When the last rays of the sun were kissing the earth goodbye for the day, Grace found herself sighing with an abundance of relief. Daniel hasn't completely forgiven her, but mere acceptance was, definitely, a win for her. She knew she had so much to atone for, and this was merely the beginning.
"You will be staying in the guest room for the week," he intoned. "I'll have someone send all the required items you will require for the stay."
With that, he left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the pile of clothes. He treated her like a guest—an outsider.
You reap what you sow.
Swallowing her grief, she whispered into the empty room, looking wistfully around, "It's good to be back, Grace."
A lone tear threatened to spill out of the corner of her eye, both in happiness and sadness, and Grace quickly blinked it away. She knew Daniel wouldn't welcome her back readily, hell, she even expected to be sent back from the doorstep.
It was the longest night of Grace's life. Tossing and turning, she tried hard to find the ideal posture to sleep, but unfortunately, she couldn't. The best place to sleep would be in the arms of her Master, surrounded by his warmth, and there was no substitute for that. At last, the weariness of the day loomed over her, and she could sleep for a couple of hours.
DAY ONE
Grace woke up before Daniel, strolling into the kitchen to help herself with a cup of freshly brewed black coffee. She sat down on a stool in the kitchen isle and reminisced the days of their relationship. In spite of the rising tension coiling her stomach, there was a sensation of bliss. Back in the day, she woke Daniel up with the coffee and a long, hard kiss. Some days, he preferred to start his day by eating her cunt, while other days with an erotic spanking. There was always a new thing, a new activity, or a toy they had explored together. Sipping her caffeine, she wondered if she would ever get back those splendid days. Groggily, Daniel sauntered out of the bedroom and went down to his kitchen, unmindful of Grace's presence, and was struck for a moment or so before he recovered.
"You're awake," Daniel commented, making Grace jump as she turned to witness his presence. He walked past her, towards the refrigerator, taking out the contents of the breakfast.
"Um...yeah, I—" Grace was at a loss of words, staring at his gorgeously naked torso. "Good morning, Master."
"Morning," he curtsied, without making eye contact. "I will have to fix the morning schedule for you," he said dryly. "Did you sleep well?" he finally asked, look at her.
"Yes, I slept well, Master," Grace said with the hint of uncertainty in her tone, making Daniel's brow quirk up, but he didn't stretch the issue. As her Dom once, he read her expressions well and knew the answer even before she would reply. That gave her no room to lie, deceive, or hide her feelings. Daniel was a friend, philosopher, guide, lover, and a dom—all in one delicious combination. "I made coffee. Do you want me to pour you some, Master?" she offered, hoping to change the topic.
"Yes, coffee would be nice," he said, occupying the stool next to hers. Grace dutifully poured some, placed before him, and stood by his side. Previously, she only sat down if instructed at all, or else she knelt by his side. Daniel flicked a sideways glance, ordering her, "You can sit."
The morning coffee and breakfast rolled away in silence, very awkward silence that left Grace swimming in anticipation. The quietness of her master reminded her of the dangerous silence before a vicious storm. Once or twice, she had tried to make small talks, but they were blatantly turned down by him. At last, she gave up.
Daniel fished out a key and placed it before her on the table. "Go to the study room and wait for me there. Naked." His tone was conversational. Saying, he promptly disappeared into his bedroom.
Finally! Grace hurried towards the study, beside the bedroom. As a couple who were heavily into D/s, they didn't have a traditional room for the lifestyle. Daniel and Grace used to play in their bedroom mostly or in his study.
Entering the room, a chest of memories laid open before Grace as she strode in. From the polished wooden table to the showpieces in the room—everything was as it was. It included the leather-upholstered bench as well, placed between two large wall mirrors. It had an angled top; leather padded and came with elbow and knee rests. It was, indeed, a piece of beautiful furniture unless used for vicious adventures. Grace had never seen one in the study, for she had bent over the table or edge of the bed to receive a spanking.
As ordered, she took off her silk robe and the matching pair of lace lingerie—a delicate, light pink. Unable to figure out the position she should assume, Grace knelt in the center of the room with her fingers laced behind the neck, and the head bowed—she waited. The door creaked when it opened as Grace moved on instinct but quickly restrained herself. A trained submissive like hers knew better than that.
"You remembered the position," he remarked as the deep voice carried across the room. It wasn't a question, so Grace kept quiet. Daniel noted the sensual curve of her back, the creamy skin of her ass, the color from last night's spanking almost faded to nothing. He remembered her to be a little plumper, the natural figure she often hated. What was with women all skin and bones? Daniel never understood.
He came to stand before her and quietly revealed his displeasure. "Perhaps you forgot the details," he said, placing a foot between her knees. "Wider. I must be able to see your cunt." Grace obliged, spreading her knees to provide him with the unrestricted view of her fur covered pussy. He had said that he'd take care of it, and deliver a punishment that fits the crime. So, she awaited the moment.
Daniel lowered on one knee, plunging two of his fingers straight into her folds without warning. The warmth of his skin against her loins shot an instant gust of dampness. Grace successfully managed to bit back the moan rising at the back of her throat while he continued petting the thatch for good measure. Wordlessly, he retreated his fingers, stood up to stand behind her once again.
The lack of conversation was killing Grace. Was this punishment or play?
"Go down on all fours in front of the leather bench, put your face on the floor, and keep that ass high in the air," he commanded and went to retrieve a few things from a nearby cabinet on the wall. Grace followed the instruction to the letter, gingerly going on all fours and lewdly presented her bare ass for his pleasure. From her position, it was impossible to figure out the items in his hand, but she did register the lube as he came to sit down on the bench.
"I was glad to hear when you said that you slept well," he said conversationally, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. "Today is going to be tiresome for you." Daniel placed a firm hand on her back, urging to dip it down further while the lubricated finger pushed into her anus. "Breathe, and bear down," he coached, even though he knew that she knew.
Anal sex was not uncommon to Daniel and Grace, for he loved it as much as she did. However, Grace hasn't been touched 'there' for over a year. A short gasped wrenched out of her, and she tried to rise but couldn't for the force of his firm hand. "I said, bear down," he rebuked and placed a smarting smack on her asscheek.
"I—am trying...Master," Grace whimpered and groaned. The finger pushed in, stretching her sphincter, as the nerve endings began to tingle her erotic sensibilities.
"Hmm. Nice and tight," Daniel muttered, and then told her casually, "I am going to finger fuck you as we speak." He kept thrusting the finger in and out of her asshole, maintaining a rhythm, and continued the motion. "So Grace, do you still like being finger-fucked with an audience?" he asked.
Holy Christ! They once did a public scene together, full-blown intense, which ended with a great anal fucking and her coming screaming and writhing under him. The memory etched on her mind like a tattoo. She realized she has already started getting wet with the finger fucking alone. However, on some level, it didn't take her to the edge because the act was tad humiliating too. She was naked, bare ass, exposed, finger fucked...the list could on.
Daniel sighed a little loudly. A sub's mind anywhere else than on the scene? Either the dominant is doing something wrong or the sub is blatantly petulant. Well, he was going to find out. He withdrew the finger as Grace immediately felt the emptiness.
