Rough day?"

I open a baleful eye at his innocent question. The sympathetic look in his eyes is the only thing that stops a harsh retort. I unload on him with every frustration and irritation of the day that took entirely too long to finally end. He lets me vent, humming at the appropriate places as he works on his tablet.

"And you'd think that people would realize I'm just doing my job. But nooo." My hands fling towards the ceiling before I slump back into the cushions with a drawn out groan.

Lost in the daze of a good sigh, it takes a moment before I realize that he spoke. My response is ever so eloquent. "What?"

He chuckles, pauses his typing and raises his gaze to meet mine. His voice calm as his tongue rolls around the words again. "Put on the black lingerie I like. Take the blindfold and lie on the bed.'' A careful enunciation while I am stuck in place by the glint in the green of his eyes. "I'll be along shortly." He finishes with a wink before he returns to his typing.

With a smile I rise up from the cushions, my hips sway as I go to follow his directions like the good girl I am. My clothes left as breadcrumbs to herald the way to our sanctuary.

Entering the dressing I dance on the balls of my feet, my hands in the air as I twirl toward the drawers that hold my dear friends. The first slides open smoothly, and I grin down at the lace within. My fingers drag over the different fabrics before they come to a stop on black lace. His favorite for the way it accentuates the lines of my body. My body tingles as I remember the way he traced every line while he whispered against my skin.

I almost make it to the bed when I gasp. I turn and race back to the dressing, shifting through the drawers for that one important thing. "Come on, you little devil. Where are you?" Every drawer had already been opened and still nothing. Soft curses as I frantically open them all again. Rifling though their contents, I finally find the little blindfold. I slam the drawers and race to the bed.

I jump and land with a bounce, I fit the blindfold over my eyes. I settle into place on the covers, a slight wiggle to get the most comfortable position. I shiver, the covers cold enough to raise goosebumps. My body tingles with nerves, an adrenaline filled tension settles within me as I wait for him. My mind races to imagine what might come.

I still as I hear his feet pad on the wooden floors. A creak close by, my thighs rub together in anticipation. He enters the room without a word. My breath deepens when I feel the tip of his finger on the top of my foot, he trails a line of fire up my skin. I squirm beneath his touch. His fingers slide down my thigh, a teasing caress that bypasses my wet core.

The bed dips with his weight. A scratch on my shoulder, the bristles on his chin a familiar sensation. A puff of air as he blows on my neck, a steady stream moves up to my ear and he whispers in a low husky tone.

"You are mine."

An altogether different kind of shiver passes through me.

The tension and excitement roiling around inside prove too much for me. I burst into laughter when his fingers make their way down my ribs. My giggles change to a harsh gasp when he crooks his fingers. His nails scratch down the side of my belly, I tense at the feeling. A groan escapes me, my breath lost in the sensation. I pant loudly, undecided if I am glad to be rid of his nails or if I want them back for another scratch.

His hand rests on my hip, a deep warmth spreads through my body, directly to my core. Excitement prickles inside as my impatience grows. Yet calm as could be, he asks, "Are you ready?"

My heart hammers away in my chest and I barely manage to jerk my head in a semblance of a nod. I shake with want as he continues to explore my body. He traces familiar paths while he skirts around the edges of the black lace.

"Good." There is a heady tone to his voice and I can't help but bite my lip as the butterflies in my stomach scramble. Another sharp rake of his nails across the line of my belly tears a ragged gasp from me. I shift on the covers. My arms and legs slide over the satin as I writhe beneath him.

His tone edged with a smug tinge. "Now, now, don't forget to pay attention!" A quick strike to my thigh elicits a squealed confirmation from me.

"Yes, Sir!"

He massages my thighs while he speaks. "In a moment I want you to sit up and hold your wrists out. You'll know when, do try to lay still for me in the meantime."

His last words bring a chill to my spine, a reminder of all the times he would hold me down to tickle my ribs. Both hands roam my body now, fleeting touches that I can't avoid. No matter how hard I try, I just can't help but squirm beneath his fingers and the bastard knows.

His touch changes each time I manage to get a feel for his rhythm. From a gentle caress to something much more insistent. My breath changes to harsh panting.

The teasing touch that electrifies my skin stops suddenly. For a moment I lay there, gasping for breath until I finally manage to lift myself up. My body trembles as I manoeuver myself to my knees. My butt rests against my ankles as I offer up my wrists. My chin lowered to complete the pose.