We have gone somewhere together. I have felt the tension of something being on Your mind from before we left. I feel it with every quiet look, with every gentle touch, with every sweet smile You give me. You chat with me on the drive back, then hand me a folded piece of paper at a traffic light. I look at You curiously, then unfold it and read it. A spark shoots through me, warming the warmest of places, my breath gets shallow, and deep blue eyes widen as they look back up at the peaceful smile on Your face as You glance back at me. The closer we get to home, the wetter I become, until I’ve soaked through my clothes.
As we park, I get butterflies the size of soccer balls in the pit of my stomach as it clenches with anticipation. You lean over to kiss me, running a gentle hand up the back of my neck to my head. You make a fist with my hair wrapped tightly around Your fingers, and pull a bit. A shiver races down my spine as Your voice deepens to whisper in my ear… “Who do you belong to, babygirl?” Deep blue eyes melting as they look up at You, I whisper back, “You, my Master… I belong to You.” You smile and kiss me again, let Your hand slide through my hair and say “Good.” You get out of the car, walk around to open my door, and help me out. As I stand on shaky legs and walk with You, Your hand resting lightly on my shoulder, I feel the wetness slide between my thighs, starting to ease down. My breath keeps catching shallowly, I feel my entire body trembling, and wonder if You can feel it through Your hand that rests on my shoulder. You stand me in front of You as You reach around me to unlock the door, my back against Your chest, Your need pressing against the roundness of my ass. I wonder in passing if the trembling I feel is just me, or if You’re trembling a bit, as well. The door opens, and You walk in, pushing me along in front of You, Your hands running over the front of my body over my thin clothes, Your lips brushing over the skin on the side of my neck As You kick the door shut behind You, You bite the place that’s not quite my neck, but not my shoulder, either. I jump at the sound of the door shutting loudly and the bite with a soft whimper, my knees going weak, Your hands holding me up against You. You stand straight, make sure I have my balance back, and step slowly away, letting Your hands slide away from me as You walk to the bedroom. The lights from outside shining in through the curtains show You the way. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and hurry to follow the instructions You’ve given me. Leaving my shoes by the door, I move to stand near the closest chair, sliding my clothes off and laying them across the arm. I feel the damp spot on the back of my skirt and blush, feeling more moisture slip down my thighs. The thought that it would be running between my knees before too long runs across my mind as I slide the thin lace that poses for a bra over the rest of my clothes. As I’m not wearing anything under my skirt, it takes a few seconds for me to undress and move to stand just in front of the bedroom door. As I lower myself to my knees, my body starts trembling harder. I hear You moving on the other side of the door, faint light showing under the door as I stare at it, my heart beating quickly, feeling like the shaking in my body is an echo of my heart.
To be continued....
