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She waited for him impatiently. He hinted towards something new before he left for work. Her mind has been swirling with fantasies all day. It showed in the faint blush of her cheeks, the little sparkle in her eye, and the obvious arousal of her body. She forced herself through her daily tasks, when all she wanted to do all day was relax and dream of what he had in mind.
She distractedly picked up the phone, more to stop it's incessant ringing from interrupting her thoughts than anything else. "Hello?" Nothing. Her mind was brought fully to attention, her response now more focused, "Hello?" She strained to determine if the line was dead, or if she could hear something on the other line. Just as she was about to hang it up, she heard him, "Perhaps you should focus on what you are doing, little one? Your mind was a million miles away when you first picked up. Maybe I shouldn't hint towards things in the morning anymore, and just surprise you with them. Seems you may have a better grip on your thoughts that way." Her blush crept down to her throat, she was always amazed at how he knew her thoughts.
Her smile was genuine, and her eyes sparkled, she still couldn't believe she belonged to this man, that he belonged to her. "My thoughts are always on you, Sir, just where you intended them to be when you left this morning."
He chuckled softly, "Indeed."
His voice changed into that deep glorious whisper she came to know means he wants her complete attention, for which he will reward her handsomely, "I am heading home now, I want you in a nice hot bubble bath when I get there. Be sure to change the water if it gets a little too cool. I want it hot. I want to see that wonderful blush of yours all over your body. Keep yourself under the water. Close your eyes. Think of all those wicked thoughts you've had throughout the day, yes, sweetheart, I know exactly what I did to you when I left," she could hear the grin in his voice.
His voice continued, "relax while you are in there. But, not too much. Let's keep it interesting for you, shall we? While you are relaxing, let yourself feel the heat of the water all over you. Feel it caress your skin, your breasts, your pussy. Then, add your fingers to that caress, slowly, softly, continuously. Do not let yourself cum, my love. You wouldn't want me to miss that beautiful rapture in your eyes at that moment, would you? Now, go." And, with that, she heard the line go dead.
She felt her heart pound against her chest, heard her breathing a little more ragged than it was before, just from the man's voice. She loved the things he did to her, loved the effect he had on her body. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her tonight.
She stepped into the hot bath she had drawn, catching her breath at the heat as her foot hit the water. Slowly, she lowered herself below the bubbles, blowing them a little away from her face. Her head laid against the soft pillow, she smiled at his thoughtfulness, her eyes drifted closed as the warmth enveloped her. She ran her hands over her thighs, sighing softly as she relished in this luxury he had chosen for her. Softly, she allowed her hands to travel over her tummy, her fingers barely touching, the water rippling gently over her from the movement. She squirmed in the water, rearranging her body lower into the heated water. Her head swam with the scent of vanilla and the heat. She felt almost as if floating.
Slowly, her hands ventured over her breasts. Her nipples hard against her soft palms. She cupped each breast, then lightly let her nails drag up over them, running up the curve, over her nipples, then back down to her chest. Lazily, she continued this, her lips parted slightly. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath she drew, the movement adding to the soft caress of her nails.
Leaving one hand at her breast, she slid the other back down her stomach, over the soft skin of her mound, stopping only when her fingers were covering her lips. Softly, she caressed them, her fingers slipping between the folds, finding her clit. Gently she ran her nail over it, gasping softy at the first contact. Then, stroking her lips lightly. As her fingers danced between her lips, over her clit, her hips followed her movements.
Her head fell back even further, as her hands and the water caressed her body. Her thoughts were filled with his voice, his eyes, and the promise of a totally new feeling tonight. She could hear that deep rich whisper in her ear. It wasn't until she felt his hands over hers that she realized that whisper was real, and not a part of her thoughts. She gasped quietly as his teeth gently bit her neck. She moaned as she felt his hands nudge hers aside, and take up the caress themselves. She smiled as she heard his voice once again, "You are such a good girl, doing exactly as I've asked. Shall I tease you a bit longer? Or let you know what is behind this excitement of yours?" She knew he didn't really expect an answer, knew he would tease her longer, he so loved to tease. She was happily reminded of that once again, as she felt him slowly push his fingers inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit, his other hand tightening around her breast. She raised her hips to him, arched her back. His response was a deep, passionate kiss that left her needing so much more.