Today was a rough day at work. Everything that could go wrong did. To top everything else off, I was late getting hope because of a car accident. It’s been 6 days since we began, so I know my expectations, and one is to be in my inspection position – Standing with legs wide, hands behind my head, eyes straight ahead.
As soon as I pulled into the driveway, I saw his car. He’d beat me home. I rushed into the house, went to the bedroom, put my things away, stripped, and went to the living room where I immediately got into position. He stood, inspected my tat first – wish was beginning to fade, but not by much – and then the rest of me. He pinched my nips, check my slit for wetness – which he found – then sat back down.
“Why were you late?” he asked.
“Traffic, sir. There was an accident.”
“Ah. Why didn’t you call?”
I blinked, then answered honestly, “Because you don’t like when I use my phone while driving.”
No answer. After a few minutes he stood and kissed me. Hard. “So, you had no control over being late,” he began, “didn’t call because it isn’t safe, and the moment you got home you obeyed my expectations. Correct?”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, still a bit stunned by the kiss.
“Excellent. Go to the bedroom. I’m going to worship and kiss and make love to every part of your body.”