Service: A short tale

[Al****]

Service

The sound of the clock on the wall is deafening as she waits in that icy cold metallic chair for his arrival. Each tick bringing more anxiety than the previous one because she knows that he will be here. But, she cannot wait.

His messages were direct and consistent. He told her exactly what to wear, how to get to their agreed upon location, and what he expected for the evening. Each message echoed with trembling anticipation of his promises to show her something beyond the stars. He could melt her with a single phrase. And it made the wait even more worthwhile.

His last message....kept repeating in her mind.

Do not move one bit, my pet. Wait for my touch to find you...

She sat as still as a lake at daybreak. Her vaginal walls clenched a little as she ran through the scenarios in her mind. She wanted him to ravage her eternally. To kiss his lips. To feel his joy throbbing in her lap. To taste the ecstasy of a moment long over due. Her service to him and only him. To be desired in a way that would leave her without any doubts about him.

She wanted it more than the air in her lungs. But, the waiting was starting to become unbearable. An imagination as intense as hers never stopped thinking of all the deviant delights. It was *** to wait.

But, to all good things that come....there is the wait beforehand.

She waits to serve.

And that is when she hears the door creak open. Her heart catches in her throat....the moment is here....it has to be him, she thinks.

But it stops before opening completely. She inhales slowly and ***fully. She loves it when he makes her suffer just a little more. And he knows it.

[pr****]

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