“Yes, Master.” Getting the words out wasthe easy part. Making my hands work enough to follow his order was harder.
For some reason, my fingers were notcooperating and the way he was studying me wasn’t helping. Not that makingthings easier seemed to be his goal. No, the desire and subtle pleasure he wasradiating as he watched my shaking hands slowly fight with the buttons said hewas enjoying all the crazy feelings running through me.
Months.
I had to wait months.
But I’d get Wednesday now, and the sound inhis voice as he’d talked about taking more control in our relationship said heunderstood what I was feeling. That had to mean he knew I needed it, right?That I needed him?
When my shirt was in the small basket bythe door, he reached out and flicked his finger over my nipple. My moan had himsmiling. “You’re taking your sweet time obeying me.”
Would I be punished for not going fastenough?
Spanked for disobeying?
Denied an orgasm because I took too long?
The wicked things running through my head weren’tmaking it any easier to strip for him, but they were making me even more turnedon than he’d already made me in the car. Maybe my achingly hard dick would besomething he’d enjoy torturing?
I was going to come if I kept wanderingdown that mental rabbit hole.
“I’m sorry, Master.” Stepping out of myshoes and setting them beside my basket, I took a deep breath and forced myfingers to slowly strip off my socks so I wouldn’t fall.
If I fell or if I wasn’t neat, I wouldn’tget to come.
I’d learned that the hard way last weekwhen I’d gone too fast and had tipped over, knocking my head against the doorand spilling my clothes everywhere. I was fine, but Master hadn’t been pleased.He’d fussed over me most of the night and I hadn’t even gotten to be hiscockwarmer.
No. I was going to take care of his toy andI was going to keep the house neat.
He’d even given me a beautiful basket tostrip out of my work clothes so I could leave the real world behind and just behis.
Master thought of everything and he wantedme to live with him.
He just wanted to give me time.
Time was a terrible thing.
When I finally managed to get the rest ofmy clothes off without falling or being ungrateful for my basket, Istraightened and waited for his orders. Each time we’d come back during theweekend his orders had been different, and not knowing what he would do nexthad my excitement building.
Master kept me waiting for a few longmoments, just studying me and thinking. I could almost see the wheels in hishead turning as his gaze lingered on my neck and then slowly swept down to mydick where he smiled.
Reaching out to flick the tip just enoughto send fireworks through me, he chuckled. “It seems like I have a very excitedboy tonight. I’m going to have to decide what to do with all that energy.”
Swallowing, I licked my lips and tried toform a coherent sentence. “Master, I would like to ask for one of my orgasmstonight. If that’s okay with you?”
Most of the time if I asked when we were apart,he’d say no. He tried to make it sound like he was just controlling and being stern,but it was so fucking sexy, and I knew it was just because he liked to be theone to make me come.
But we were already halfway through theweek and I was with him…that had to put the odds in my favor.
Right?
“That might be something I could agreeto…depending on how you like my present.” Something about the way he waslooking at me shifted. There was an excitement that hadn’t been there beforeand maybe nerves as well, but that was always hard to read with him.
Trying not to look like a kid begging forChristmas to come faster, I smiled. “Thank you, Master. I like presents.”
And that hadn’t sounded awkward at all.
I was going to have to work on beingsmoother.
