The Wait
The sound of running water in the next room filled the air. Several computer screens filled a corner of an elaborate desk in the bedroom corner. Each screen showed another chart or graph that would lead their owner to a strong and stable financial future; stocks, business ventures, and budget plans. Around the room were the nearly bare walls of a person who had trouble with the idea of settling down or staying stationary. The bed was a simple mattress on the floor, with both padded and waterproof covering beneath the fitted sheets, no flat sheet in sight. Steam poured out of the top of the cracked bathroom door flooding upwards covering the ceiling with a thin layer. On the wall opposite the bed, and the same wall as the computer desk, a dresser stood holding miscellaneous things as well as some clothes. A night stand beside the bed looked innocent enough supporting only a Xbox and a bedside pen and notebook. A window occupied the majority of the wall opposite of the bathroom door, the curtains barely kept out any light and were essentially translucent to passer-bys at night time if the lights were on.
Sitting upright was a woman just over 30 who occupied the center of the bed with her legs stretched out to the edge of the bed, crossed over one another. Her hair was bright yellow tipped and eyes were a very dark brown. Wearing nothing but an obsidian ring, she enjoyed and advocated for nudism but always kept her protection stones close. She'd let herself in and locked the door behind her as she was instructed and took very little time to shed her clothes and get comfortable. She eyed the room intently although she already knew what she'd see. Looking out of the window she could see the sun setting in the distance through the sheer curtains. She always wondered what the point of them was since they seemed to give so little protection or privacy. Her eyes roamed around the room.
The computer screens now idled and each screen had characters from different favorite anime shows appearing to peer back out of the computer screens and into the room as if this reality was their entertainment. On the wall next to the bathroom door hung a dry erase board with different letters and boxes with hash marks in them, directly next to that, many wall hooks and mounts were attached. On these hooks hung different things that began to make the woman's heart race by just seeing them. The first couple of hooks were the resting place of ropes of a few different colors. The next set of hooks hung 5 different spanking devices in order from smallest to largest point of impact. A little further over, there hung two collars, one pretty and obviously special and one basic and dull in color.
She began thinking to herself, "When is he going to get out of there?" She found it ironic that the thing she pretended to hate about this man was one of the very things that pulled her in so helplessly and continued to keep her curious about him. Ever since the two met she was pretty much guaranteed that she would always part ways with him feeling very satisfied. Even at times when he wouldn't verbally agree to fulfill her needs, they would end up filled and overfilled by the time she left his presence. He was a busybody in his own way and had things to do and goals to complete before he was willing to focus on pleasure for himself or others. She was greatly turned on by his self-discipline, but since he was such a primal man she didn't understand why he wasn't on board to put his meat in her every time she asked no matter when or where they were.
He was so powerful, he did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, so why not take her? She loved the privilege of spending time with him but being that every time she felt grateful or found him sexy, she just wanted him inside her. She sometimes found it fairly taxing to be with him for such long periods without any sexual gratification or ease of tension. From the very first time they met he carefully built her anticipation first via text, then video chat, followed by a physical meeting and night out on the town where he let her firmly grope his package while out shooting pool, still not allowing her to relieve any pressure until further into the night.
Anticipation
He'd take her places and paw at her to get her in the mood but he'd insist that waiting is better and it wasn't the time. Over time, she noticed the more he built anticipation, the more incredible the orgasms would be. The less she insisted he give her what she wanted right away, the more effort he put into her satisfaction when the time arrived to have it. This shifted her impulsive nature to be more appreciative of being told "no" at times. She knew her patience would be rewarded greatly if she could manage to not be a real brat about the wait. Her patience is always rewarded when it comes to him. It had been nearly two months since he had been inside her this time.
Though she was attractive and popular enough she could easily share her body with nearly anyone of her choosing, her body chose him. It wanted to be shared with him. She had her own ways of reaching her climaxes but nothing was ever the same as a person she trusted willing to push her over the edge just when she thought she couldn't go any further. What she liked most about sharing herself and pleasure with him was how proud he would be during and after causing her body the most extreme of pleasures. As she reminisced on all the times the anticipation built and the explosions caused by this, she decided to breathe and occupy her mind as he showered.
Her eyes took in the view of the pleasure wall, allowing her imagination to take over. She bit her lip as she eyed a new paddle that had the word
"Mine."
carved out of it. This woman loved to be spanked and the idea of it easily made her grin to herself. Her grin was accompanied by butterflies as she imagined what it would feel like to see her ass with the word
"Mine."
across it, knowing it had been put there by her favorite man. That, he too, saw this word.... exactly where it belonged. Just as the woman noticed that these thoughts were causing her to become wet down below, she heard the shower turning off. She could hear heart begin to beat faster as she knew he'd be coming out soon, without clothes, she hoped. After a few moments of feeling her heart flutter she saw the door begin to open. Emerging from the doorway was Kailas wrapped in a town from waist down, she saw his abs glisten as though he didn't finish drying himself completely. His red tipped dreadlocks stopped at his shoulder blades usually but were still tied back from his shower. As he looked her over, he saw from her body language that she was already feeling stimulated before he joined her.
He first expected to see her cell phone or something else that was causing this look on her face. Then as he looked around the room to see what was going on before he came out, his eyes fell on the new paddle, then back to her who was now looking at it again. "Ah, Hello Katriel, I see you see the new tool." He chuckled, " Someone sent that to me anonymously, kinda wish I knew who, it's perfect, it suits me. 'Mine.' With a period. No if, ands, or buts." He stepped closer to the bed where Katriel was sitting. Kneeling in front of her, he carefully took her by the top ankle and uncrossed her legs. Since she was taking up a large space on his bed she pulled her legs in toward her chest and hugged them so that he could get on the bed. Instead of joining her, he took her by both ankles and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and to him. He separated her feet and planted them at the end of the bed playfully coaxing her legs to separate. He silently studied her in this position for a few moments. She remained quiet, the only thing she wanted to say, her body was already loudly begging for it.