And at that moment she knew. She needed to be his doll. His plaything. His baby-girl.
Henry was a strong man. Strong in so many ways. Henry's hands could deliver a smack the sting from which could be felt for quite some moments afterwards. His arms could hold a girl and make her feel so tightly protected, so bound in his care to the point of almost feeling dangerously possessed. His demeanour cast a shadow of strength over everything he surveyed. Henry was solid, dependable and loyal. His kindness was certainly no weakness, either. Henry felt a depth of care and affection for his girl that would challenge the most ardent lover's. Henry was a warrior. He had served his country and garnered medals and accolades along the way but something made him stop. She thought it was his capacity for compassion but no-one really knew what made him retire back to civilian life. Henry was a vault whom few got to access and reap the rewards within. Few, except for her.
The phone rang and Sarah picked up. "Hello?"
"Be ready for me in an hour." he said.
And then she heard the dial tone. She hung up and proceeded to the bathroom.
Sarah stood under the hot gush of the shower and let the warm water soak her skin, she soaped herself, enjoying the rich lather and the anticipation of what was to come. The water ran in rivulets over her big breasts, her full hips and gathered in a pleasing stream at her pubic area. His territory. She thought of him as she rinsed herself clean and prepared her body for him. Once dry, she massaged the rich cream into her skin, down her graceful arms and shapely legs, across her soft belly and inhaled deeply. This was her time. Soon, she'd be on his time and she relished the frisson of excitement that handing herself over to him would bring. She dressed in her best black lace bra and knickers - a gift from Henry - and slipped the tailored black dress over her head. Her shiny black hair swished as she lifted in out of the dress and leant back to zip herself into the fitted clothing. Nothing overtly slutty, just a sexy silhouette for her womanly form. She gently teased the stockings up her legs and fixed them in place. Her shoes gave her the most joy; a simple high heeled black stiletto that did magic things to her posture. Bottom jutting out and breasts supplicatingly on show, she applied her make up with a deft hand, her lipstick expertly framing full and soft lips. Sarah was every inch a real woman. Tall, curvy and elegant. A sophisticated picture of femininity, sure to please anyone who looked upon her. She grabbed her keys and slammed the front door behind her.
She snapped off the metallic voice of the Sat-Nav and felt the rumble of the V6 beneath her. Sarah drove along the streets in silence, no music, no chatter from the radio. Centring herself, she pulled up at the address she had been to many times before, got out of the car and checked her appearance in the window reflection. She walked up the steps to his front door and paused a second to breathe. Before she could knock, the door opened and the doorway was filled with Henry's masculine frame. He pulled her inside, without a word, with sufficient force that she dropped her handbag and faltered against the hallway wall. The door slammed and Henry put a finger to her lips. Sarah's legs buckled slightly under her and she tottered on her heels as a firm knee drove its way between hers.
" Stand up." he commanded.
Sarah did so. Henry spun her round to face the wall and as he did, he caught her wrists in one hand. He gripped her tightly and drew her arms up her back so she couldn't move them. The pain was sharp and intense but Sarah did not speak. He kicked her ankles apart further and pulled the tight dress up above her bottom. The suspenders snarled up around her waist and held the dress fabric in place revealing her legs. Henry snatched at the flimsy lace of her knickers and tore them down her thighs. Still without a word, he began to part the cheeks of her bottom and feel for the tender opening inside. Sarah could feel herself becoming hot and her flushing cheeks, both top and bottom, gave away her state of arousal. Henry's firm fingers thrust their way into her already moistening cunt as she felt his warm breath on her neck. His breathing was heavy and deliberate, his stubble grazed the skin of her nape, shoulder, then collar-bone as his face came to meet hers. He lay three gentle but definite kisses on her cheek and let go of her hands. Sarah placed her palms against the wall to steady herself as her feet faltered again as a consequence of the the assault on her senses. Pulling his fingers sharply from her hot wet cunt, Henry plunged one digit fully into her unprepared arsehole. Drawing in a gasp, Sarah felt his finger invade her most intimate and personal of spaces so roughly that she could barely stifle a grunt. But she knew this was not ladylike and so demurred. Two hands began to part her arse cheeks and then stopped as she heard the unmistakeable 'zzziiipp' as he lowered his flies.
Sarah could only visualise in her mind the profoundly beautiful sight of Henry's thick but handsome cock springing out of the golden hair between his muscular thighs. It was a breathtaking image - one which made her gush a little from her delicious cunt. She felt a trickle of wet down her own leg. A trickle which was not lost on Henry.
