"Yes, as you instructed."
"What else should I instruct you to do, or do you already know the answer to that?"
I knew the answer. It was in the tone of that voice. I cautiously slid to the end of my bed and placed my bare feet on the hardwood floor beneath. It felt cool to the touch, the rest of my body on fire. The shoes were where I had placed them before climbing into bed earlier. I picked up one foot and slid it gingerly into the four and a half-inch-heeled "porn pumps" that occupied the space. Then, the other. I leaned forward and buckled each ankle strap. Sitting upright again, I spread my legs apart as I peeled the tank top from my damp body.
"Now show me."
My breasts were exposed, the curves of my cleavage shadowed from the faint orange street light glowing from a half of a block away. Before him, I would have been disconcerted with my body and all of my perceived imperfections, even in this faint light. Since him, I was not embarrassed of my curves, but aroused. I sat as erect as possible, licked my fingertips and slid my hands down to their corresponding nipples. I pinched and rolled them between my fingers. I could feel the arousal heightening inside my body. He liked to watch, and I liked him watching. I held his eye contact as I leaned my head forward and took one of the rock hard nipples in between my own teeth. "Ample" had an advantage in this situation. I flicked my tongue back and forth as he slowly took another drag off of the cigarette. After moments of breast gratification, I let my hands glide down into the top my underwear and I slide them quickly off of my body, lifting my bottom ever so slightly to accommodate this action.
My body tingled with every touch of my own hands. I broke my beloved eye contact and let my close as I slowly slid one finger at a time into myself, ending at three. I heard movement from his direction. I dare not open my eyes or lift my head. He forbade it. As instructed, I continued to slide my fingers in and out of my womanhood until I sensed he was nude. My breath became labored with each push in and withdraw out, but no moans escaped my throat. With the accurate perception of disrobing completed, I lifted my head and saw his naked body appear from the back illuminated corner he had previously occupied. His naked body came closer to me. I closed my legs. The heels made a distinguishable click on the floor. He stopped less than a foot in front of me. He dropped to his knees silently. I felt his hands on the damp flesh of my smooth thighs. He spread my legs apart slowly with his hands until my legs would go no further, my most feminine of regions exposed fully for his taking.
It had become ceremony for this "man of the darkness" to come in from my unlocked front door and have me this way. Our names never passed from our lips to each other. I had forgotten weeks ago one night, in a moment of exhaustion, to lock the front door before I went to bed. I awoke to find him sitting in the plush lounge chair, smoking a cigarette. I was terrified and he sensed it. He had told me he would leave at that moment if I did not want him there. He had told me that he would not lay one hand upon my body unless I wanted him to. He was not there to rape me, or to murder me, but to satisfy me, if I chose to have him. The only stipulation was that if I said yes to him, I would do as instructed, and never question him as to his directives, the penance for doing so was his absence from my life from that point on, with no chance of redemption. I agreed willingly, true lust and satisfaction my only motivation.
He touched the outside of my vaginal lips upwards and down with his hands. He brought me to the edge of climax, and stopped. He liked teasing me this way. I wanted him so desperately inside of me at that moment, but I knew it would come, all in due time.
