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"Jane."
Hearing your voice as you walk through the door is the highlight of my day, every day. The hours away from you are tortuous and I can't keep from counting the minutes until I hear you call my name.
You have many names for me and I love the way you say each one.
I have been home for a few hours, long enough to soak in the tub and let the day's stress ebb away. Frank was more trying than usual today. He hates my guts and I can't wait to get off his division. I'm this close to quitting altogether. I know you'll tell me I shouldn't be working anyway.
I have also napped but the bed, big enough for four, is too empty without you, even if your cologne lingers on the white sheets and pillows. You're not good for my sleep. Not during the day and certainly not at night.
"Jane?"
Your voice is closer this time. There's an answering flutter in my heart. This isn't normal. I shouldn't feel like this after all this time.
I sit cross-legged in front of the dresser and slowly run my fingers through my long, curly hair. When I look in the mirror, I see you leaning in the doorway. I smile.
You exude masculinity, in your navy blue suit, sky blue shirt, blue-and-red patterned tie, and with your perfect haircut.
You walk over to me and plant a chaste kiss on my lips.
"You smell good," you say, sniffing my slightly damp hair. I put my arms around your neck then and pull your lips to mine again. I am not so chaste with my kiss. I was thinking too many naughty things in the tub and now I am impatient.
You kiss me back, parting my lips with your tongue as you slide your hands inside my bathrobe to cup one breast. You squeeze my nipple so hard it hurts and your hands stray downwards. They stop just long enough to undo the bow at my waist and then continue towards the triangle at the base.
My legs are still crossed, barring the way to what your fingers seek. Your lips draw away from mine but your tongue starts to dance around my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips. This always drives me crazy. A tiny whimper sound escapes from my lips and I take in a sharp breath.
You move to bite my earlobe, playfully, but then you tug at my hair and whisper, "open your legs for me, whore."
A delicious shiver travels the length of my spine. I part my legs a little, just so your fingers can find my cunt. There's not a single hair there - I made sure of that very recently. When you reach there, I suck in air and feel your smile against my jaw.
"So wet. Were you waiting for me, sweetling?"
I manage to nod, as your hand is still tugging at my hair.
You nod too and turn my face towards yours, commanding me to look at you. I could drown in what I see in those brown eyes. I can tell you are please I've been waiting for you. I am rewarded by your fingers working into me and oh, they are so delicious.
I start to feel the tremble. I'm moaning now and I have shut my eyes, my head slight bent towards the back My legs close on your hand a little, adding to the friction on my clit. I can feel the juices leaking out of me. I think I am only seconds away when you stop. I give a little cry in protest and try to trap your hand with my leg but you're too quick.
Trembling with need, I open my eyes and look into your face.
You smile a little menacingly.
"So eager. Not now my sweetling," you say, standing up straight. "Stand up." I obey, in anticipation. There's a bulge in your pants I can't wait to get my hands on.
You peel off the bathrobe from my shoulder and let it fall to floor. You take three steps back and sit on the edge of the bed, without taking your eyes of me. After drinking in the sight of my tits you make a gesture with your head.
I sink to my knees and turn with my back facing you and show you my ass. I think it must be glistening with moisture and you staring just makes me wetter. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see you taking off your tie. My heart quickens as I think it will be used on me.
"Stand up my pet," you say, patting your laps. "Come to me."
I walk to you a little shyly and sit on your lap. I know you enjoy the show.
"You will dine with me like this," you say, "and if you're a good girl, I might feed you dessert." I am almost disappointed that I'll have to wait for release but the promise of you feeding me dessert is enough to make me behave.
"Yes," I say. You immediately tug at my hair sharply and grab my chin roughly, enough for it to hurt just a little.
"Yes, what?"
I feel the warmth in between my legs as my juices flow.
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl."
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