The minutes passed like hours, her imagination running wild as she lay blindfolded on the bed, wondering what he would do to her first. She followed the handwritten instructions he’d left for her on the hotel room desk down to the smallest detail, hoping he would be pleased when he came through the door. She wanted him to see her exactly as he’d pictured her in his mind. She was wearing the white tank top and black panties he’d requested. Her legs were spread and her need was exposed. The soles of her feet were touching, and she didn’t dare move.
This would be the first time he would touch her unrestricted. She already knew what he was capable of, and the vivid images that flashed through her mind soaked her panties. She could almost feel the sweet sensation of his tongue on her skin, his fingers exploring her wetness and his hands claiming her body. She moaned softly and fought the urge to squeeze her thighs together.
The click of the door refocused her scattered thoughts. Her heart raced and her eyes darted back and forth trying to get a sense of his whereabouts, but she could see nothing. And just as she was sure the anticipation would be her undoing, she felt the warmth of his mouth on her toes. Her body relaxed and she bit back a smile. She had only one thought.
Yes, please.
