She has been waiting. Waiting for this. Waiting for him. The anticipation that is always with her building...Her skin is electrified, she can’t keep from panting. Blindfolded and bound with hands behind her back....waiting.
She sits on a stool, all sides of her exposed, every nerve sparking, anticipating, waiting.
She can here him setting out things on the table, she doesn’t know what, and that makes her heart pump a little harder, breath coming a little faster.
Bottom lip between her teeth, she hears movement, he’s coming for her. She cocks her head towards him, like that will help her hear him better.
“No moving Goddess” his voice washes over her. A calming glide, centering her, sending shivers from head to toe. “Yes Sir” she gasps.
Keeping her head facing forward, she revels in the heat coming off him as he stands behind her. Her legs are spread, arms tight behind her back, pushing her chest out. When will he touch her, anticipation making her shake, waiting for it, for him.
She feels it then....his large, gentle hand sweeping her hair to the side, his lips placing a sweet kiss on her neck. Goosebumps explode, nipples tight, just that featherlight touch has her gasping and clenching.
His kisses climbs higher her neck, her chin. His other arm wraps around just underneath her breasts. Feeling cherished with so much of him wrapped around her, holding her safe and close. He guides her head to the side sharing an intense fiery kiss filled with all their combined passion.
Still kissing, he brings both hands to each breast. Her perky breasts filling his hands just perfectly. He firmly pinched each nipple, having her gasping in their kiss. He ends the kiss with a peck and nip to her lip, one last tug on her nipples, and steps away.
Trembling and shuddering from the brief contact, she almost wants to cry. But she doesn’t. He’s not leaving her, no, she knows what he wants. Oh how he will worship her, but first..... he’ll make her wait, make her beg.
Chin up, tight nipples on fire, pussy quivering and weeping for him, she’s waiting again.... the sweetest torture and most delicious pain.... the waiting... Wicked Sir, Caring Sir, Commanding Sir, Sweet Sir, Her Sir.
To be Continued....
