I’m lying on the bed.

Waiting.

The underwear I’ve worn throughout the day in the corner of the room. That’s not allowed now. I’m covered with a sheet, my piercings making an appearance as my nipples harden at the thought of what could happen when he gets home. I roll over, brushing them against the sheet sending a wave of tingles down my spine to the hollow of my back. Time goes so slowly. I can feel a wetness between my thighs, increased by the knowledge that I’m not allowed to touch. To ease the ache that means I need to be filled. Gently I begin to grind my hips down onto the bed, struggling to ease my frustration without giving into temptation. The sheet is twisted around me, beginning to expose parts of my flesh to the cool air

The sound of the key in the lock makes me catch my breath, I hesitate before releasing it. And now he’s here. A twinkle in his warm brown eyes that means he’s amused by my predicament. A slight smile passes over his face as he breaks the contact with my own eyes, moving across the room to the window. His back to me he removes his tie and places it on the chair, then his jacket. I can just about see the muscles in his back rippling through the white fabric as he unbuttons the shirt. Holding the sheet around me, I scramble up from the bed, an unmistakeable spot of dampness is left behind. I follow his path to the window, wrapping one arm around his chest, the other placed deliberately close to his cock. He knows this and let’s out something between a chuckle and a snarl as he turns, grabbing both my wrists tight, pressing me against the wall. The unexpected pain makes the damp between my legs even harder to ignore. The sheet falls to the floor, I’m completely exposed except for the thin collar locked around my throat. He looks me over, inspecting. He pulls one of my wrists towards his mouth, in one deliberate motion he places my fingers in his mouth, drags his teeth along them tasting to see if I managed to resist touching myself today.

“Good.”

Before I can respond his hand is on my cunt, he slips one finger between the lips, pressing against my opening. It’s unbearable, I thrust my hips forward trying to encourage him to give me more. I know it’s futile. What he finds there makes him smile.