Click.
Click.
Click.
Tabitha’s palm curved around the top of my left shoulder. She applied pressure to push me down into a more relaxed resting position. It wasn’t much pressure, just enough to be noticeable.
“Relax, Andrew. Let me know if sitting like that becomes uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
Click.
Click.
Click.
She had walked behind me and stopped near my right shoulder. The clicking of her heels was making me so hard. Wordless mind-fucking was such a turn on for me. Tabitha’s fingertips lightly rubbed over my right shoulder blade.
“You have excellent posture, Andrew,” she praised.
“Thank you, Mistress Tabitha.”
“How is your side feeling? Any discomfort?”
“No discomfort, Mistress Tabitha.”
She left her fingertips on me as she walked.
Click.
Click.
Click.
She dragged her silky fingertips around my arm and across my chest to the left side. Silently, she stared at me. I wondered if she was looking at a particular scar or wound that was healing up. Without a word, she walked away from me and went toward the wall that held impact tools.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Even though my pulse increased, I wasn’t concerned or afraid that she was suddenly going to strike me. We had negotiated no striking.
Click.
Click.
Her footsteps grew louder as she made her way back to me. My heart pounded as the anticipation built.What would she have in her hand?
Click.
Click.
