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Those of you who have read my stories from the very beginning, might notice that the Butterfly you are about to enjoy is not quite the same as the original. I have reimagined her to a degree, as I was not quite done with her yet. Enjoy.
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It was the sound of her car pulling up that drew his attention. He calmly got up from his seat, put his book down and went to the kitchen. He had struggled to read his book, not only because of the heat, but also because he had spent all day thinking about her. He had fantasised about undressing her, running his hands all over her body and tasting every inch of her skin. It made his trousers tight and he used the tap as a distraction. Water streamed into the glass with a rising pitch and he replaced it with another. The door shut and her footsteps were almost inaudible as they got closer.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” she said. He turned with a gentle smile, his face bathed in sunlight that poured through the large picture window above the sink. He looked to the doorway, but she was already gone.
His smile weakened, he heard her in the living room. He walked out of the kitchen, around the corner and peered in. She sat with a loud sigh, leaning down to unstrap her heels. Her cleavage was clearly visible and he knew she had unbuttoned her shirt for his pleasure. He had given her the instruction to cover herself up whenever she was in public without him, and of course she would never disobey him.
To be fair to her, this was the first full day that she had been with him since their reunion. Still, he was disappointed. He entered the room, padding over the thick carpet to stand in front of her.
“Stand up.” He passed her drink into his left hand and held both in his caged fingers. He adjusted the balance so that the glasses would not spill, and then he focused his attention on her. She looked up at him, smiled and stood, a naughty glint in her eye. She was glad to see him.
Her hair was thick, wavy and blond and darker near her roots. Her eyes were a gentle green, her lips full and plump. She wore a plain white shirt, accentuating her stunning curves as much as the black pencil-skirt that hugged her thighs. Without doktor porno her heels she was not much shorter than him, but still short enough that he had to angle his vision downwards to look into her eyes.
He slowly lifted his right hand, clasped her lower jaw and pulled her in for a kiss. Her naughty smile deepened and her eyes closed with his, her lips pursed for a soft and sensual kiss. One thing she was good at was sensing his pace, and right now her tongue lingered just as much as his. She pulled away with a titillating click, that smile returning, that glint flickering in her eyes. The lust was clear on her face, the way it was angled down so that she had to look upwards even more. She was like a tigress ready to pounce. Then she realised his expression.
He was not an emotionless man, but he liked to keep a relaxed face to sustain a mystery to his intentions. Even now, with no hat or glasses to mask his face, he was quite unreadable. It was only in moments like this, when he allowed his demeanour to slip, that his Submissive ever noticed what he might be thinking. At this moment? He was not happy. Her smile faltered.
“Primary Position. Now.”
Part 2
She did not speak. She was not so foolish. She may have been the older partner of the relationship, by more than just a few years, but his dominance was not something to mess with. She never tried to take control, though she was allowed to top him whenever she behaved. She was not currently in his good graces.
She got to her knees very slowly, as if afraid to agitate the beast further. She put her hands behind her back and clasped them together. Her eyes had been locked on his the whole time that her face lowered, and it was not until her eyes began to hurt that she finally stared at the floor.
“Keep your right arm behind your back. Hold your left palm face-up in front of your head.” She did as she was told and he took her glass from his left hand, resting it on hers. It had a tall and relatively thin form. She pinched her fingers around its circumference to keep it steady. “Do not spill it.” She lifted her head to look at what she had been given, smiling much ensest porno more courteously,
“Thank you, Sir-“
“Head down, my dear Butterfly. You are in the Primary Position.” Now free to take a sip of his own drink, he did so with all the time in the world. She would wait.
“I would imagine that on such a hot day, you are feeling quite parched.”
“Yes, S-“
“I did not tell you to speak.” He took another sip, being sure to do so loudly enough that she could hear. “I had poured for you the drink that you currently hold. I no longer think you deserve it.” Her head lowered a little bit more, shame apparent in her body language. “Was that any way to greet me?”
She thought back to her frivolous manner just a few moments ago.
“My apologies, Sir.”
“I do not accept your apology, yet. Once I am finished with you, you can apologise again.” He tipped his glass up, emptying nearly all of the contents into his mouth before making a quenching sigh. “Is your arm aching yet?” He could see her arm visibly starting to shake.
“It is, Sir. What would you have me do, to redeem myself, Sir?”
“Remain as you are, for the moment.” He threw his head back, sucking down the last drops of water. “You will remain kneeling. Please take your shirt off.”
Part 3
She lifted her head only slightly, for she was too scared to look up at him. She unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, revealing her black, lace bra beneath. It was thin and small, despite how well-endowed she was, but he figured she wanted to display her body for him as much as possible. Her breasts certainly were bulged, and he had to shift his penis with his hand to keep it from bunching in his trousers. He could see her lip twitch with the satisfaction, knowing that even when she was in trouble, she had a degree of leverage over his body. That twitch of a tiny smile disappeared when she tugged her shirt from the waistband of her skirt, then she slid her arms out and lowered it to the ground. He took care of his possessions, and taught his possessions to take care of their own things, too.
She had obeyed, but he remained silent, and she knew not what erotik porno to do next besides put her hands behind her back again.
“And your bra, please.” She had not finished moving her hands behind her back, her arms stopping in the air nervously. Right, yes, the clip was at the back. She continued moving her shoulders back and pinched the clips together, freeing the tightness that constricted her chest. She was kind of sad to lose such a sensation, but he was surely going to replace that tightness using his hands, before long. The thought made her shiver excitedly.
He admired the glimpse of her tattoo, so beautiful on her shoulder, and then he gazed upon her tantalising breasts. Her areolas were large with fading edges, like a canvas painted with gently transitioning shades of flesh. Fitting of a work of art like her. Her nipples were already perking, short and flat but aroused by his dominance. As scared as she was, two things were set in stone. He would never intentionally hurt her, and no matter how ominous he became she was always turned on by his physical power.
He breathed deeply before he spoke again.
“I would like you to hug your arms under your breasts. Present them to me while I enjoy your wonderfully cool, refreshing drink.” Such sadistic words, such cruel intentions, she could not help noticing how dry her mouth had suddenly become. She put her bra on top of her shirt and hugged her underbust until her breasts were once again bulged for his pleasure. His words came calmly, “Watch me.” She looked up at him now, his tone soothing her jitters, and she watched his adam’s apple slide up and down with each loud gulp. Her mouth still felt dry.
He did not finish it, however, leaving some in the bottom and righting the glass. He leaned down with an assured deliberation, and rested the glass on her forearms, her eyes following and snapping back up when he stood. The glass was cold on her skin, settled in her cleavage and giving her a chill that contrasted the heat between her thighs. Even while disciplining her, he was turning her on.
“Do not spill it.”
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