I groan as the alarm punctures my sound sleep. I hate waking up, but rush across the dark room to turn it off. I know my room is soundproof, yet I do not want to risk waking Sir before it's time. I stretch my arms up feeling the delicious tightness in my muscles from the night before and allow myself a small smile.
I know every inch of this room so I don't bother turning on the light yet. I find my spot near the door of the bed and sit cross-legged on the floor. Closing my eyes I relax and focus on slow, deep breaths. I let the memories from last night drift through my mind.
Sir had been more demanding than usual. His voice had cracked like a whip over me as he commanded. "Kneel." " Suck." "Couch." " Arms up." "Spread." But, oh, the joy in his voice as I obeyed every order instantly as he had taught me… "Very good." " Just like that." "So beautiful."
I feel my body warm as I remember the feather light caresses across my face and shoulders just before the slap across my chest. The bite of the leather as the cuffs were tightened. The ache as his fingers demanded my orgasms but his mouth told me "no".
I feel the rug beneath me begin to dampen. Time to get moving. I open my eyes and look at the clock. 5:36. I smile, pleased that I am so close to Sir's time limit. I begin to stretch out the stiffness in my well used body so I can start the day. Arms, legs, back, neck.
Another glance at the clock. 5:45. I quietly open my door and pad down the hall to the kitchen. I turn on the recessed lighting over the sink and find Sir's favorite coffee mug. I get his favorite coffee started in the machine before sneaking back to my room.
Quickly I make the bed being sure that there are no wrinkles and the sheets are tucked in tight. One last glance at the clock. 5:55. I grab the knee high stiletto boots sitting just inside the closet before making my way quietly back to the kitchen. Sir’s coffee is ready so the day is just waiting on me. I step into the boots and lace them tight.
Just as the digital clock on Sir’s nightstand reads 5:59 I open his door. Careful to not make a sound on the hardwood floor I set his coffee beside the clock. Sir lay on the other side of his king size bed still asleep. Without delay I climb up and kneel beside him. With my head down, knees as far apart as I can make them without sitting on the bed and hands laid along my thighs I know I am ready.
“Sir, I am ready.” I say into the dark room. His eyes do not open. Without warning his hand reaches between my legs. His fingers dig into my pussy lips hard and he pulls. I bite down on a gasp even though I know he heard my breathing hitch.
“How are you ready?” He growls at me. His hard eyes stare at me.
“I am as you have asked me to be Sir.” I answer softly. His grip loosens a little as his eyes roam down my nude body. He notices the boots and raises an eyebrow. “For you Sir. Always.” I say. I notice a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. A smile? My body warms.
“You are wet for me.” He states as his grip loosens enough to allow one finger to slide between my folds. My breathing hitches again but I make no move.
“Always for you Sir.” My soft voice replies. His other hand reaches over his body and grabs my hair as it flows over my shoulder.
“Suck me.” He orders as his fist in my hair yanks my head toward his cock. I don’t answer, just do as he demands. I hear his breathing hitch as I take the head into my mouth, but I don’t stop there. I suck him all in and delight in feeling him begin to harden for me. As his right hand explores my pussy, his left lets go of my hair only to find a better grip on a fist full at the nape of my neck. I can feel my pleasure building as his fingers continue to tease my pussy and his cock becomes fully erect under the ministrations of my lips and tongue.
“Position!” He barks as he rips my head away and shoves it toward the bed beside him. I go with the momentum. My face plants into the blanket that he rarely uses. I wrap my arms behind my back, hand to elbow, while raising my ass into the air and adjusting my knees to keep me up. He’s up and behind me now. Although I don’t know what’s coming, the anticipation has me nearly dripping.
