Small Seductions

She put down her laptop bag, yanked the tie to her trench coat and stepped out of it all in three strides from the door.  She ran her tongue across her bottom lip in anticipation.  It was 5:58 pm and he had two minutes left to assume the position.  As she hung her coat on the rack she heard his approaching footsteps. She parted her legs a touch wider.  When she glanced down, he was on one knee with the silver platter they had chosen together balanced precariously in his left hand while his right guarded the glass containing a single cube of ice and her two fingers of Macallan 21. 

His head was bent, eyes trained on her black Louboutin pumps.  She didn’t reach for the glass, so he began to extend it to her.  When the glass almost bumped her finger, she finally wrapped her hand around it, acknowledging his offering.  She took a single breath and could hear that he held is.  His need to please her was palpable and it aroused her.

“Good boy.” She said, as she stepped past him towards the sofa. 

“Thank you, Mistress,” he breathed as he stood to follow. Her perfume mixed with her natural scent and arousal made him lose his words. She snapped and he remembered that his place was at her side.