She stood in the bedroom waiting for him. She could feel her body trembling slightly, her anticipation building as she waited. Her arms outstretched, the blindfold eliminating any hope of her seeing what he had in store for her. All she had was his voice. His voice, low and soft, always so controlled and steady. He was deliberate in his method, slow in his approach, his calm always so hard for her to withstand. She didn’t dare move. He had told her to keep her legs wide and her head bowed. She didn’t dare disobey his command, even as she could feel her body shaking as he spoke of what he had in store for her. She could feel her wetness between her legs. She yearned for his touch but didn’t dare ask him to, that would only prolong his withholding of it. She could hear his voice coming closer, his voice right against her ear. Her chest rising and falling faster as he kissed her ear lobe, his mouth right against her ear. “Good girl”, her favorite words, filled the air. His hand taking her hair, their session beginning, her mind quieting as everything slipped away. Only the sound of his voice was her focus.
~M