He looked at her and smiled. She was naked and kneeling. Her head was bowed but her back was straight and her breasts were thrust forward. She was clasping her hands in front of her; her thighs were slightly parted. Her bare bottom rested on the soles of her bare feet. She was quiet and waiting . . . .waiting for his command. For a moment he just looked at her. She was so very beautiful that he could already feel a slight ache of desire beginning to throb within his body. She sat in a pool of sunlight that shone in through the window. He loved seeing the way the light touched her body . . . exposing her to his gaze in some places . . .casting intriguing shadows on other areas. It was a fitting metaphor for their relationship. In many ways, she had opened herself to him and let him see inside, but there were still places where the shadows lingered. He felt as if he was on a voyage of discovery and that gradually . . . as the trust was built . . . she was allowing him to explore those uncharted places. It was a journey that never ceased to thrill him.
Each time they discovered a new fantasy, a new desire, of hers he would gently push her so that they could both find out how far she wanted to go. The first spanking, for instance, had consisted solely of a few swats on her raised ass as she had sucked on him. But the way she had moaned and moved her hips had let him know that this was an area to be explored further. When the time came that he had told her to pull down her pants and bend over to hold onto the desk , he had noticed the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. As he had methodically reddened her ass, she had moaned and her legs had begun to tremble as she simultaneously braced herself for the next blow and pushed her hips back to receive it. When he had finished, he had only to slide his fingers up along the inside of her wet thigh and brush her clit with his thumb to send her over the edge. She had screamed and came so hard that her knees had finally buckled and he had held her in his arms as the tremors passed repeatedly through her and then gradually diminished.
Savoring the memory of that, and other experiences, he could feel himself swelling with desire. He looked at her breasts and noticed that her nipples were stiff. It made him think of the time he had carefully placed the clamps on them and the way they had become so red under the pressure. She had watched him with eyes that reflected apprehension as well as arousal, but she had not protested and seeing the trust she placed in him had made him want to pleasure her all the more. After slowly teasing her a while, he had removed the clamps and as the pain of the blood rushing back into the tender flesh had begun to hit her, he had used his tongue between her legs to add pleasure to the mix of sensations that were sweeping through her. Again, she had screamed and given herself over to him. Later, they lay in each other’s arms, and quietly discussed how another shadow had been chased away.
He never tired of exploring her . . . of seeing her become aroused . . . of watching the pleasure take possession of her body . . . of the way she trusted him. She seemed somehow to draw strength from the act of submitting to him. It freed her to surrender to her deepest desires and give herself over to the ecstasy. He realized that she was giving herself to him as well and he respected her gift as the treasure that it was. It was never something to be taken for granted or to be used solely for his own selfish gratification. But just as her submission allowed her the freedom to enjoy being in his control, it freed him to take and thoroughly enjoy her. The power that came from dominating her sparked an excitement in him that could sometimes be temporarily quelled, but never fully quenched.
He felt that excitement rising in him now as he walked to stand in front of her. Her head was level with his crotch, but she continued to look down and remain still. He leaned over slightly and touched her chin with his fingers, gently raising her head so that she could look at him. The beauty of her face took him by surprise as it always did and he was amazed yet again that she had chosen to submit herself to him. The look in her eyes was one of eager anticipation. She seemed to understand his need and was silently telling him that she wanted to satisfy it. In a voice that was quickly becoming thick with desire, he said, “Undo my pants.” Without hesitation, she put her delicate fingers to the task of loosening his belt, unsnapping his pants, and drawing down the zipper over the bulge that was pushing against it. Watching her closely and breathing deeply, he nodded in answer to her unspoken question and she placed her hands on his hips and pushed his loosened pants down, taking the underwear with them, until his cock . . . hard and swollen . . . was freed from its confines.
Taking a deep breath, he told her, “You are to do nothing until I tell you to, then you are to do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?” She pulled her eyes from his erection to look at him and nodded. “You are not to touch me or touch yourself until I give you permission. I want you to remain where you are and to watch.” He could see the question in her eyes, but he did not explain any further. Instead, he very deliberately took his cock in his own hand and began to slowly stroke it. Immediately the question turned into arousal as she focused on what he was doing. They had recently discussed her fantasy of watching him masturbate. It was something he had never done before, but she had become so excited when they had talked about it that he had decided to do it for her.
