As he sipped his gin and tonic he realised he had mixed it too strong. A little dutch courage was a godsend on nights like this, but he had to keep his wits about him. He dragged his eyes away from the muted television to his watch. Fifteen minutes had passed. He thought a moment, and decided she could wait a little longer.
He sipped again and took a steady, calming breath. He was still nervous, despite everything. He wouldn't show it, that wouldn't be proper, but he was worried about an invisible line he might cross. They had spoken about it beforehand, he knew the hard limits, but there was still a voice in his head that asked
what if I go too far?
That was the voice of a younger him, skinny and spotty, who lit candles and played music for his first time making love. He had even called it that. Making love. He chuckled to himself at the thought. That was before he had ever fucked anyone. Back before words like dominant and submissive hadn't meant anything more than their dictionary definitions. Before anyone had looked up at him from their kneeling position and called themselves his dirty little cum slut. When pain and pleasure were two different concepts.
A lot had changed since then.
His mind wandered to his second first time. The first time he had realised that this was the way sex was supposed to be. That he had awoken something within himself that had lain dormant. It was now an inescapable truth that to be made to feel powerful was the truest form of sexual gratification. And it wasn't a glossy, pedestrian fantasy anymore, it was a grounded reality. She was waiting for him in the other room, almost certainly more nervous than him.
He took out his phone to scroll through the text messages she had been sending him throughout the day. She had started early, his phone had buzzed as soon he sat down at his desk.
'I can't stop thinking about your cock...' she had written. He had smiled to himself and started on his tasks for the day. As always, his silence just encouraged her to send more. She liked to tease him when he was unable to physically stop her doing so.
'Please Sir, can I come to your work and suck it?'
'You know how much I love it when you blow on my face.'
'Just thinking about it is making me so fucking wet.'
She certainly knew how to get under his skin. The next message an hour later had a photo of her in the mirror wearing red lingerie with the words 'I bought these the other day. I can't wait for you to get cum on them...'
So it had gone on throughout the day. It would have been fine if she had not decided to give him detailed, step by step descriptions of her pleasuring herself while he sat in a meeting with his supervisor. Admittedly, he had been foolish enough to put his phone on the table, but the constant stream of messages caused his boss to ask if he had somewhere better to be. He apologised, which he hated doing and proceeded to sit, teeth gritted, through a condescending lecture on taking his work more seriously. Nothing could be more antithetical to who he was than being treated like a child by his employer. His blood boiled and when he was sent back to his desk he began devising her punishment.
Twenty minutes had passed. Abandoning his drink, he got up and walked to the bedroom. The door creaked open and he closed it quietly behind him, stopping to survey her. She was on her knees on the bed, leaning against the headboard where her hands were cuffed. Her blindfold was still in place, but she had turned her head to face him when she heard the door creak all the same. The silken bonds he had used to immobilise her legs were dangling from the foot of the bd. For a moment he thought about grabbing her and tying her down again, but he reconsidered. The punishment was over. She had taken it very well. It was hard to tell where the skin of her buttocks ended and the red underwear began, he had spanked her so hard. Upon closer inspection he also saw a perfect rectangle of red around her lips where he had pulled the tape off.
Without speaking, he moved to the bed and settled in behind her, running his hands over marks he had left on her. She flinched at his touch though that did not deter him. His cum was drying on her back and legs where he had left his mark. Pulling out would have been very unsatisfying for her; he knew how much she enjoyed taking his load deep inside her. She made sure to tell him.
He watched her in silence, feeling the almost palpable sense of anticipation in the air. She wouldn't dare speak until he did.
"You were very bad today, weren't you?" he asked.
