Master chuckled, stroking my dick for amoment and smiling. “I’m curious to see what you think of it.”
He was trying to make me disobey so hecould tease me and then tell me I’d been too naughty to come.
I really hoped that wasn’t his plan.
“I’ll be patientuntil you’re ready, Master.” Even if it killed me.
Death by anticipation?
Was that even an option on a deathcertificate?
I really wouldn’t want it to say murdereven though it would be his fault.
He leaned in and gave me a kiss, cuttingoff my rambling thoughts. “I have a feeling that whatever is running throughyour head would get you in trouble.”
Probably.
“But I’m being very good, Master.” Notexactly a lie.
“Brat.” But he smiled, so I didn’t worry.“Your cushion is by the couch. Go get in place. Carefully, imp. And I’ll beright there.”
“Yes, Master.” I didn’t let myself dawdleas he headed upstairs, presumably toward the bedroom, although that was just aguess.
Walking into the living room, I knew hemust have placed my cushion in front of the couch, carefully positioning it earlier.There hadn’t been time for me to do more than jump into his car before we’dheaded to the restaurant, but just having the time with him made it worthcoming back to the house.
If we lived together, there would be moretimes like that where we could just sit and talk…or times where he could feelme up in the car and give me sexy orders.
Either would work.
By the time I’d carefully situated myselfon the cushion—without giving Master anything to worry about—and started torelax, he was heading down the stairs. The measured way he was walking shouldhave made it feel like he was completely relaxed, but for some reason, I knewthat was a front.
Master was excited and nervous…but why?
I kept that question to myself as he walkedinto the room, though. My goal was to behave and to show him that rewarding mewould be a good idea…and if my looking relaxed helped him to relax, well, thatwould be absolutely perfect.
I just wasn’t sure if a relationship workedthat way.
He made me calm when he was commanding andtook charge, but would my submitting make him feel more relaxed? I was bossy orjust a brat at the best of times when I attempted to take charge, but for somereason, I didn’t think he’d find that relaxing.
“I was very careful, Master.” Sitting stillon my cushion, I did my best to radiate the message that I was a well-behavedsub.
I was pretty sure he didn’t believe it,judging by his smirk.
“I’m glad.” Walking over, his steps seemedlighter.
Maybe being a bit of a brat would help thesituation?
“You wouldn’t want to ruin my surprise bygetting hurt or needing to be punished instead.” His words said one thing, butthe wicked glint in his eyes said another.
Sometimes that really made it hard to wantto behave.
Master likedpunishing me, so really, I was doing him a favor.
“I’m going to be very good, Master.” UntilI got my present, then everything was negotiable.
He scoffed, obviously able to read my mind.
Instead of a teasing comeback, he walkedover to the couch and sat down carefully in front of me. I refused to look atthe small box he was holding in his left hand and instead focused all myattention on his face. I couldn’t beg for it if I couldn’t see it.
