Found myself writing last night when I should have been sleeping. 😜 This is a first for me. Excuse the editing, it’s rough. I have never written anything before, but I very much enjoyed it! I hope you like it. 💕
The alarm rang too early, or too late, however I wanted to look at it. Slipping from my warm blankets I was met by a cold floor beneath my toes. What I wouldn’t give to crawl back into bed. My eyes dart across to your side making sure I haven’t disturbed you. What I wouldn’t give to wake you how you taught me, my hands find their familiar place behind my back just thinking about it. My tongue can’t help but pass my lips, my teeth find my bottom lip with the memory of last night. I reach up and brush my cheek, I can almost feel the tears that finally broke free and then flowed as if they had always been there. Morphing from hurt..... to healing..... to bliss. I hear myself shudder into my sigh as I take you in. The comforter has slipped down past your flat stomach flashing images of what’s mine below. Your arm is propped up below your head, mmmm. That’s my favorite. Those strong arms. I can’t decide what I love most about those arms. My eyes close as my mind wanders to the anticipation of what is to come, a familiar sound makes my breath hitch, the power behind it thrusting my body forward, and then it comes... a stinging warmth starts to spread as your deep voice fills my ears. Their strength gives me no wiggle room, I will go where and how you command as I come undone beneath you. Then they blanket me and I know I’m safe, there are no more monsters coming for me. They are my salvation.... my unraveling. Pain and love in one. I shift as I feel familiar wetness starts to bloom between my legs. Sigh... time to open my eyes and face the reality of another day. Holding my breath waiting for you to stir. I almost wish you would, but the steady rise and fall of your chest tell me you are still asleep. A familiar door closes around me. It’s in the air, but my body feels it as I shut off what I know I want, what I think I need. I have become well aquatinted with this door, I know I’m getting too good at closing it. There is no time today, most days lately. Such is life, I guess. Before I know it, my feet are paddling their way to the bathroom. The mundane buzz of checklists in my head settles into their familiar seat.
I’m distracted, life is busy. I wish I could go back. Before kids and responsibilities, before work and insecurities. How did this happen? When did my thoughts not become my own? They are so scattered and overwhelming. Even last night I found myself holding back, punishing myself for the tapes that play in my head. I walk into the shower not remembering when I turned it on. This seems to be normal now. Maybe I need just a little distraction. My eyes dart to the door and my heart starts to race. He is still asleep, right? I have at least 30 minutes until your alarm goes off. Weighing out my options I snicker already know I’m committed. I hear his soothing voice in my head, “Whose pussy is this?” Smiling I whisper, “It’s your pussy, Sir....” The thought of being caught has my ass tingling. My lips between my teeth bite back a moan as my hands grab and massage my breasts. I slowly sink one hand down my stomach and immediately part my lips to find a very different kind of wet. I am drenched as one finger circles my clit and the other lightly pinch my nipple. My back instinctually leans back onto the cold tile igniting another gasp and I need both hands. My foot raises to the bench and I have full access. Mmmmm. Yes, please. I’m trying so hard to keep my eyes trained on the door, but as soon as my fingers find their way up my tight pussy my head falls back and I am lost. I can’t stop now, my movements are frantic as I fuck myself, pretending it’s your cock, these are your hands, you are pinching my clit... fuck yes. One more flick and I’m there...
I gasp as a hand grabs my wrist and twists behind my back as I am spun facing the wall and before I can catch my breath a new inferno begins to build. The blows are fast and furious. Unrelenting. There is not an inch of my ass left unbranded by your discipline. I try to remain still, but my feet start dancing unable to keep from moving. The heat of the water and my ass has me gulping for air.
Suddenly, I'm filled with an emotion I didn’t know I had, I’m angry. I just wanted a damn orgasm, nothing is right. Fuck this. My free hand smacks the wall, “Stop! Please! I get it!”
Wrong. Words. The minute they leave my mouth I regret them.
You respond silently by reaching up and grabbing my hand and securing it with the other one behind my back. Damn.
Tears of frustration pool and are now streaming down my cheeks as I cry out. You respond by holding me tighter, moving the assault to the backs of her thighs. Regret... I regret everything. What is wrong with me?
“Please, Sir!” I am a mess, my body is on fire, I don’t know if I’m speaking coherent sentences but in the back of my mind I hear my voice. “I’m so sorry... I’m so very sorry!”
Then it stops.
“Whose pussy is this?” you ask as your hand comes down one more time.
Between sobs, I can only find, “Yours Sir, it’s yours.”
Your body leans into mine and I am covered, your cock standing hard cradled between my burning ass cheeks. Oh god... yes, please. This. I want this....
Once again I am turned around and I’m instantly aware of the fact this is not going to be the happy ending shower that I need. I don’t even know now what I need anymore. I can’t seem to breath. I’m afraid to look and see the disappointment in your eyes. My eyes find yours through wet lashes, tears still overflowing blending with the water from the showerhead. Your hand finds my chin and you kiss me. It’s slow and gentle at first and then your tongue finds its way into my mouth and I don’t fight it. I know what you want, even in this kiss I am following your lead, your pace, your passion. Your eyes never leave mine as your hand cups my mound. Every last bit of control I have is gone... my clit is throbbing so hard I’m afraid it might burst.
“I’m so sorry Sir, I don’t know what is wrong with me,” I say as my legs start trembling. I can’t last much longer, can I?
Your eyes are contemplative. Hungry. They make their way down my breasts to your hand and back up and I know I’m blushing. You let me go and stand back. My heart is empty, I feel a little sick to my stomach. I want to ask but I’m already late and I’ve done enough to fuck up the day. The silence stretches and I can’t even look at you. I know you are disappointed. I know better. My head is spinning as I grab the towel and walk away. You dry off and leave the room without a word.
Breath. Breath. Telling myself isn’t working. I am not saying nice things to the girl staring back at me in the mirror. I just want to feel like myself again, but I don’t know where to start. Come on, get it together. Squeezing my eyes closed I trying to focus and open them to see your reflection standing behind me. When did you get there? You hand me my phone.
Leaning down you speak with command, daring me to say no. My body trembles as your voice reaches my ear. “Call in sick. Today, all day, you are mine... do you understand?” you command.
“Yes Sir.” I do what I am asked.
Biting my lip I speak into the pause between us.
“Don’t you have a meeting today?” I ask, but the guilt behind it makes it a whisper.
As you walk toward me I take in the beauty of your body, so solid, unyielding. Your fingers trace my jaw and down to my collar bone barely caressing me. “I canceled it yesterday, I had a feeling...”
The corners of your lips are raised and I feel myself breath. You take my hand and lead me to our bed.... Warm. My whole body is warm. I’m left where you placed me. I do not move. I feel beautiful, bound in my obedience. I sigh, relishing the silence in my head. The crazy calm over my body. The soft buzz between my legs. You knew. You know me. I’m safe. I’m loved.
My hungry eyes hunt you down as you walk across the room and set your bag on the bed.
“Are you ready kitten?” Sends chills up my body.
“Yes, please Sir.....”
