Sunday, November 6, 2011
A Submissive Story
She padded into the room and curled herself around his feet. He was tapping away on the computer with that look on his face that was partially frowny, partially intent. She knew not to interrupt. She also knew what he wanted. Hell, she knew what she wanted too.
She felt his warmth, felt the tough fabric of his stiff air-dried jeans against her cheek. She felt good her on the floor, her arms around his legs, waiting for his acknowledgement. Some would see this as dismissive, rude. She did not. This was how it was Meant to Be. Slowly, distractedly, he reached a hand down and caressed her thick hair, absently running his fingers through for a moment before returning his hand to tap tap tap away at the computer again. He sighed. This meant something from work caught his attention or his ire. "Hmmm," she muttered, rubbing against him like a cat.
"Did you say something?" he asked, pausing from his work to look down at her. Her eyes cast upward in adoration at his attention.
"I was just listening to your sounds," she said. "You sighed."
"Did I?" he asked, tapping again, clicking on the touchpad between taps for random punctuation of his actions.
He tapped some more, then decisively slapped his laptop shut and gently set it aside. "Come here," he ordered, and she jumped up in delight, facing him, climbing into his lap and straddling him in the chair. They were eye to eye, smiling in each other's eyes. "How was your day?"
"Good. I...I didn't get much done."
"Of course not," he said. "Where's the wine?"
"Right there, dummy!" she said with a silly smile in her voice. With surprise he looked at the end table next to him and saw a glass half full of blood red liquid that seemed to glow from within.
"Oops." He glowered at her then. "What did you call me?"
"Nothing!" she said, biting her lip and burying her face in her hands in mock embarrassment. She was surprised then when she felt his fingers between her legs in front of him, pressing through the velvety fabric of her sweat pants and finding her clit and rubbing it. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Playin'," he said, half-mocking her.
"I like it," she muttered, closing her eyes.
"But I think a spanking is in order first."