"Am I ready, Master?"
She did a slow spin, arms a bit spread, teasing grin on her face. The black velvet skirt was cut high on her thigh, the emerald green silk shirt elegant and lovely. Seamed black stockings bridged the gap between skirt hem and the ruthless height of the black velvet pumps.
The teasing grin was because this had been a ritual of theirs since the beginning, over a year ago. Usually He found a little something to adjust, just for the pleasure of touching her...unbuttoning an extra button, adjusting a sleeve, or in this case, moving the small round lock that held the platinum chain around her neck back to the hollow of her collarbone where it belonged. She drew a small trembling breath as His fingers moved, unhurried, over the flesh, the pulse, the woman He'd claimed as His own.
They'd met through a mutual friend. She was as fresh and eager as He was seasoned and experienced. Wanting to harness, control, ride the waves of her energy, without tamping down the fiery intelligence, the strength of her. He'd begun with her slowly, nibbling around the edges of the control she'd craved, until she'd practically begged Him to take more and more...take her over, take her under...take her.
And now she stood before Him, asking for His approval of her choice of outfit.
"Stunning, as always, My beauty." Somehow this proud, spirited woman had found Him, taken up a comfortable residence in His belly that amazed Him sometimes. He thought that space she occupied had always been vacant before, or filled with quiet longing.
She blushed and smiled, unable to keep herself from shivering as He pressed His lips to her neck where her perfume floated from her throbbing pulse.
"Where are we going tonight, Master?"
"Well, dinner in a while. We've got reservations in about an hour. But we need to make a stop first."
His eyes twinkled, and she knew that it was time to stop asking questions.
"Ready when you are, Sir." She smiled and picked up her black evening bag. He offered her His arm, leading her outside and helping her into the car. His emerald, His treasure.
She smiled softly as she waited for Him to take His place in the driver's seat. Him in the driver's seat. It was all she had ever wanted, before she knew that such a relationship could even exist.
In high school, she remembered having an inexplicable craving to just melt, for lack of a better term, into her boyfriends, wanting them to surround her, protect her, guide her. It didn't take long for her to begin gravitating toward older men, but even then, there was something missing, a feeling of completeness, a surrender of self. And even as she went about her independent business...finished college, worked hard at her career, bought her own home...she longed for a strong guiding force, a hand at her back. She'd found it in Him.
She was equal parts amused and confused when they pulled up to a furniture store. As He took her hand to draw her from the car, He murmured in her ear, "I think W/we need a new bed, don't you?"
"Oh, Master!" Her face was radiant as she threw her arms around Him. They'd been talking about needing some new furniture, but the bed was symbolic, somehow. A new bed. A clean slate.
A pleasant, if a bit eager, salesman approached them.
"May I help you?"
"We're looking for a king-sized bed. Firm mattress, but with that soft layer."
"A pillowtop mattress? Absolutely, Sir. We've got a wide price range in this type of bed. Might I ask what you're looking for?"
His lips twitched a bit as He watched His beauty, her face a bit flushed, shifting from one high heel to the other.
"Luxury. Decadence. And endurance." His hand slipped down over her velvet-encased bottom as He said this last bit. He raised an eyebrow at her tiny gasp, and her eyes immediately lowered, but the color was high in her cheeks. He smiled. This was going to be fun.
The salesman smiled. "I think I know what you need." And he led them to a sprawling paradise of a bed.
He nodded to her. "This looks very promising, doesn't it, sweet?"
His manner became brisk, almost businesslike. "Go to the foot of the bed, and face the head. Quickly, beauty."
She looked at Him, lips parted in surprise. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo, pounding in her ears. Oh, no...
They'd scened in public before, a few times, but always at a play party or other event. Never outside the familiar places, where it was understood. Never out in 'the world.'
It had never been more difficult than it was at this moment. She was rooted to her spot, so many conflicting impulses...to acquiesce, to please, to protest, to run...
The salesman's brows lifted quizzically, and he appeared to be waiting for her to laugh, or backhand Him, one of the two.
This was it, she thought. Where the rubber meets the road. Would she submit only when it was convenient, non-threatening? Or would she obey even when it seemed to cost her something?
A tiny voice slipped from between her parted lips.
"Yes, Master."
And everything in her, muscles, tendons, even bone, became pliable, as she took the required position.
He spread her arms wide, mentally measuring the space between the posts, as her face flamed crimson, her eyes forward, chin thrust out a bit, shame battling with eagerness to please.
She felt His large hand between her shoulder blades, as He pushed her forward, bending her over the mattress.
"How does that feel, angel? Nice and soft, but firm underneath? Those pillow top mattresses are nice, aren't they?"
She nodded, her cheek warm against the soft mattress cover. "Yes, Master. It is firm for support, but has the nice softness on top."
He chuckled and gave a soft smack to her behind. She closed her eyes as she felt the eyes of the salesman on her, and several others nearby. Her breathing began to change, and she felt liquid heat under her clothes.
"On all fours, angel. On top of the bed."
He continued to stroke her bottom, His hand slipping between her legs as she whimpered, while He talked to the man about delivery charges, financing. She bit her lip and contemplated begging Him to stop...please, too much...they're looking...so embarrassed...but the thought of disappointing Him created a lump in her throat that wouldn't let the words come.
Curling a finger under the round lock that joined both ends of the platinum chain, He drew her up to her knees.
