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Barely.
But that didn’t matter now. I didn’t have to keep my hands off of her. Tonight, I wouldn’t. Tonight, I would touch her, play with her, drown myself in her submission. Tonight, she would touch me.
I glanced at the clock, noticing that it was still half til five. I also noticed Posey was just as antsy as I was.
“Ms. Adams, how is your current workload for today?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“All finished for today, Si—Mr. Wellington.” I smiled at her self-correction, pleased.
“Very well. I do believe we’ve earned ourselves an early night off, don’t you?” I couldn’t help my chuckle at the way she perked up, literally sitting on the edge of her seat.
“Go prepare yourself, and be ready, in the position I taught you, at five o’clock. Understood?” My eyes couldn’t waver off of her face. The pure excitement and eagerness I found there spurring on my own desires.
“Yes, Sir.” She jumped from her seat and headed towards the stairs to prepare. I made my way to the playroom, pulling everything I needed from the drawers and cabinets and placing a soft mat in the center of the room for her to kneel on more comfortably. She would be there for a while, and I wanted to make sure she was comfortable, or rather, as comfortable as I would allow her to be.
Seeing all was well within the room, I made my way to my own room to prepare. A quick shower, throwing on my favorite black jeans, and a black button up shirt. The shirt was linen and kept me cool while playing. Plus, I knew the appeal of slowly unbuttoning a shirt in front of a woman. It was a good look, and I knew I wore it well.
The clock had just hit 5:00 p.m. when I made my way down the staircase towards the basement, eager to get to Posey. I steeled myself, taking a deep breath and making sure my headspace was correct before walking into the room. I needed this.
The sight of Posey, wearing literally nothing, in a perfect kneeling position on the mat I had provided stopped me in my tracks. Her posture was perfect.
Her hair pulled back in a neat braid, small curls escaping around her face and framing her softness.
Her back straight, her shoulders back.
Her head lowered; eyes closed in what looked to be meditative calm.
Her hands palm up and relaxed against her upper thighs.
I could see her curves clearly. I could see every part of her clearly. From her strong thighs all the way up to the top of her head. Her breasts were larger than anyone I had been with, her nipples a dusky pink hue against her creamy pale skin. Her nipples were large, as well. I wanted to take them into my mouth and feel as she arched against me.
Her stomach was soft, curvy, with small rolls as she sat. Her hips were wide with soft, almost clear stretch marks interrupting the creamy complexion. Her pussy was trimmed, her curls darker there than the ones on top of her head.
Her pale skin was smattered with pale freckles that you almost missed in some places, like they were faded. A few freckles here, a few stretch marks there. One hundred percent feminine beauty, and shechoseto kneel for me.
It was powerful. It was heady.
I circled her form slowly, taking her in from every angle before we began.
“You’re stunning, Posey,” I praised, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. It wasn’t my imagination. She purred contentedly.
“Tonight, will be different than Saturday was. You know the rules we have already put into place. Tonight, I will be leading you through more new things; a few of which we will be adding to the contract. Don’t worry, we will discuss them this weekend and agree to them before adding anything. Now, do you remember your safewords?” I ran my fingertips down her braid and tickled along her spine, making her straighten even further. Beautiful.
“Yes, Sir. Green, yellow, and red,” she answered softly.
“And what do each of them mean?” I urged.
“Green means all good, yellow means pause and talk or check in, and red means stop immediately and get out of the scene, Sir.”
Her words were perfect. I tilted her head back, kissing her forehead in thanks for her answer.
“Perfect. Tonight, we will be delving more into the exploration of protocol and obedience. Nothing happening tonight is on your limits list; however, should there be any issue, you should … “I prompted.
“Not hesitate to use my safewords and communicate with you, Sir.” Her dutiful answers fueled the fire with me.
“Perfect. I noticed you forewent any clothing. Quite bold of you, little one,” I teased, my fingers running over her shoulders and up her neck, making her skin prickle.
“Do you not like it, Sir?” Her question was hesitant, almost worried. I wouldn’t allow that in my playroom. I circled back around to face her, kneeling so that she could see me.
