Anticipation building. Heart racing. My skin is buzzing from the rush of adrenaline running through my entire body. Wetness pooled between my legs. Delicious thoughts of what's yet to come. Or is it? The note was vague, purposeful in its intent. He must keep me on edge. He does, like no other before. The high of the release when I'm finally set free is worth the wait. My mind filled with dreams of memories from the last time.
The slap of his hand on my skin, the bite of his teeth on my nipples, the soft kiss of his lips on my mouth, my neck, my entire body. The scratches from his facial hair when His mouth comes to my pussy intensifies the build up. The groans from my mouth when he slips 2 fingers into my dripping pussy while he works his magic with masterful skill on my clit. My back arches, he reaches deeper into my body, licks my clit and stops! I'm taken down slowly, whispering, "please" I beg. He licks once again, this time his gaze is upon me, freezing me to that moment. The moment when his dark eyes grow serious, darker, and the sexiest smile forms on his lips, utterly binds me to him. I am his, and he knows it, but I know what's coming next. "Who do you belong to babygirl?" Once again, the buzzing in my skin is at an all time high when I reply, "You, Daddy, I belong to you." I watch his eyes gleam with pride. He licks and nibbles at my clit before responding with the one phrase that will bring a fire surging through my entire body from the incredible rush it brings. "That's right babygirl ... you belong to me ... Mine"
I jump from sleep, the memory so real, feeling the rush of pride from my dream. I look around the room. It's dark. It's too early, but I know. He's coming. I can feel it. He's near. The house is not quiet. There's soft music coming from somewhere downstairs. I want to run to him. I must do what I'm told. I must follow the instructions from the note: "Wait for me. In bed. I will come to you." Waiting is so hard. I let out the breath I've been holding, trying to relax. Deep breath. Slowly letting it out. My pulse is beating a thundering beat in my chest. This isn't how he wants me. I need to relax. I rest my head on the pillow once more. I close my eyes. I breathe slow and deep. Slowly I feel my heartbeat move to an even beat. The same beat of his footsteps on the wood floor. He's coming. The anticipation is building. Still, I am calm and ready. Mentally prepared for what's to come. The door slowly pops open. The footsteps continue. A pause. He removes his shoes. I now hear the footsteps of his bare feet approaching me slowly. He stops. I feel the electricity between us. He's roaming his eyes over my body. I can feel his stare. His whispered voice so close tickles my neck, "You've been a good girl, Princess." I smile so boldly I'm sure my body moves. His feather like kiss on my ear, sends goosebumps through my already sensitive body.
In a move so swift I don't feel it coming, he scoops me from the bed.
In a commanding voice, he says, "Let's Begin"-Lola Fontaine 2015
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