It had been a month. A month since I felt his touch. A month since I felt his lips. A month since his voice in my ear sent chills down my spine.
I parked in the driveway and turned off my car. I dropped my keys getting out and only then, reaching to pick them up, did I realize my hands were shaking. God, I was excited. The proverbial kid at Christmas, so eager for the gifts he was about to give me.
I rang the bell and waited for him to answer.
He opened the door wearing dark denim jeans and a button down shirt the color of sunsets. He smiled and I felt my body clinch. “Hello Princess. Do come in.”
Fuck! His voice. Deep and somehow both soft and commanding at the same time. I stepped inside his layer and he closed the door behind me. The lamp in the corner was on, R&B that took me back to high school played softly on the soundbar. He moved up behind me, close, but didn’t touch me. I could feel his sexual energy like a phone on silent vibrating on the bed. “It’s good to see you again.” That’s what he said. What I heard was “I’m going to make you my slave.”, and I was okay with it. “Have a seat.”