Good Girl

He is sitting in a chair across from the bed.  In suit pants with his shirt open and no tie.  He has a drink in his hand and is looking over at the bed with a look on his face that you just know is trouble for the person on the other end.  I’m lying on the bed spread wide with ropes and his missing tie around my eyes.  I cannot see anything, but I can hear.  I hear the ice clink in his glass as he takes a drink. I hear his pants rustle as he shifts in the chair.  The anticipation has my heart racing.  What will he do to me.  The fear and excitement have my adrenaline pumping.  Is the anticipation worse or better than what he does to me?  My mind is only focused on him.  No other thoughts but listening for him.

 I hear the ice and the clink of the glass as he sets it down.  I hear his clothes as he stands up.  His footsteps as he slowly walks across the floor to where I am laying.  All I can do is lay there in wait.  I’m breathing hard and my pussy is dripping and throbbing.  I can tell he is at the foot of the bed now.  I wonder what he thinks as he looks at me lying there laid out for him.  Have I pleased him?  I hear him walk around to the side of the bed.  I feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, “Beautiful”.  Nothing more.  Nothing more is needed. That I have pleased him is more than enough.  His hands lightly trace down the side of my face to the swell of my breast.  Down my stomach to the outside of my thighs and all the way to my feet.  That touch sends shivers all over.  Him and what I am feeling is my entire focus. 

I hear him getting his tools together.  He does not do it before I am blindfolded so I have no idea what is coming.  I am completely exposed to him to do as he pleases. I hear him approach the side of the bed.  I feel his breath as he whispers, “Do not move.”, with steel in his voice.  I do not dare disobey.  He moves down the side of the bed to my hips.  I wait in anticipation and my breath comes in and out in pants.  The first sting hits my pussy and I gasp. It is all I can do not too rare up, but I cannot move.  I will not disappoint him.  I feel each drop of wax.  First the sting then the relief as it cools.  It is so hard to stay still.  A drop lands right on my clit and I moan, but I do not move.  “Good Girl” he whispers just loud enough for me to hear.  My heart soars.  It is going to be a delicious long night, but I will not move.

AMH