my hips. It was over, relief flooded through me.
"Thank you," I whispered meekly, only to falter when I caught a glimpse of what you had reached for.
"Oh," you chuckled, "You are so very welcome."
Both hands returned to my left nipple, busying themselves with the clamps you had lifted from the bed. You seemed to be watching my expression intently as you got it into position,
"Are you ready for the pain, baby? Here it comes," and then immediately you released your hold on the spring holding the clamp apart. A rush of white hot, needle sharp pain coursed from my already tender nipple, sending screams of sensation up my spine, and causing me to catch and hold my breath with the effort of not making a sound.
You seemed to drink in the sight of me like this; riding the waves of pain you gave me so generously. I could see that you noted how the fire in my own eyes spiralled almost out of control. I wanted to be such a good girl for you, even if you couldn't tell me right now if I was.
Right then I needed as much as wanted my punishment. Something in me also sensed that you needed to be sure that I remembered that pleasing you was my purpose. I felt you grow harder as I responded to your wonderful hurts on me. I hoped that you would have my mouth on you soon, but I wasn't to have that yet. You had a devilish glint in your otherwise forbidding expression...
My left nipple was being pulled down by the weight of the chain that allowed it to be connected to its fellow on the other end. I noted your teasing expression as you lifted the chain until it was taut and then drew circles in the air causing my nipple to follow in miniature the arcs you were making.
Then, oh my, I almost screamed in frustration as you lowered your mouth until you could concentrate a breath on the very tip of my ravaged flesh, and very lightly flicked your tongue over it. Millions of electrical pain and pleasure circuits were galvanised into action, sending hot currents of sheer sensation through me in almost unbearable waves. A long, low moan of excitement came from me at that.
This seemed to make you more focused and the expression that settled on your beloved countenance was one of decision and determination, almost grim. Your hands busied themselves in repeating your earlier ministrations, only this time on my right nipple. Again, before releasing your hold on the spring, you focused on my face, seemingly satisfied with the apprehension you could see shining through the pleasure you had given.
"Ready?" You cocked your head a little. Slowly and beseechingly, I shook my head in response.
"Ah, good." You let go your hold. Again, you seemed to drink in the vision of me being hit by the sensations you had offered, then watching me try to breathe through the wash of hurt that coursed through me. I became very aware of how strongly your cock twitched against my belly, harder than ever now.
"Do you like your punishment?" You asked me. The words were clipped and angry, but not shouted. You spoke in normal tones and were all the more commanding for it.
I shook my head in response. I could tell that this was inadequate by the hiss of your indrawn breath and then feeling your hand snake out, round to the back of my neck, pulling my hair, forcing my head back and my chin to be thrust upwards, making my back arch and bringing my already tortured breasts into contact with your chest. The heat coming off them was blistering. Yes, I loved it.
"If I ask you a question, you will do me the courtesy of answering me. Am I understood?" You breathed against my ear and you pulled a little harder on my hair as you finished. I rushed to answer you in a breathy whisper, which was all I could manage, but I didn't want to anger you any more than I already had.
