She sat serenely in the large, overstuffed chair, with her feet tucked up under her body. She hummed softly to herself. The surrounding room was bright with the warm, late afternoon sunshine. To an outsider, she would appear to be totally wrapped up in the crossword puzzle book in her lap. An occasional frown would cross her face, and she would tap the pencil lightly as if stumped by one of the clues. Her large green eyes were drawn to the antique grandfather clock across the room, each time it’s chimes tolled the hour or the half hour.
“He’ll be back soon,” whipped through her conscious mind as the clock mockingly told her it was now four pm.
A tremor ran over her as this thought sunk in, and she bit her bottom lip softly, remembering His disappointment in her this morning. God! She could take most anything, but that. She closed her eyes, feeling fresh hot tears building behind her lids. The way He had looked at her. Then He had shaken His head negatively, turned His back to her, and walked away.
She lowered her head, the soft silkiness of her thick hair falling forward to hide her face, as the tears begin to slip out, sliding down her cheeks in twin rivulets. Her mind wandered back to that morning, the pictures running like a movie….
He had awakened her earlier than usual, by His large hand pushing between her thighs, cupping her pussy, and His warm tongue tracing her ear, dipping slowly into the small canal.
Seeing her eyes flutter, He said “Up and at em girl, go use the restroom, and get your sexy ass back here ASAP.”
While she relieved herself, and washed her hands, she could hear Him moving about the bedroom. She was curious as to just what He had in mind and tried hard to listen to the noises above the running water. She silently fussed at herself, for closing the door to the bathroom. But this was a privacy He allowed, and she loved it. She knew, from some of her sub sisters, that many Master’s did not, demanding that the door remain open. Her hand was on the knob, beginning to turn it when He knocked, causing her to jump, her heart to pound inside her chest.
“I I’m coming Sir,” she stuttered as she pulled the door inwards.
He stood on the other side, a slight smile playing along His lips as He looked down at her.
“I thought perhaps you had gone back to sleep on the toilet, sweet thang,” He chided her, reaching out to grasp her hand in His.
Not waiting on an answer, He drew her back into the bedroom towards the bed. Stopping at the foot, He turned and slid His arms around her, pulling her into His body while lowering His head to kiss her luscious lips. She responded by her own arms raising, circling His neck, her body stretching slowly against His, tilting her head back and meeting His soft, yet demanding kiss.
His large, work calloused hands roamed her body as their kiss deepened, settling on the firm, roundness of her ass cheeks. He thrust His tongue deeper inside her mouth as He maneuvered His thigh forward, parting her legs and guiding her pussy lips against the smooth suppleness of the leather pants He wore. She sucked at His tongue hungrily, her breathing increasing as she ground forward against him. As her nails slid over His broad shoulders and teasingly down His spine, she was rewarded with a moan of pleasure as He pulled back, looking into her wide green eyes.
His dark eyes crinkled into a smile, “You know I love it when you’re hungry in the morning, sweetie, but not so fast. Up on the bed, on your back, now.” He emphasized His words by a quick, stinging spank to her left ass cheek, smiling bigger as she squealed, releasing Him and turning towards the bed.
He placed a restraining hand on the small of her back as she was climbing onto the high bed. He ran his fingers over the pink outline of His hand print becoming evident on the creamy skin of her ass cheek. She bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes momentarily as the stinging that had begun to abate renewed, rolling up her spine. He pressed His palm flat against the redness, delighting in the heat that rose from it. She remained still, in the uncomfortable position of half on and half off the bed, knowing how much He loved marking “His” ass. Her muscles tightened as He raised His hand, steeling herself against the matching spank to her right ass cheek. The quick pop resounded into the room, and she moaned lowly, all her resolve to not do so flying out the window.
She heard His low chuckle at her moan, and the following tremor that coursed through her body. He briskly rubbed each cheek, then leaned over her, flicking her ear lobe once with His tongue and whispered huskily, “Now come on baby, up in the center of the bed.”
“Yes, Master,” she answered, whispering as well, continuing her motion of crawling onto the bed as He raised His body from hers. As she made the center of the big bed, she turned to her back, and lay pencil straight, arms and legs at her sides.
He came along the right side of the bed, His eyes taking in her nakedness. Stretching His arm out, He let His fingers begin at her wrist, drawing them slowly up her arm, along her shoulder, and back down to where He had begun. Circling her wrist with His hand, He pulled her arm up straight over her head. She heard the clink of the chains as His other hand opened the cuff, and secured her arm. She blinked her eyes rapidly, and followed Him as He made His was around the foot of the bed, and up the left side. Her eyes widened slowly as she noticed the chains on the posters at the foot for the first time. He repeated His actions of securing her left arm, and looked down into her eyes. A hot finger of desire begin to make it’s way through her body at the look of lust and yearning in His eyes.
He ran His thumb over her lips, caressing them gently. She closed her eyes once more, pursing her lips and lightly kissing the pad of His thumb. Turning His hand slightly, He barely inserted the tip of His forefinger between her lips.
“Suck my sweet one, get my finger nice and wet.”
She obeyed immediately, closing her lips around His finger, sucking it deeper and rolling her tongue around it. He popped it from her mouth, and drew the digit down over her chin, her throat, down the center of her chest, leaving a thin trail of wetness, and slowly circled one nipple. She arched her back slowly, raising her breasts, and gasped as He avoided directly touching her hardening bud. Beginning to run His thick finger further down her belly, He surprised her by quickly reaching up and squeezing the nipple, once, firmly.
She closed her eyes, her body writhing as His hand continued to move lower. Quick, hot fingers of desire were beginning to radiate through her, and she bucked her hips forward. Her knees raised slightly as she squeezed her thighs together against the pinpointed volley of pulses that shot up her spine, causing her to gasp.
His hands moved between her thighs, parting them. “No, I don’t think so, and look at me!” He commanded.
Her eyes flew open, searching for and meeting His.
