The window was open and a soft summer breeze riffled lightly through his hair as he lay there with his hands behind his head thinking of her. She was at work. God, he hated them being on opposite shifts!
She had been his for about 2 months now. He knew that she loved him and that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He could feel, though, that something was wrong... something that she couldn't tell him... something from her past. He knew there was a reason behind some of her limits in their lovemaking, but he just couldn't put a finger on it. It was a long time before she could even call him Master. One day, it had just slipped out and surprised even her. Yesterday, he had quietly approached her with his feelings.
At first, she was reluctant to talk about it... he could tell that it hurt her to remember. He couldn't demand her trust. It had to be given willingly. After some gentle coaxing, she finally realized that she could trust him enough to risk letting him see into her innermost being. She knew that he loved her for more than just sex and she longed to return that love to him. This level of trust was a huge step for her.
In discovering her subness, she had learned that a bond had been created between them like no other she had ever experienced. He was actually working at it!! No one else had ever done that!! He was really concerned about her feelings and well-being!! As she started to tell her story, he listened in stunned silence.
The things she had revealed were difficult to absorb, but once she had started, she couldn't stop until it was all out. Now he could understand her fear of the complete trust that this relationship would need. He was amazed at her ability to survive all the abuse and betrayal she had taken from those she was supposed to be able to trust the most. He saw that she had always had to be in tight control of her life to survive physically, mentally, and emotionally. And now, he was asking her to give up that control.
No wonder she was tired of the constant battle and longed for him to take over... give her some peace. He had to show her that he was worthy of such complete trust. "How?" he thought. "How can I show her that my love is true, no matter what?" It would be easier now that she had let him into her life.
Anxiously, he waited for her return, knowing that what he had planned for tonight would also be a test of his ability as a Dom. "Oh, God," he prayed. "Let me do it right! I don't want to lose her!"
So deep in thought, he hadn't noticed her arrival until he heard, "Hi, Honey! I'm home!" come from the bedroom doorway. "My! You were a long way off! What was my Master thinking of?" she leaned over and gave him a deep, sensuous, I-missed-you kiss. "I was just thinking of how much I miss you when you're gone, my pet. "Come! Lie down here beside me!" She curled up in his warm, protective, strong arms, feeling his love for her.
He kissed her softly... her lips... eyes... nose... ears... her neck... he could feel her shiver as he kissed her neck! One by one, the buttons of her blouse gave way under his expert fingers. He kept kissing his way down, stopping to suck her breasts right through her bra. In one fluid motion, he had the blouse off her shoulders and the hooks of her bra undone, freeing the luscious mounds that had had him hooked right from the start. He was aware of her pulse increasing.
Paying homage to those lovely tits with his mouth, his hands were busy undoing her wraparound skirt. "Sure glad she wore THAT today!! Don't want to have to get up to take it off. " The skirt fell free and his eyes bulged in surprise!! "Oh, my pet! You wore the stockings and garter for me!"
"Yes, my Love, just for you!" she started to rise to remove them. "No. Leave them on for your Master!" he commanded. His hands roamed over her legs and hips, the texture of the nylon exciting him. It tickled her and sent little jolts of pleasure coursing through her. He lowered his head and kissed her clit, giving it a little flick with his tongue. "Mmmmmmm... " she moaned, feeling his tongue entering her canal. "Oh, Master!" she sighed and was quiet again. He turned back to her breasts, letting his now hard cock tantalize her pussy. After sucking each one till the nipple was hard, he reached over and picked up the nipple clamps he had purchased for her to try. "Uhhhhh... yeeessss... Master!" "Don't you cum yet, my darling sub!" he ordered her. "I am not nearly finished with you yet!"
"Get on your knees here by the bed, sub!" He sat at the edge of the bed with his cock pointed toward her mouth. "Suck you Master's cock!" He could sense the hesitation in her as she thought, "Not again!" but she obeyed. She wanted to please him, but was so afraid the taste would make her throw up again and he would be angry with her. She had been forced to do that when she was a child. It was the one thing that she could never seem to get past. Her tongue licked up and down his hot shaft and just under the edge of the head.
"Ohhhhh!" he groaned. "You do that soooo well, my little slut!" Slowly, she took his head into her mouth. He could feel it pop past her lips. Oh, that lovely warm feeling!! He pulled out her combs and wrapped his hands in her long, soft dark brown hair, pulling her further down on him.
"Just enough to test her and show her that I am in control, but not so hard that she can't break free if she has to. "
