Welcome home handsome.
I'm just finishing up in the shower when I hear your keys in the door. I smile.
My handsome is home.
I step out of the shower, and quickly dry my hair, but not too much. I know you like it when it's wet. I put on the robe you gave me, the really short one, but nothing else. I take a deep breath, and give the butterflies in my stomach a minute to settle, before I walk into the bedroom.
'Hello mister.'
You smile at me. I can see you're tired from work, but I can also see that glint in your eye. The one that tells me you're not too tired to remind me that, shortly, I'm going to have to be a very good girl for you.
'Hello missy. Come here.'
I walk over to you, slowly, nervously, feeling myself starting to tingle. Already, I'm getting wet for you.
'Kiss me.'
I lean forward and kiss you, softly at first, knowing that the smell of my shampoo and the fact that you can see the swell of my breast against the robe you chose so carefully for me is having the right sort of effect on you. I press against you, feeling your cock pressing against my thighs.
I kiss you harder, and moan a little.
You push me back. 'What about dinner?'
'I've got your dinner ready, handsome. I'm a good missy, remember?'
'I remember.' You kiss my neck. 'Prove it.'
'Yes handsome.'
I step back from you, and untie my robe. My hair has fallen down around my shoulders. I slide my robe down, slowly revealing one breast at a time, before letting it fall to the ground.
I feel your eyes on me. I look up to meet your gaze, hungry and demanding, but tortuously patient.
You love to tease me. You smile. In that moment, I lose myself. You drop your gaze and slowly move your eyes down my body. You can see that I'm cold from my shower, but you like that. The heat of your stare begins to warm me as I blush. You like that I'm shy. It reminds you of just how much power you can have over me. Your eyes move back to my breasts, before again meeting my eyes.
'Touch them.' 'Yes handsome.'
'Good girl.'
There it is. Just those two words and I moan a little, helpless because of how much I want to please you.
I slide my hands up and cup my breasts. I can hardly cup them, even individually, but I push them together and hold them with one hand, leaving the other hand free, because I know what's coming next. Or at least, I hope I do.
'Uh uh uh. Both hands.'
Your wicked smile. I do exactly as you say.
'Squeeze them. Pinch them.' 'Yes handsome.'