CONVERTIBLES – PART 4 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet]

(Previously posted on r/BDSMerotica)

The walk home isn’t long, not in the slightest, but it feel like forever. I can’t wait to get home. We’re taking the short way, it seems you’re just as eager to get home as I am. Though you’re still trying to keep up your tease. Walking casually. Pulling my hand slightly whenever I start to pick up speed. Talking about random things that happened at work. Things I can’t even get through my lustful fog and into my brain. I keep looking at the wrapped carrot in my hand. The intoxicating rush keeps building, pumping through my brain. It’s giving me tunnel vision. Everything is blurred out except the object in my hand – and slight squeezes of your hand in mine.   
Before I know it we come to a stop. Our apartment building. I look up at the house towering over us and for a brief moment I wonder if I should ask you to carry me up the 3 flight of stairs. I’m not sure how my fogged brain and, now all of a sudden, wobbly legs are going to carry me up. But then you look at me and smile. Smile at me. Smile at my dazed look. Smile at all the fantasy scenarios streaming in your mind. And I can’t seem to get into gear fast enough.

We walk up the few flights of stairs. Me in front, you closely following with your lust burning into me from behind. Caressing over my curves through my coat. Making my lust so finely tuned to yours rush through my core. Buzzing in my brain. On the outside everything is silent expect for our footsteps and breathing. On the inside our desire for each other coos to be set free. The game of cat and mouse that has slowly been building is ready to be set loose as we reach the front door of our home.
You push the key into the lock and shoot me a devilish look as you turn it, “You ready, B?” You ask as the door unlocks and you swing it open before giving me a chance to answer. You already know the answer; I have no idea, but I trust you that I am, because, god, I want this so bad!

You hold the door open for me and I walk down the small hall to the open kitchen, only illuminated by a soft light of the lamp in the corner, taking off my coat as I purposefully make the short distance to the island. Carrot firmly in hand the entire time.
The minute I hear the door close and you let go of the handle, automatically having the lock clicking securely into place, the atmosphere changes. The game is on. Sparks rage from your gleaming gaze straight to the fire burning in my core. The feeling of being the prey under your watchful eyes strikes again. A sudden instinct of fleeing pops into my head, but is quickly pushed out of the way as you start to effortlessly prowl towards me. I cement into place as the fire rushes, burns and dances within me, licking its way along the trail from your eyes roaming over my body. Almost as if you’re sizing me up. Though we both already know exactly how outnumbered I am.
I back further up against the kitchen counter. Pressing my lower back into the hard surface. My heart pumps faster sending my lust echoing out into every cell. I clench my thighs as you finally reach me, looking down at me, trapping me in. You look at me with an intense gaze for what feels like an eternity, pulling every need and want to the surface. The intensity becomes almost too much. We aren’t surrounded by any people anymore, it’s only you and me here, alone in the dim light, but somehow the embarrassment still races through me. I have the need to look away and yet I can’t get enough of your lustful eyes filled to the brim with filthy promises. All I can do is look back at you, keeping my eyes on yours to try and decipher what will happen, what the lust emanating from you will turn this moment into. Teasing? Dragged out? Rough? Hard and fast?

Just as I’m about to give in to your lust, to think you’ll give in and flip me over, saying fuck it to our little shopping trip, taking me roughly with your passion as my heart skips rapidly along to the pounding of my hips thrusting into the edge of the counter bruising up as your growl in my ear makes me beg and whimper, you change slightly. My heart skips a beat nonetheless. Your hand has come up over mine, covering it as my delicate digits clam around the carrot in the bag. I hadn’t even realized how tight I was squishing it. You gently have me uncoil my fingers from their grip and take the bag-clad carrot from me. Holding it between us. Smiling wickedly at me as you slowly unwrap it. The embarrassment springing through me as the carrot comes into vision. You look the carrot over for a second before returning your gaze to mine, “Can’t have the fun ruined before it starts,” you slightly chuckle as you bump my nose gently with the carrot. The action making me internally hide in a giant blush. “Or maybe you wanted to go back and pick out another, B?” you add. I wanna crawl in a hole as the images and embarrassment from not so long ago comes back to me, washing over me. I definitely don’t, but the thought still sends the tingles tickling through me. I shiver slightly making the sound of your sweet devilish chuckle sound throughout the open space. You place the tip of the carrot under my chin and gently move it to have me raise my face higher up towards you. “Wouldn’t you just love that, dirty girl,” you sigh before claiming your lips delicately over mine, sending the sparks of blistering fire to ignite all over me.

Just as I feel my need fall into the kiss you break it. Smile at me and wink while putting the naked carrot back into my hand. “Better wash up,” you say in a soft command as you guide me towards the kitchen sink and turn me to face it. “And be thorough,” you whisper seductively in my ear before turning to walk away. I look at the carrot for a second, it feels like a foreign object for a second, but then I hear you moving around in the next room, setting things up and my brain starts to work again. So I turn on the faucet and grab a hold of the carrot as the water runs down over it. Twisting my hand around it, rubbing it clean. Thoroughly.

(To be continued)

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