The living room clock gently chimes the hour, she checks her watch. One hour to go... it's time to prepare.
She has already showered and washed her hair. She knows he expects the best, and that is what he will get.
She sits at the dressing table and begins to apply her make up. Minimal, subtle, just as he likes it. A fresh coat of the nail varnish follows. Pausing for a moment she looks in the mirror, a deep breath. She needs this, she craves this. It makes her feel at peace.
She stands, and starts to undress. The lingerie he picked out for her is laid in readiness on the bed. She slips into it slowly, carefully, adjusting the straps. Everything has to be just right. The shoes too are there ready, the heels she knows he loves her wearing.
She stands before the full length mirror, adjusting her hair, straightening each strap and smoothing the silk. She allows herself a small smile, she knows she looks good. A sudden electric charge runs up through her body. The excitment building.
She looks across at the bedroom clock, ten minutes, perfect. She scans the room quickly, everything is just right. Another deep breath and she steps out, slowly down the stairs and into the hallway.
She pauses for a moment, closes her eyes, and runs through his earlier instructions. Yes, she has everything in place.
Another smile as she stands facing the door, and then slowly sinks to her knees. Legs folded, back straight. Her head bowed, her eyes open, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
She places her hands palm down on her thighs just above her knees. And waits.
Just as the living room clock chimes the hour she hears the key sliding into the lock and her heart jumps. Of course he is exactly on time. Trying hard to keep her heart steady as she hears the door open and he walks in.
The door closes and he carefully places his bag on the floor. She hears his easy confident stride as he walks toward her. She is desperate to look up at him, but she knows the rules.
She can see his smart shoes as he stands before her. She slowly turns her hands, palm upwards, offering herself openly. He makes her wait just a little before be bends down and gently but firmly lifts her chin. She raises her head slowly and looks into his clear, pale blue eyes.
No words, one touch, one look. That's all it takes and she is his, entirely.
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