Just as I begin to wonder if I have displeased him, I feel his warm hand slide up my thigh and across my ass. A moment later and a smack rings out. I can feel the warmth in my right cheek while my insides quiver. Sir doesn’t warn me. He doesn’t talk. He shoves his cock into my pussy fast and deep where he holds for a moment. I can’t help the gasp that escapes my mouth.
“My pussy feels damn good this morning.” Sir mumbles. His left hand slides along my back until it can wrap hair around it.
“Thank you Sir” I voice into the bed. His grip tightens and he pounds into me.
“Don’t cum.” He orders as he takes his pleasure. I do my best to hold back the wave that wants to wash me away. Warmth splatters across my ass and down my back as he pulls out to cum. I don’t move.
“Higher” I obey raising my ass as high as I can without getting out of position. I shudder a little as I feel Sir’s tongue brush where his cock had just been.
“Now give it to me.” He rumbles into my pussy. His tongue presses inside and a finger finds my clit. The waves have permission to carry me away so I let them., His tongue devours my orgasm. I feel his weight leave the bed and then hear water run in the master bathroom. In a moment the light turns on. My muscles feel like mush while Sir cleans his happiness off of me
“Thank you Sir” I sigh contentedly. He leans over to toss the washcloth into a clothes hamper on the other side of the night stand. He pulls me onto my side on his way back.
“You are such a good girl. Come snuggle with me for a minute.” Sir leans himself back against the headboard holding one arm out for me to crawl into. I eagerly comply.
“Thank you Sir!” I glance at his clock. 6:25. I’ll need to start breakfast soon, but for now I enjoy Sir’s attention.
“Don’t look at that. Just be. I’ll let you know when it’s time.” Sir assures me as his arm pulls me closer. I close my eyes and let myself drift in contented bliss.
6:45 am
“Well?” Sir asks as he makes his way into the kitchen.
“Almost ready Sir” I answer as I flip the omelet onto the plate beside me. Sir already has a fresh cup of coffee and orange juice waiting for him on the small table. With a smile, I deliver the plate to his seat and stand back. He takes a small bite and chews thoughtfully.
“Well done. Come.” His smile lights me up. I love it when I get things right. Immediately I find the small mat and kneel beside his chair looking at his lap. As soon as I see his hand I open my mouth for my bite of the omelet. “Tell me about the plans for tonight.” He says calmly. My heart stutters momentarily and I hesitate to answer. Sir’s finger lifts my chin gently until my eyes are revealed to him.
“I-I-I have the 4 cheeses that you requested, crackers, some light fruit, that will be ready and waiting in your study when your guests arrive. I will have the honey garlic chicken cooking along with fresh asparagus and baked potatoes to be ready at 6pm. The wine that you requested was delivered to Marko’s yesterday evening, so I will pick that up this morning.” I breathe slowly to calm myself.
“Why do you hesitate?” He asks, his tone deeper, demanding my honesty.
“I know we have discussed this, but I am still nervous. These are not just any guests and I worry that I will fail you in some way.” I lower my gaze to the floor as I admit my fear.
“Look at me.” Sir’s voice is quiet, but impossible for me to ignore. “We have discussed this. I would not be presenting you to these friends if I thought you weren’t ready. You will make me proud tonight.” He offers me another bite of breakfast. Even though I am no longer hungry, I eat. He can see that I am still not 100% and allows me time to work through my nerves.
“Sir? What if I mess up?” I whisper as I look down at the floor again.
“Eyes, Layla.” I slowly look up at him. “It doesn’t matter if things are not perfect. You will not fail me where it counts, and I know that without a doubt. You have not failed me in weeks. You have learned and performed flawlessly. That’s why I know you are ready.” Sir explains as he scoots his chair back from the table. He holds his arms out to me. I climb into his lap and snuggle into his chest. “Don’t forget that you have the power to stop at any time, love.” I close my eyes and let his faith comfort me, build me up.
“Sir, shall I get your things for work?” I ask quietly.
“Yes, thank you.” He smiles at me. As I stand I feel a sharp smack across my left ass cheek and smile.
“Thank you Sir”
4:45 pm
I take a deep breath as I lower myself into Sir’s expected position just inside the door. My nerves are trying to get the best of me. It’s been a busy day but I am as prepared as I can get. The house has been cleaned with special attention to the study, dining room, kitchen, and play room. The snacks have been prepared and laid out in the study along with a bottle of wine chilling in some ice. The potatoes have been put into the oven and are on their way.I have showered, shaved, scrubbed, and prepped myself as best as I can. The ocean blue spaghetti strap dress that Sir bought just for tonight fits in all the right ways to showcase his favorite places. The 3” heels that he had dyed to match hug my feet comfortably.
“Welcome home Sir!” I greet with a smile as he opens the door. He smiles at me as he closes the door.
“Such a good girl. Come,up.” He grins, offering me his hand. Taking it I stand as smoothly as I can in my heels. His arm slides around my waist pulling me into him. His mouth claims mine and I have a brief moment to be grateful that Sir doesn’t like makeup. “Show me what you have done.” He says as he relaxes his grip and tucks me into his side. So I do. I show him the study, the freshly scrubbed play room, and the dining room table set for 6. As we are heading into the kitchen the doorbell rings. I freeze and look up at Sir with panicked eyes.
“You are ready. Go greet our guest and bring him to my study. I’ll be waiting.” He smiles. He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and a gentle push towards the door. I breathe deeply, then turn to comply.
“Good Evening Mr. Jacobs. My Master is expecting you. If you would please follow me?” I greet as I recognize the face on the other side of the door. Sir made sure that I would be able to put names with faces, even though I had never met these men. I notice his eyebrow raise slightly and a small smile play lightly across his lips.
“I see you have done your homework.” He comments as I close the door behind him.
“Sir has seen fit to make sure that I am able to be a good hostess. This way please.” I smile and lead him down the hall into the study.
