At seven thirty on the dot, I was kneeling on the floor beside my bed, the towel hanging neatly on the hook in the bathroom. I had unlocked the door so Mr. Snowden wouldn’t have to wait for me to answer. Then again, he had a key.
When I heard the door open, a faint tremble started in my core. I made sure to maintain my position, kneeling on the floor, my hands resting on my thighs, palms up. I kept my eyes cast downward and waited.
The sound of papers shuffling sounded outside the bedroom and I assumed Mr. Snowden had noticed the list I’d purposely left on the island. I was curious as to whether he noticed some of the items I had changed.
Mr. Snowden’s feet appeared a few minutes later and a warm hand came to rest on my head.
“Very nice, precious girl. You may stand.”
My heart double thumped in my chest from his words.
I slowly got to my feet, paying complete attention to my posture. My overall objective was to please him and I’d seen the approval in his eyes earlier when I’d been getting into position in his office.
Once I was standing, I peered up into his eyes.
Mr. Snowden took a step back and looked at me. I kept my eyes trained on his, trying to read his mind. I didn’t see anything but approval peering back in his golden gaze and that made my body tremble.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, precious,” he said softly. “I like seeing you just like this. Naked and waiting for me.”
“Thank you, Mr. Snowden.”
His hand came up and grazed my nipple. “And I look forward to seeing these with clamps again.”
My pussy clenched.
His gaze slid over to the items I’d placed on the bed, then back to me. “I brought you something.”
He held up a paper sack from what appeared to be a fancy boutique and I took it.
“I know you don’t have any fet wear, so I picked out a couple of things. I hope you like them.”
I knew that I would, no matter what they looked like. For the simple fact that he’d selected them for me.
Turning, I set the bag on the bed and retrieved the items. There was a beautiful sapphire-blue and gold corset—it reminded me of their eyes—along with a matching thong.
“Tonight, you’re not permitted to wear anything except for what I’ve provided you. We will be leaving this apartment, but we will not be leaving the floor.”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.” I didn’t have an issue with being naked. I’d long ago learned that was common in the clubs. As for leaving my apartment…I trusted Mr. Snowden to protect me from harm.
“We will be role playing tonight,” he informed me. “I’ve got a scene in mind, one I think you’ll enjoy.”
My heart beat harder in my chest as anticipation fizzed in my veins. I wanted to play with them again.
“There’s something else in the bag,” he said, motioning toward it.
I reached in and felt a box. When I lifted it out and removed the lid, I noticed a set of butt plugs. There were four in total, starting from small and getting steadily larger.
I swallowed hard.
“Tonight, you’ll wear the smallest one. Since it wasn’t noted on the list, I assume you don’t have an issue with that.”
I smiled up at him. “No, Mr. Snowden. No issue.”
In fact, my entire body was heating from the thought of what this meant.
He patted the bed. “Climb on up here. On your hands and knees. Let me see that juicy ass.”
My cheeks heated, but I did as he instructed, crawling onto the bed. My body temperature was already rising from the thought of him touching me. It didn’t even matter that he was going to put a plug in my ass. I merely wanted him to touch me.
Mr. Snowden retrieved the bottle of lubricant that came with the plugs as he moved to stand behind me. He set it down beside my leg, the bottle cool against my skin. That dissipated quickly when his warm hands cupped my behind, kneading gently.
“Do you even know how badly I’ve wanted to claim this ass? How I fantasize about filling it with my cock?”
I blushed and this time my, “No, Mr. Snowden,” came out laced with gravel. He continued to massage my butt cheeks.
“Does this turn you on? Having your ass played with?”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden,” I whispered on a moan when his finger slid over my anus.
“Put your chest down on the mattress and spread your knees wide for me, arms out to your sides.”
I did, my breasts crushed against the super-soft comforter, my insides trembling with need.
“I noticed you put you enjoy anal sex.”
“I do,” I confirmed. Granted, I wasn’t sure I’d be physically capable of taking him in my ass. The man’s cock was the biggest I’d ever seen.
