Page 9 of Waiting For Forever

I circled around and stood behind her, feeling the heat of her body. The want. I traced the length of her spine ever so softly. So soft, so gentle, that she glanced at me over her shoulder, a question in her eyes. Did I touch her at all, or did she imagine it? When my hand lingered on her ass, she hitched a breath, anticipating the blow. Craving it.

My cock twitched excitedly as I let out a chuckle. "There are other ways to punish you, love." I stroked her lower back, my fingers drawing a slow, teasing circle. My touch was tender. My voice was not. "Why are you still dressed?"

She scrambled to undress, her jeans first. In our rush to get out of the office earlier, I'd forgotten that she was going commando. The sight of her bare ass and the delicious view of her pussy made my body hum with anticipation. I had plans for her body, the perfect way for her to submit.

Finally naked, she turned to face me, crossing her arms against her breasts. Her cheeks were rosy with nervousness and arousal. She licked her lips. "What now?"

"Follow me."

We left the main room, bypassing the guest bathroom, and continued down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She gasped as soon as we entered. As badly as I wanted to pull her to the bed and screw her brains out, I gave her a moment to take in the view.

If the rest of my studio was defined by the art, the furnishings, and the top of the line gadgets, my living quarters were defined by its simplicity. There was a simple platform bed, a nightstand, and an entire wall of windows stretching from floor to ceiling. She stood in the glow of the afternoon sun, the San Francisco city line hugging her beautiful body.

The perfect instrument sprang to mind. I wanted her spread and as breathless as she was now, staring at the beauty outside while I stared at something infinitely more so: her hot, wet pussy.

I went to the bed, pulling out the drawer. The frame was custom built, the extra storage tailor-made for my needs. To the average, unaware eye, it was just a drawer for linens and a blanket. But it had a false bottom. I found the notch that unhinged the sheet of wood and lifted it, my eyes falling to all manners of kink. I zeroed in on the small, cylinder-shaped rod with a circular hook on each end. I placed it, and a pair of cuffs, on the bed. When I looked back at the window, Melissa was looking back at me, her lips slightly parted.

"What is that?"

"A spreader bar," I answered smoothly. I picked it up, wanting, needing her more by the second when I realized she was tracking it with interest. It was the perfect moment to remind her who was in charge.

"Turn around."

Her blue eyes narrowed on the bar, then back up at me, still round with curiosity. Her lips gave me her submission. "Yes sir."

Cuffs in one hand, spreader bar in the other, I moved soundlessly toward her. I took my time. I wanted her to feel every minute, every second. I let her senses heighten her arousal. The chill of the air as its icy cool fingers stroked her naked skin. The rush as she tried to gauge where I was and what came next, her heart thrumming in her ears.

I stopped behind her, my own heart ravaging my chest, blood storming my veins, engorging my cock as I pressed my body against hers. She let out the tiniest moan, a deep and vibrating thing, pushing her ass back against me. Teasing me. The need inside me wanted to just tear open my fly and thrust inside her. Fuck her right against the glass. I did neither--there was a beauty in this ritual, ultimate pleasure found in my dominance and her submission.

My body growled as I took a step away from her, propping the spreader against the window, cuff in each hand.

It was time to begin.

I drank in her side profile, a wave of pride consuming me when she didn't sneak a look at me. I knew she was dripping wet with curiosity. But she kept her eyes front and center, just like I'd commanded. She had a need inside of her, something lying in a secret place that was just waiting for the right person to unlock the door and set her free. Waiting for me.

I took a knee beside her, opening the first cuff. "A spreader bar is a type of bondage equipment designed to keep the submissive open and accessible to her Dominant." I locked the cuff around her ankle, then circled around to her left side, wrapping the second cuff around her other ankle. "First comes the cuffs, then you’ll spread your legs for me. I'll fasten the spreader to the cuffs. Your movements will be restricted, your body mine to do with as I please."

I drew my fingers up her calf as I rose. I traced my way up her thigh, hand resting on her ass. She swallowed hard, muscles in her throat gyrating, betraying her nerves.

Being a Dominant wasn't always stringent rules and spanking. Sometimes it’s anticipating what your submissive needs and giving it to her. So I silenced the urge to spank her and instead planted a kiss on her shoulder.

She exhaled, her lips quirking into a smile.

"Spread your legs." I inhaled the warm scent of her arousal and grabbed the spacer, my cock as hard as the metal in my hand. I positioned it between her legs, using the notch to find the appropriate length. I clipped the cuffs onto the ring on each end and stood back, marveling at her. Spread eagled, hands at her side. Waiting patiently.

Delilah was quickly coming a dull buzz in the back of my mind, my heart and body syncing to this moment that I was sharing with my Melissa. Nothing else mattered.

I peeled off my shirt and unzipped my pants, my cock forcing its way to freedom. I tossed the clothes aside. Melissa was still looking out the window, but I saw the muscle twitching at her temple, her toes clenching, body adjusting to the unnatural position and her lack of control.

"Look at me."

She turned her head, eyes as gorgeous as the pale blue sky enveloping me.

I stroked her cheek, smiling when her eyes darted down to my cock. She licked her lips then caught herself, cheeks blushing bright red.

"Sorry," she mumbled. My eyes dropped to her lips. Swollen, quivering, and slightly bruised from all the lip biting.

There was something missing.

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