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stormed up the driveway. The porch light had burned out days ago, and it took me a moment to get the key into the lock correctly.
    I kicked my shoes off and tossed my purse onto the couch, peeling off my dress. When I turned on my bedroom lamp, I noticed my wrists had red lines pressed into each of them. There were matching marks against my knees and ankles as well, but they didn’t hurt. I closed my eyes and thought back to Eric rubbing my numbed limbs and slowly sunk down onto my bed.
    The desperation was there, to touch myself.
    He’s not going to know. Just do it.
    I placed my hand at the apex of my thighs and rolled my fingers. Pleasure built instantly, sparked by the memory of what Eric’s tongue had felt like moving in circles, up and down my slit. I sucked in my lower lip and rubbed faster.
    “You are not to get yourself off in any way until I tell you that you can.”
    “Not now, please,” I whispered out loud to no one. I didn’t want to remind myself that I was going to get into trouble if I continued.
    But it was no use. His face, that beautiful, wicked face, was there in my mind, my biggest reminder.
    “Fuck,” I yelled and flung my hands down with a huff. He just had to tell me I couldn’t get myself off. And now that was all I could think of, and all I wanted to do.
    But he’d know. And I’d be punished.
    He’d know I touched myself while imagining all the things he could do, not only with his tongue, but with other parts of his body as well.
    I rolled over onto my side and dug in between the covers, stuffing them over my shoulder and keeping my hands out of the sheets, just in case I tried anything else later in the evening.
    As I lay there, it dawned on me what I was doing. My eyes eventually grew heavy, and reams started to pass by. And I spent my first night falling asleep and submitting to the powerful Eric Pierce, my new Master.

 

     
    Eric was patiently waiting for me when I stepped up to his front door that next evening. He had on black slacks, yet again, but was wearing a snug shirt to accentuate his broad chest. I imagined anything he had stuffed in his closet complimented his smooth blond hair and deep blue eyes perfectly. This man knew he looked good. I had chosen just a simple strapless, knee-length dress. Its deep, rich blue color brought out the brown highlights of my hair, which I had pulled back into a high ponytail. The wind picked up just enough to cause the skirt I wore to flutter. Quickly I shoved my hands down next to my sides to prevent it from giving the neighbors too much of a peep show.
    “Tsk, tsk,” he clucked with his tongue when I brushed past him. “I would’ve liked that little show.”
    Eric had sent me a text earlier that morning, letting me know the time he would be expecting me to arrive. I was ecstatic, to say the least, only because I had hope he would allow me an orgasm for obeying him the night before.
    “Did you behave, little girl?” he asked and we both knew what he meant.
    Of course I behaved. I had spent the entire night thrashing around, trying my best to not imagine having sex with him. When I had woken that morning, I found myself on my stomach, my hips grinding into the mattress.
    “I did, Sir,” I answered him happily. Eric closed the door behind me and in less than a second was gripping the back of my neck.
    “I want you to take your shoes and dress off and then place yourself into position in front of my chair.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He released my throat and I immediately stripped off my sandals and then tossed my dress over my head. The embarrassment of being naked in front of him had disappeared long before I had walked up the steps to his house. As I sank to my hands and knees, Eric walked into the room and took his seat at his throne in front me. I sat there, feeling I looked more like a relaxed cat this way.
    “I’ve got something for you,” he said as he reached over to the table next to him. Eric presented me with a long,