Page 56 of Degrees of Control
Message:When you get upstairs take off all of your clothes. Leave on your bracelet and necklace. Text me when you are ready.
Everything south clenches at the thought and I feel myself moisten as I reread his message. I make sure Gaby is not looking before I slide my tongue through the honey and butter mixture, swirling it through the creamy sweetness, watching as his eyes follow my movements, before saying goodnight to Gaby.
I head upstairs and twirl my hair a few times, sliding it into a clip to hold its length, before I strip out of my clothes and slide underneath the warm water of the shower. I have a heightened awareness of my body’s anticipation, his message stirring me, causing me to moisten, and my nipples to become hard and erect as the warm droplets of water rain sensually over their tips. I wash my body, gliding the loofah over my skin, eagerly anticipating the night to come. I turn off the water and spritz the Aruban Aloe moisturizer on my skin, deeply inhaling its scent and relishing in the soft, silky way it leaves my skin, before drying off with one of the Kashmir towels.
Message:Out of the shower.
The swoosh of my cell phone alerts me to an incoming text.
Message:Walk nude into the bedroom. Open our toy drawer. Take out the gift box.
My body is wired, wondering what he has purchased, and what the night will bring. I open our nightstand and look into the drawer. The package is at least twelve inches in length, rectangular in shape and wrapped in black wrapping paper with a red bow. There is a small card that simply says, “Katarina.”
Message:I found the package. Can I open it?
Reply: Patience, Baby. Take it to bed and wait for me there.
I do as he asks, propping two pillows behind me, cushioning me as I sit upright against the headboard.
Message:In bed, nude, waiting…
Reply:Unwrap thepackage, Baby.
My fingers are shaking as I untie the red bow wound around the rectangular box. I set the ribbon aside and begin unpeeling the black wrapping paper, revealing a plain white oblong box below.
Message:I have finished unwrapping the package. May I open the box?
Reply:Very good, Baby. Yes, open the box and let me know once complete.
I slide my fingers along the seams and unseal the container. Inside is a large, rectangular shaped wooden handled paddle. I take it out of the box, running my hands over its shape. I feel myself moistening, but apprehensive as I contemplate its intent, setting it aside while I continue to explore the contents of the package.
Message:The package is opened.
Reply:Have you read the note?
Message:Not yet.
Reply:I’m impressed with your restraint.Read it and follow its instructions.
Katarina,
Sex of this nature should only occur between lovers who have complete trust in each other. Partners who know they will not only be taken to newly found heights, but will not be pushed beyond their boundaries. Do you trust me?
I contemplate the hard thick rectangular shaped paddle and reread his note again. I pick up my cell and type a single word.
Message:Yes
Reply:Lie down on the bed, and spread your legs for me.
Message:Done.
Reply:Let the lubricant drizzle over your clit.Slide the vibrator in nice and slow.
I am dripping with anticipation and slide down in the bed, propping my head on the pillows as I trickle some of the lubricating oil over my newly waxed mound, gliding it through my folds before I rub the end of the vibrator against my clit, and further south, allowing it to unhurriedly explore my depths before sinking it slowly and increasingly deeper within me.
The door opens and I continue sliding it in and out, panting, as he very slowly closes the door behind him and approaches the bed. “Don’t stop, Baby,” he says, as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing a broad muscled torso and lean waist, tossing it over the top of the reading chair before unfastening his dress pants and allowing them to fall to the floor.
“Keep sliding it in, slowly, and now turn the vibrator onto its lowest speed, but don’t cum or your punishment will be worse,” he instructs.
