“Yes, Amy.”
“I thought so.” Amy stepped closer again, close enough that to Sarah that they were almost touching. “Now take it all off. Slowly.”
Sarah unclasped her bra and let it fall, then slid her underwear down and stepped out of it. She stood naked in her own livingroom, in front of a fully clothed Amy, and thrilled at how vulnerable and exposed she felt.
Amy stepped back and looked at her for a long time. Not rushing, not touching, just looking. Amy was taking every part of her in: the body, yes, but also the surrender, the trust, and her willingness to stand there exposed and wait obediently.
“On your knees,” Amy said.
Sarah knelt. The wooden living room floor was hard beneath her knees but she barely noticed. She looked up at Amy standing over her, and made herself maintain eye contact even as every instinct shouted at her to look down in the presence of her superior.
“Tell me what you want,” Amy said, meeting her gaze.
“I want to be yours tonight. However you want me. Whatever you want to do. I’m yours, Amy.”
“You are.” Amy reached down and tilted Sarah’s chin up. Amy’s eyes were bright, her cheeks slightly flushed, and Sarah recognised the pleasure that Amy was taking in this as a pleasure she’d felt so many times with others, Amy included when they’d first started out. She wasn’t performing a duty for Sarah’s benefit, this was desire.
Amy leaned down to kiss her, and while it started gentle it deepened fast, Amy’s hand moving to Sarah’s hair and gripping, using her hold to tilt Sarah’s head back. Sarah gasped into the kiss and she heard a chuckle come from deep inside Amy.
“I need a few minutes,” Amy said, standing straight again. She paused, looking down at Sarah with an expression that was pure command. “You’re going to crawl to the bedroom on all fours. When you get there, you wait at the foot of the bed, on your knees, facing away from the bathroom door. Don’t turn around until I tell you.”
“Yes, Amy.”
She saw Amy smile. Then Amy stepped past her towards the bedroom and Sarah, naked, started to crawl across her own living room floor.
***
She waited at the foot of the bed, kneeling, facing towards the headboard, listening to the sounds of Amy in the bathroom. Running water, the click of heels on tile. The anticipation was exquisite, not knowing what Amy would do with everything Sarah had laid out, just kneeling there with her heart hammering and her body already responding to nothing more than the wait.
When she heard the bathroom door open, she kept her eyes forward despite the temptation to look. Amy’s footsteps, still in her heels, clicked across the bedroom floor until she stopped behind Sarah.
“Don’t turn around.”
“No, Amy.”
Amy’s hand went to her shoulder, just a light touch, trailing slowly down her bare back. Sarah shivered again. She felt the brush of silk against her skin, and reckoned that Amy was wearing Sarah’s dressing gown.
“You didn’t say Amy earlier,” Amy said. “You know what that means.”
“Yes, Amy.”
“We’re going to start with that.” Sarah felt something smooth and stiff trail across her shoulder blade. The riding crop. “I remember you using this on me. You remember?”
“Yes, Amy.”
“Do you use this on anyone else?”
“Yes, Amy.”
“Interesting.” The crop slipped down Sarah’s back, feather-light. “Do you like using it? Being the one with the power?”
“Yes, Amy.”
“And now it’s you on your knees.” A gentle tap of the crop against her outer thigh. “How does that feel?”
“Like exactly what I need, Amy. For you to remind me.”
She heard Amy laugh quietly. “On all fours. You may not look at me yet.”
