When it’s time to leave, the waiter assures me that my meal is taken care of, but I leave a big cash tip, since they made me feel like a princess.
When I get home, I find a bouquet of lavender roses in a vase waiting outside my door. Attached is a note of congratulations from Bobby. My eyes mist, and I wipe all resentments from my mind. I don’t need to be a glass half empty kind of girl. Or look a gift horse in the mouth. Or whatever other metaphor fits the situation.
I text him to thank him for the roses and let him know I ate at L’amore. I try not to feel disappointed when he doesn’t respond. At eleven, I give up waiting for word from him and change into my pajamas, turn out the lights and go to bed.
I wake to the sound of Bobby’s voice. “Hey, baby.” He climbs over the covers, reaching for me. His hands find my breasts, stroke down my body.
“Hey,” I murmur groggily as my body warms under his lustful stroking.
He slides one hand down the front of my pajama shorts to cup my mons. “You’re getting a spanking tonight,” he murmurs in my ear.
I go still. “What did I do?”
“Nothing.” His fingers glide over my wet pussy, and I relax. “I just want to smack that sweet ass of yours.” He rolls me to my belly, pinning me down with his body. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me, or do I have to wait until you’re naughty?”
I moan. His words make me squirm, Or maybe it’s his hands. My body ignites under his possessive handling.
“You’re the boss,” I purr. There’s a certain power in being asked, an excitement at giving him something he wants, combined with the thrill of fear at knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt he enjoys delivering pain.
He burrows his thick fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp before closing his fist and tugging my head back. “Mmm. That’s right, I am the boss of you, aren’t I, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Master,” I moan.
He nips my ear with his teeth. “I love it when you call me that.”
I love it when he says,I love it.His approval excites me the same way the words “good girl” make me warm and tingly.
He climbs off and pulls the covers back. My heart rate increases when he lifts my hips into the air, so I’m on my knees with my face and chest still pressed into the pillow.
Bobby strokes his large hand over the curve of my ass. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
He comes off the bed and stands beside it. “Are you mine to do anything I want to?”
I turn my head to face the direction of his voice, blinking into the darkness. “Yes.”
“To fuck any way I want to?”
“Yes.”
He moves near my head, and I hear the sound of a zipper. “Open your mouth.”
I reach for his cock, but he catches my wrist.
“No hands,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
I find the head of his cock with my lips, and he pushes in.
“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re so perfect. So willing.”
I make a muffled sound of assent.
He cradles the back of my head and plunges slowly in and out of my mouth, controlling me completely.
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Bobby