Her phone buzzed to let her know he was on his way, and suddenly there was a wave of heat rushing through her body in anticipation.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so distracted.
There were some things she could do to get ready, and plenty of time had been spent on them already. Her make-up was carefully applied, and her closet had been raided for the right outfit: a cute white cardigan and a mid-length skirt. Sluttier outfits had been discarded knowing what her role was tonight. He would find an innocent girl waiting for his touch, his training, his pleasure.
But she felt the instinct to plan for the sex. She knew she shouldn't, that she should let her thoughts and distractions fade away to become his submissive, but she'd spent so many afternoons getting ready for when her own men knelt down before her and waited for her to reveal how they could serve.
This was something different. It was thrilling not to know, but the wait was killing her.
His instructions had been simple. He was to be totally in charge as soon as he walked through the door, and she was to lay out all the toys he was allowed to use on the coffee table before he arrives.
It was quite an arrangement. A dildo and wand massager were front and centre, joined by a sleek black butt plug, lube, ropes, felt cuffs and a blindfold.
Satisfied with the display, she unlocked her front door, placed two wine glasses on the kitchen counter, uncorked a bottle of red and pulled up a stool to wait for him to come claim his prize.
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He entered quietly and she let him come find her. Just the noise of his coat being hung in the closet and his footsteps down the hall made her pussy wet and she shifted on her stool.
Finally he was there. Tall with dark brown hair, and probing blue eyes. He was still dressed for work with a crisp collared shirt and black dress pants that she wanted to rip off of him but she didn't get to make that choice today.
Instead, she looked up meekly and he bit his lip back at her.
"I thought we could start with a glass of wine," she cooed, then added "sir" after a moment's hesitation.
"What's the first rule?" he asked with a playful smile.
"You get to make all the decisions Sir" she replied, adding extra emphasis to the Sir as she tried to feel out the submissive role.
"Good."
His hand reached out for hers and pulled her out of the stool and onto her feet. As she stepped forward, he got behind her and guided her forward into the wall, right hand reaching up to gently press her head against the wall, left cheek up against the plaster.
'Oh fuck, hes really going for it' she thought, heart racing. It was exhilarating having this lusty man behind her with full access to anything he wanted. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was studying her body, thinking of how best to exploit it.
Her pussy was already soaked.
Her new dom took his time, slowly feeling her body with his left hand, tracing down her neck and across her back. A slight tug back while his other hand kept her face against the wall gave him access to feel her breasts and she gasped as he leaned in to feel them and she felt his cock against her ass. He was huge and already hard and on another day she would have tied him up on the spot and made it her toy.
Instead, she tried to keep still and please him, even when he took his hand off the back of her head and bent down to taste her neck and kiss her ear. Even when his firm hands slid down to hold her ass and spread her legs.
A finger found her pussy over her panties and she moaned. He lifted up her dress and spanked her twice in exchange.
"Thank you Sir"
The hands came back and pulled off her wet panties. Fingers found her clit and she had to bite her tongue not to scream. Less than five minutes since she'd heard those footsteps in the hall and she was already desperate for his cock inside her.
But he let go and stepped away, telling her to stay still with her ass out and pussy dripping on the floor.
She heard the clink of the wine bottle and the trickle of wine being poured, then more footsteps. Was he somewhere in her house watching her and admiring the view? She hoped so. Being his slut was exciting.
He came back quickly, bent her down with her ass up even higher and before she could think there were cold, lubricated fingers tracing the edge of her asshole.
"Oh SIR" she moaned, not caring about being innocent anymore, she just wanted to be his.