Her eye painted a picture on the wall in front of her. Wrists pulled above her head, his large body lying atop hers and that soft peppered beard tickling her breasts. The thought quickly vanished when she squirmed against a renewed wetness between her thighs. Am I just a glutton for punishment or what? Her cheeks burned with her embarrassment. The sound of the lock turning in the front door brought her straight up, hands behind her back and nose facing squarely in the corner.
Her palms instantly moistened as she heard the door open and quietly close behind her master. The almost silent tread of his soft-soled dress shoes filled the air around her. Ears pricked, she tried to discern where he stood and realized he had left the room. With nervous anticipation, Trisha wondered what he planned as her punishment. Her earlier light attitude towards the situation dissipated to anxious twisting of her hands.
"I would really dislike being you tonight, pet."
His deep stern tone interrupted her thoughts. But, she stayed quiet, afraid answering might make what he intended worse. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for the worst.
"So what do you think," he stood right behind her, soft material tickling her shoulder, "a proper punishment for a disobedient submissive should be?"
Trisha swallowed hard, bowing her head. She wanted to answer but found her voice uncooperative.
His voice came right next to her ear, the masculine scent of his cologne filled her senses, and she closed her eyes fighting the urge to lean back against his chest. "I'm not sure, Master. I know I'm sorry for disobeying you this morning," she answered quietly.
He chuckled softly, the deep sound tickling her ear. "I would like to believe that, truly, I would. You know it took you two years to finally submit to me without anymore defiant acts. I planned something special for us last night, so that our anniversary is important to the both of us."
To stress his last words, he gripped both hands into the firm flesh of her ass, and she winced against the sensitivity of the area. Yet, somehow, the action only heightened her desire for him. "A simple phone call asking to see me today would have sufficed. You would have gotten your way." His warm fingertips drew a line straight down her spine. She swayed as the timbre in his voice resonated through her body.
Master was so close she could feel his beard tickling the side of her cheek, his soft lips brushed against her delicate lobe.
"And then I could have had my way."
Before she even had time to respond, the soft material that grazed her flesh earlier was now placed across her eyes, her world shuttered into complete darkness.
"Part of your punishment this evening, my pet, is that you will not be able to see me. You could not simply wait until I returned home. You will now wait until morning."
Trisha's shoulders slumped, and she blew out a long breath. "Yes, Master."