Anticipation
An erotic fiction
“Lover, when you go outside today, I’d like you to wear this,” He said, passing me a sleek, tiny vibrator that he purchased 10 days ago. 10 days. 10. Excruciatingly. Long. Days. I thought it cruel but His games often lead to pleasure so I waited patiently, staring at the little black box set squarely on our dresser. Finally.
He was a soft dom, not physically over-aggressive, but He had an inventive repertoire of commands and assignments; His mind created all restraints necessary to bind me securely to Him forever. I adjusted my underwear, gently parted my labia and slowly pushed the vibrator into my pussy. It was not lost on me that I was already wet just by knowing I’d be using this toy today in my office.
I walked to work with such a self-satisfied grin and gait, feeling along the way as if passersby could detect my quivering accoutrement of gratification. Despite my urge, I would hold off on using it until I had arrived. The subway was no place for this intimacy and walking might mute the feeling and just be too much of a tease. After waiting for so long, a tease was the last thing I needed.
And there I was. Staring at my high-back leather chair with a navy blue throw over the armrest, I knew I’d be taking a very unofficial personal day. Without haste, I closed and locked my door, and positioned myself cozily on the chair. Lowering my skirt and underwear to the floor, I lifted one leg through, and unbuttoned my blouse. I began to squeeze my nipples with my left hand while my dominant hand touched the warming toy nestled on my clit that my pussy was clenching to hold in position. Squeeze. Release. Squeeze. Release. “Now where exactly was the control button,” I thought, as my fingers continued to delve into my wetness.
“What the fuck?” I nearly lost my shit. The last time I remembered such disappointment was when I ran down the stairs to see no toys from Santa (thanks dad). “This must be a joke.” Examining all corners of this device made of cruelty and lost O’s and Oh’s, I quickly confirmed there was no power control. I was about to jump online to Gopuff an emergency order when His text came through. “Put it back in, and come home immediately. You forgot something.”
As instructed, I slid my desperation back into my pussy, with more effort needed to receive it this time as my wetness was disappearing by the second. He really had gone too far and I was definitely not playing these games anymore. But my workload was light and I was so angry, so I decided to leave, determined to have it out with Him as soon as I got home.
After jumping on and off the subway, I walked toward home, just 10 blocks to go, and then it happened. First a blip, barely noticeable, “did I really just feel that?,” as I made my way down Sycamore Street. Then again, this time for almost 10 seconds, the pulse on my clit, rhythmic yet unfamiliar. I needed more, but for 2 more blocks nothing came. I approached the halfway point of my walk and the movements reignited with a vigor and intensity that only an engaged lover could provide, if only by proxy.
10 seconds, stop. 15 seconds, stop, then 20 and 30, stop and stop. I paused, held onto a railing at the church stairs. Oh lord let me get home without leading a pack of strays to my door. Was I feral or domesticated? I couldn’t believe what was happening. Face flushed, head spinning, desire building, aching. I needed more, I needed to be filled. He knew, and I knew He knew.
4 blocks to go and there was a slight reprieve, just long enough to observe that my underwear was drenched, and my inner thighs were coated in a sticking gloss. As if aware of my struggled it resumed, He resumed, and the thicker shaft of his toy, the part I was gripping started flexing and turning inside of me. I gripped as I did when milking His cock, and now found myself awkwardly walking down the sidewalk while internal and external sensations overwhelmed my pussy. It was coming. I tried my best to save myself from such a display in public but it was an impossible task.
I turned toward the park, found a bench in a daze and clenched my pussy on the rotating arm, while pressing down sharply on the vibration through my skirt. I felt the waves roll over me as I gushed with muted moan, eyes rolling back, losing focus over everything but the image of His thick, hungry cock that I needed immediately.
The sensations ceased. I steadied myself and practically ran the remaining 2 blocks to my door, threw it open to find him on the sofa, naked, stroking His gorgeous cock with a smirk of domination I couldn’t resist. I got down on my knees and served Him dutifully, by command of an unspoken code. Still dripping, He abruptly turned me around, approached me from behind and filled my pussy entirely as no one had ever before. He had claimed me long ago and now He was reminding me.
Gripping my tits, playing with my throbbing nipples, He lowered his head to the side of nine and whispered in my ear, “did you like my little game, lover?”
“Yes, yes Sir, I uttered with distraction as I could feel the soft head of His cock engorging and his pace quicken.
“I just wanted to make sure you were ready to take me fully as soon as you came home.”
His thrusts were deeper, with more force than usual, I struggled to stay on all fours as He was fucking me with a hunger I had not felt before. I was His, forever His, and I begged for His cum, begged to be bred, begged to be nothing more than His willing pussy. He was there. He gripped my hair with his hand, twisting it slightly, pulling back, my head now up, my back arched and ass up, I was in my position.
With simultaneous moans and inarticulate words, He released his load deep in me, filling every greedy gap. I gushed again and drenched His balls in my cum. We held it, savored it, and He guided me upright and kissed my neck and lips while recovering inside me. We collapsed on the bed, spent and satisfied, and he held me until we both drifted off to sleep.
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