3:45
Waiting in the position he taught me, my head down, hands behind my back, I focus on slowing my breathing until the jitters subside, the fidgeting stops, and I feel peaceful while waiting for him. Quiet confidence washes over me.
The sound of his motorcycle soon fills the silence, then the grinding sound of the opening and closing of the garage door. Next I hear a soft-spoken greeting to Sterling, followed by footsteps in the hall. The bathroom door opens and closes, and the hiss of the shower fills my ears. The sun sets and darkness comes, leaving me in the bedroom with no light.
I continue my breathing exercises, taking slow, deep breaths to calm my suddenly racing heart. The anticipation is like a drug, bringing me higher, taking away all other worries and problems. Nothing exists in this moment except us.
His presence in the room is all I can feel. I don’t move or turn as I hear a match strike and an amber glow casts seductive dancing shadows on the walls.
I can feel his eyes on me, taking me in. Does he like what he sees? Is he disappointed?
“Stand for me.”
A million butterflies take flight in my stomach and soar between my legs as I slowly stand, giving my limbs a moment to wake up.
The brief amount of research I did helps me know what to do now. I stand before him, eyes on the floor, hands clasped, and wait as he circles me slowly like a panther stalking his prey, stopping behind me.
“You look absolutely beautiful.” His voice is deep and sexy, drenched with raw truth. I never doubt his words because his voice religiously holds so much emotion. Circling again, he stops in front of me.
“How do you feel?”
“I feel beautiful. Thank you.”
“You were made to be dressed this way, to be spoiled with beautiful things.”
He’s completely naked, his cock already hard and glistening in the candlelight. I swallow as he goes to the nightstand and takes out the pearls and ribbon he had the other day.
How long ago was that? It feels like years.
“All I could think about today was seeing you like this. I hated leaving you.”
Kneeling in front of me, he runs his fingertips lightly from my ankles over my calves, up to my thighs, then around the backs of my legs and up to cup my ass, pressing his face between my legs. His fingers hook beneath the fabric of the panties and pull them down slowly, letting me step out of them.
Pressing his face between my legs again, he flicks his tongue out and lavishes me with a few slow, long licks before standing up. He guides me to the bed and lays me on my back, then climbs on top of me, straddling my body, his cock pressed between us.
“And I did see another woman today.” He takes one of my wrists and wraps it with a length of ribbon intertwined with the pearls, then ties it to the headboard. Anger and heartache broil in me. How dare he leave me here alone while he went to another woman? I squirm against the binds, wondering if he tied her too, and feeling sick at the thought.
“A woman I used to fuck. A lot,” he continues, giving the ribbon a hard yank, tightening the bond.