My wrists are bound together behind my back. On my knees on the bed, bent over so my shoulders are down on the mattress, I wait for you. Naked, my nipples are aching and hard, and I'm already so wet in anticipation of your arrival. Silently begging you to hurry, please hurry, please come to me to satisfy my longing, my lust, the sheer need I have for you, the need to feel your skin, your breath, your cock... Begging you in my head, but knowing you'll take your time - you love to make me wait for you.
I hear your keys in the lock and my pulse races as my breath quickens. You won't come to me immediately, but will take your time hanging up your coat, checking the mail - the usual things one does when first arriving home. Your footsteps sound in the hallway behind me and I hold my breath for a moment, but let it out again slowly when you pass by the doorway with no words to me. I wait a moment, tense and ready, but still you make me wait. I'm lost in thought, in my need for you when you enter - you don't speak, but I hear the metallic jangle of your belt buckle coming undone, the quick zzzip, and your pants falling to the floor. Your hands are on my hips, gripping hard, pulling me to you, and in one long, easy stroke, you're deep inside me.