I kept my mouth shut, holding in my comeback. I wanted to test him; wanted to see what he’d do. Surely he knew I wanted him again. I just couldn’t get enough.
“You want me,” he said, his eyes on my face, watching my reactions closely.
“You know I do,” I whispered out, afraid my voice would leave if I talked any louder.
We stood there, me pinned to the fridge, him holding me there, his cock hard and pointing towards me. He was thinking. Thinking of what to do to me.
I was willing to do just about anything as long as I got him in the end.
After a moment of thought, Zachariah stepped away from me, letting go of my hands. I slowly let them fall to my sides, wide-eyed and confused. At my confused look, he gave me a lust-filled smirk.
“I want you upstairs on the bed, naked, in three minutes,” he spoke, his voice full of control.
Just his voice made me wet as I quickly nodded my head.
“Go on,” he said, nodding his head towards the stairs, his smirk still firmly in place.
Quickly, I dashed away, hearing his amused laugh follow me. He liked it when I obeyed his demands. I liked it when he demanded things.
I knew he hadn’t followed, but didn’t think of it as I entered the room and stripping off my clothes as fast as possible. I left them in a pile by the end of the bed before climbing on top of it. I wasn’t sure how to be there, though. Was I to lay waiting? Sit? Kneel?
In the end, I kneeled in a way where I wouldn’t fall over as my knees sunk into the mattress, my hands clasped behind my back and head down.
Would this please him? I hoped so.
Evening out my breaths, I listened as his light footsteps came nearer. He was shoeless, as he had been all day long. I heard him pause in the doorway before continuing in the rest of the way. He then walked to the closet, moving a few things around before returning to the bed. He sat something down behind me where I wouldn’t be able to see.
“Perfect,” he sighed out, running his hand down my hair. I couldn’t help but lean into his touch, craving anything he’d give me.
A huge smile spread across my lips, happy that he was happy with how I was.
“You follow directions very well,” he went on, withdrawing his hand. I wanted to cry out in protest but continued to stay quiet. “So I think we’ll play around with that. Saygreenif you are up for it.”
“Green, Sir,” I whispered out, my word barely touching my lips.
“I don’t want you to talk unless directed to do so. If something is too much, I want you to sayyelloworredand I’ll stop right away, whatever it is I’m doing. Other than that, no sounds. At all,” he went on.
Oh God, what did I agree to?I nodded, trying to prepare myself. Making no sounds was going to be tough, but I’d prove to him that I could do it. I would do it.
I looked up at him from under my eyelashes, seeing that he was naked also. I wasn’t sure when he lost his clothes, but really, did it matter? Not to me, at least it didn’t. His eyes were dark with lust and promises of pleasure.
“No sounds,” he repeated.
I nodded my head again, letting him know that I understood.
“Good girl,” he praised, taking a step back from me. “First, I want you on all fours.”
I quickly did as commanded as he walked around the bed, his movements sure and to the point. I did my best to make sure my body weight was evenly spread out on each limb.
“Knees a bit further apart,” he spoke, tapping my inner thighs softly with something small that almost felt like a stick, or maybe a pencil.
I spread my knees wider, my breathing still even despite the warm pulse that was in my core.
“Perfect,” he said. Then, he used the same object, moving it down one leg and to my foot. I jerked my foot away.
“Ticklish spot?” he asked.
I remained quiet.
