My Friday afternoon at working was dragging on. I flipped over my phone to see the guy I have been sleeping with has messaged me. “What are you doing tonight.” His message did not end with a question mark, making it sound more like a statement than a question. I told him my parents were coming to town later that night, but not until later. “6:30, be ready in a black bra and thong and heels. I’ll find my way up to your apartment.” I stared at my phone, shifted in my seat and hoped that no one in my office saw me. I work in a very open office space which makes receiving texts from him at work all that much more exciting.
Now, I’ve been sleeping with him for about two months, maybe once a week. He was a classmate turned fuckbuddy which is a story for another time. From the beginning, I knew he was dominant, and we’ve definitely had that dynamic in the bedroom. However, I never received a message from him so demanding and I knew that tonight was going to be different.
At first, I felt uneasy, he had asked me to wear heels before, but I felt a little weird about it. It’s not something that comes natural to me, I feel sexier in oversized shirts and flannels. However, I knew it was something that really got him off and I wanted to see that.
The day from then on dragged so slowly. I could feel the wetness growing in my panties even though I still had work to do. I couldn’t make it until 5 and rush out of the office at 4:45 even though my boss was still there.
After what seemed like an agonizing subway ride I got home and realized my panties were soaked through. He would have to wait to see because I needed to hop into the shower and shave. I was full of nervous energy and was quickly cleaning up my apartment even though I knew we’d only be in the bedroom. His place is rarely available and usually comes to mine, and I liked having the control of getting him and letting him into my building. I was anxious to see what he had in store for me once he walked in the door.
I put on music, dimmed my lights, lit a candle and waited on my bed like I know he’d want me to in nothing but a black lace bra, a black thong, and nude heels with ties that wrapped around my ankles. He specifically requested these after seeing me wearing them out a night earlier that week.
I was already wet with anticipation waiting for him when he opened up my door. He said something but It doesn’t matter and I can’t remember because I was focused on him walking towards me. I sat at the edge of my bed and presented myself to him with my legs crossed. He is outside of my traditional type, 6’2’’, built and well endowed. I always go for artsier, smaller guys and he was a welcomed change. For someone reason I’ve never been with someone that has towered over me like he had but I loved it. He pressed his hands into the mattress and grazed his lips down my neck and arms, teasing me with his breath. All I wanted was his lips on mine but of course he wouldn’t give me that satisfaction “On the ground, on your knees.” he practically growled in my ears as he went to my bathroom.
I obediently got down on my knees on the wood floor in my bedroom. I shifted from knee to knee as I waited for him to come out. I sat with my back towards the bathroom door until I finally heard it open and heard his steps come closer to me. It was only five or six feet but it felt like 50.
He knelt down behind me and leaned into my body, I could feel his erection coming through his jeans and instinctively grabbed for it. “No touching, not yet,” he whispered, knowing that’s all I wanted to do. He walked over to the nightstand, grabbed my blindfold and put it over my eyes. There I sat in heels and my underwear, completely blind as he paced around me. He finally landed in front of me and placed my hands on his waistband. “Just the belt.” He told me bringing my hands to his waist band. Again, my hands wandered down to his growing cock but he slapped my face and said “Just, the belt” this time slower and sterner. I fumbled with it but got it off as he instructed me to lay it by my feet.
I placed the belt behind me no sooner than he could pick it up and use it to hit my nipples. I moaned out quite dramatically but it caught me off guard. He proceeded to slap my wet pussy with it, just enough to get me more aroused. Before really giving me a spanking with it. I haven’t told him yet, but I fucking love a good spanking.
Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me and I could sense his tall body looming. I knew what he wanted me to do. I’m not even going to pretend, but I give great head and was so excited to have him in my mouth. I started by licking his balls, just to jolt him, before licking the length of his entire, veiny, shaft and teasing his head with my tongue. I had to wrok little by little to get him all inside of me. When I finally took all of him I placed my hands on my knees and let him fuck my face. He didn’t keep me there for long before he was back behind me. He whispered, “I’ve been thinking slipping inside of you all day”, he said bending me over and teasing my clit with his swollen head. “How much do you want it” “Badly.” I whispered as he bent me over and pushed my face to the floor. I was still blind folded and enjoying every minute of having my sight cut off as he slipped inside me. I moaned letting out all the anticipation that was building from this afternoon, knowing that this was only the beginning.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/85z8pl/waiting_for_him_after_work_fm
good writing! love the dominance