Game on

His text had sent an electrical current through her body. A tingle of excitement stemming from her core.

30 minutes. Game on.

She knew what that meant.

She quickly changed into something she knew he would approve of. A simple black satin shift dress over her naked form. She tamed her long hair away from her face into a low ponytail.

Sitting herself on a stool at the breakfast bar, she waited.

Tick.

Tick.

Watching the clock slowly progress, the flutters in her stomach grew more rapid and more intense. She took some long breaths, trying to remain calm, but the excitement was building.

Tick.

Tick.

His key in the door at exactly thirty minutes brought her straighter in her seat. She smoothed her hair with her palms, then watched him enter the hallway. He placed his case carefully on the floor, removed his jacket and hung it above his bag. He looked briefly in her direction, his expression neutral, before performing his mock inspection of their apartment. He would “inspect” each room before deciding whether she would be spared a “punishment.” It was his favoured way of keeping her on edge, and she liked the anticipation. It kept her senses more heightened, feeling continually on the brink of arousal, knowing that the message could come at any time. Game on. It wasn't a control of her behaviour; it was their play time.

She waited patiently, trying to keep her breath even, but her pulse was racing. Just the sight...