My key slid in the lock as if the mechanisms just knew it was right for me to be at home, away from it all. With the thud of my oversized faux leather bag hitting the floor not one step from the door, my phone vibrated inside my back jeans pocket.

Hey babe. I know you’ve had a rough day so get in something comfy, open a bottle of whatever you want, and I’ll be home soon to maybe give your little feet a rub down.

The edges of my lips curved up into a sly smile as opposed to the stoic face I’d been holding all day. A foot massage, I pondered on, I hope that’s for real. Not minding my bag. I sauntered up the open stairwell into our bedroom. My bra, however, did not make it that far. I let my breasts free halfway up the stairs without a care.

I scurried out of my jeans and the rest of my pale blue button down, to throw on my shorts that showed the bottom curve of my ass and a rather oversized savage race t-shirt. My phone I could hear buzzing downstairs. The swirling thoughts of work came back, I hope no ones trying to talk more about today. I just want to move on from it and it’ll all be okay.

Be on the couch when I get in.

Okay, not work. Why do I need to be on the couch? Do I need to be ready for the massage? I can most definitely make that happen. Before I could acknowledge his messages though another message popped up…

And one more thing babe. Do not eat a thing without me.

Does he want me drunk when he comes to give me a foot massage? Okay… I responded with and went to find my favorite bottle of tequila. Just a couple sips is all I need.

I went back to couch which had its back facing the front door at a slight angle. The news was complaining through the television speakers that were being numbed by my slow sips of my partially mixed tequila drink. I hugged my knees to my chest and let out the sigh I’d been holding in all day.

I could hear his car door slam. The foot massage was only minutes away. He has no idea how excited I am for this. Last thing. Don’t turn around. Was the message that lit up my phone. Before I really had time to over analyze all the messages sent, his key was turning the lock.

I didn’t know if I could say anything when he walked in, so I sat quietly in my curled up position. He closed the door behind him and set down his backpack.

“Hi babe,” he said as he started to caress my shoulders from behind the couch, “thank you for listening to my instructions.” His fingers traced the length of my neck.

“uhhh sure. I’m not rea…,” I wanted to relax into his touch, but I felt like this wasn’t all he was doing.

“Turn off the TV,” he cut me off with more instructions.

I leaned towards the coffee table for the remote and to put my drink down. As soon as the TV went off though, his fingers were wrapped in my hair and he pulled me back fast. He forced my head slightly back and kissed me hard from behind. He bit my lip and kept his lips on mine until my hips rotated forwards. He had me wanting him.

His lips traveled down to my neck and his hands down to the bottom of my t-shirt as he started to pull it off of me. I let out a slight moan, rotated my hips, and lifted my hands above me to push at his bare chest.

When did he take off his shirt? Are all his clothes off? I wanted to stop him and tell him I wasn’t in the mood because of the rough day at work. But he’d taken ahold of my wrists since I put them overhead, and everything about the day sucking was forgotten.

“So you told me you made some mistakes today. Is that right?” His fingers were pinching my nipples between his firm cupping of my breasts. It was distracting. “Yes or no?”

“Yes,” I breathed with a moan.

“And I see you’ve left your clothes lying around the house. I did not ask that of you,” he pulled off my shirt and quickly grabbed ahold of my neck to keep me in place.

“I’m sorry,” I let out.

“I think you know how to show me that don’t you?” He stopped teasing me, he just wanted answers.

“Maybe,” I opened my eyes to look at him for the first time. What about the foot massage though? I wanted the foot massage.

“Stand up and come here,” his grip let go of my neck. I stood up slowly and walked around the couch to stand in front of him. He towered over me by a couple inches. Relief washed over me when I saw he had his dress pants on. So if he did take his shirt off outside, at least it was just his shirt. And that was the last think I could think about.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and directed me to walk back into the wall. Once my naked back hit the wall, he kept me in place with his broad shoulders. He kissed my bottom lip softly and once more to draw it out. One hand moved down to my hips holding the band of my shorts.

He lifted his head and looked at me sternly, “don’t say anything. You get to make up for everything you’ve done today, right now.”

I wanted to tell him I understood, but I couldn’t. One hand was wrapped in my hair again and pulled with the faintest, pleasurable strength. I bit my lip to try to stifle my moan.

He bit my neck and cupped my breasts again. I stood still while he explored my body with his mouth downwards. He bit at my nipples and I cried out placing my hands on his shoulders. My knees started to buckle and I needed him to balance me. He let go of my breasts and gripped my hips tight.

I started to breath faster. He slowly pulled at my shorts and kissed my stomach. I looked down at him and met his gaze, “Spread your legs.”

I did as he asked and started to lose my ability to stand again. His fingertips were ever so gently tracing the inside of my thighs. I wanted him. I tried to grab one hand and direct his fingers inside me. He forced me away though, “put your hands behind your back,” I looked down at him, pleading, “do it now.”

His hands continued their exploration and he teased me more with his mouth. Biting my thigh, biting my hip. I was moaning wildly, and pushing my hips towards him for more. Suddenly his tongue was on my clit. I had to press my hands into the wall to stabilize myself. The sensation washed all over my body. I was ready.

He sucked and flicked his tongue. He was searching for the exact spot that when teased could make me come within seconds. Or teasing me more. All I knew was I was soaking wet and he was licking it up.

“Please,” I whispered, the flicking of his tongue sending jolts through my body.

“Please what?” His breath blew at the heat of my pussy.

I screamed. He found it. Please stay there. Please, don’t, please, don’t move. I screamed more, “Please fuck me, please.” Silence. He kept massaging me with his tongue. My screams were more rapid and higher pitched. I couldn’t control the movement in my hips. I was going to come.

He stood up and smiled at me.

 

Originally Published: March 15, 2017