Grey used her key to unlock the door to Robert's apartment and let herself in. She closed the door behind her and hung her purse from the door handle, then slipped off her open-toed heels, enjoying the cool tile against her bare feet.
Reaching behind her, she unzipped her pale blue dress and gracefully slipped out of it. There were hangers in his closet set aside for her clothes; he preferred her to be nude in his apartment except under rare circumstances. Even without that rule, she
wanted
to be naked for their first meeting each day, to see the need in his brown eyes as his gaze traveled slowly over her body. Even the thought of it made her wet.
The padded white bra was next. The padding was necessary to hide the outline of her barbell nipple piercings and to protect them as they continued to heal. After two weeks, her nipples no longer throbbed all day long but were tender to the touch. They thickened and hardened as the bra came off, eager to be stroked despite the soreness.
The blue, barely-there g-string was stripped off and it joined the bra on a second hanger in the closet. She lowered her hand and ran her fingertips over her mound and the outside of her slit, checking for any stubble she might have missed the previous night in the shower. But her shaving job had been perfect, as she had promised him after he'd spanked her for forgetting.
She took a moment to savour the sexy, uninhibited feeling of being naked in his apartment.
There was no sign of Robert but that wasn't unusual - he was an early riser and often did morning workouts in the gym in the basement of the apartment building.
Grey stepped to the kitchenette and busied herself with the coffee - grinding the beans as he had shown her and getting the coffee brewing. As part-owner of a chain of coffee shops, Robert was a man who took his coffee seriously!
As the coffee brewed she quickly washed a couple of dirty dishes that he'd left on the counter and checked the fridge to make sure he wasn't running low on cream, milk or eggs. She could always stop at the mini-grocer on the corner during her lunch hour if he needed more of anything. It made her feel good to help him out in ways he didn't ask or expect.
After another quick check that the counters were tidy, she found 'her spot' on the carpet just outside the tiled doorway. She knelt with her knees wide, taking a few moments to settle into the posture that was now both familiar and oddly comforting. She straightened her back and crossed her wrists behind her.
Naked and in position at last, she closed her eyes and took a deep, relaxing breath. The solitude of the empty apartment allowed the thought of Robert's impending return to become her sole focus. She felt the stress of the early-morning commute fade, and the anxiety of the upcoming day at work slowly retreat. All that mattered was that she was there, in
his
place, for
him
.
It might have been five minutes before she heard his key in the door and opened her eyes. She thrust her breasts out eagerly, wanting his first look at her to be the best she could give him.
The door swung open and he stepped into the apartment. His attention immediately came to rest on her prone body and his eyes reflected warmth and happiness, but most of all a naked, masculine hunger. She thrilled to that look and to the certainty that
she
was the cause of it. Never before in her 29 years had a man looked at her with eyes like that; she'd developed a strong craving for it during the last few weeks. She was a different woman when he was near her.
He kicked off his sandals and stepped forward to stand over her. She felt his presence - powerful, reassuring and safe. It made her tingle to have him so close. Without a word he loosened the drawstring of his athletic shorts and slowly drew them down along with his briefs.
His beautiful cock was already semi-hard and she was close enough to scent it - sweat from his workout mixed with his familiar, sweet musk. Her heart beat faster and she licked her lips to wet them. She looked up at his face and they exchanged ravenous glances. She broke first.
"Please Sir?"
His eyes were intense. He nodded his assent.
She quickly leaned forward and took him in her mouth, running her tongue over his cock and enjoying the salty taste of him. He quickly swelled to full erection in her mouth. She'd tasted his cock frequently since he'd moved to Toronto and she knew exactly how he liked her tongue and her lips. She had only just started drawing out his gasps and groans when he stepped back, leaving her empty and unfulfilled.
"Oh, just a little longer?" she blushed as the words left her, humiliated by her exposed craving. Her need for him made notions of pride or propriety irrelevant. How had she reached this point in only a few weeks?
He pulled his shorts up and dropped into a crouch in front of her. He held her eyes with his own as his right hand found its way between her thighs. She widened her stance to give him better access, then gasped as his fingers found her dripping slit and began to tickle and caress the slippery, sensitive folds. At the same time, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her lips.
Her breathing turned to moaning as his fingers found her clit and made it their focus. His other hand went to her breast and he gently flicked his index finger against the pierced nipple, causing sharp pricks of pain that drove her arousal higher. She was close to begging for her climax when he broke contact and stood up.
"Open." he commanded She opened her mouth, ready for what was coming.
He slid the index and middle fingers of his right hand past her lips. They were slick and salty and the scent of her juices on them was strong. She eagerly licked and sucked, cleaning them, wishing they were his cock instead. The taste of her own juices had become familiar in the last two weeks.
He left her there immersed in heat and lust and he walked to the kitchenette. His incredible control - of her body and his own - continued to amaze and torment her.
He poured and mixed his coffee and hers and carried both mugs to the living room. He sat on the loveseat with his coffee and set hers down on a side table. Her hungry eyes followed him.
"Come and drink your coffee, kitten."
She rose and walked the few steps to the living room and sat on the carpet in front of the loveseat. He reached out and teased the side of her neck with a warm hand. She stroked his bare legs as she sipped her drink.
"I'll tell you about the Fifth Gate at supper tonight." he said.
For the last two weeks she'd eaten all her meals with Robert. She left home extra early in the morning to meet him for breakfast, rushed the two blocks from work to his apartment during her lunch hour and again after work to eat dinner with him. Grandmother needed her home by 7:30 to help with bedtime preparations so staying the night wasn't an option, but at least Robert had continued their evening chats online.
"I can't wait, Sir."
"You've sure changed your tone about the Gates."
"Because I already know that I'll agree to anything you ask. The fear is gone."
"I appreciate your devotion, kitten. I'll keep my fingers crossed."
"Why not give me
all
the Gates tonight? Just name them one after the other and we can get them checked off the list?"
