I had gotten out of bed early in the morning and prepared a roast with all the trimmings to put into the oven and slow cook. It was a good thing I hadn’t procrastinated because I had 2 hours until he was to be home from work. That was barely enough time to get cleaned up from my job and prepare myself for him, but I had to make it happen. I promised him from day one that our home would be our safe place away from the everyday stresses, and I did my best to keep it that way.
I preheated the oven while I prepared my bath: hot, hot water (it cools so quickly!), vanilla bubble bath, and a touch of lavender oil for calming. As I stood there in the kitchen waiting for the oven to tell me it was ready for real cooking, I realized how ready I was for some cooking of my own. I began taking off my work clothes little by little just to get ahead of the game. Oh, I only removed my blouse and skirt, but standing in the kitchen in my lace panties and bra gave me goose bumps and made my nipples hard against my lace.
We had made it a habit of having sex as an appetizer and for dessert. Thankfully, we both had a healthy appetite. It never got old with us. Somehow, we always had fun with our sexual encounters and it was always different. Neither of us ever knew what was in store. It was amazing.
The “Ding!” of the oven woke me from my daydream. I slid our dinner onto the top rack and set the timer. It was time to get into that bath. Minutes were melting away, and I had no time to spare. I gathered my work clothes and ran up the stairs. I’m sure it was a sight that he liked, since he was always chasing me up to the bedroom. Sometimes he would yell, “Stop!” just as I got to the bottom of the stairs. He would tell me, “Slowly” and I would walk up the stairs, one by one, his eyes on me from below. I could feel him watching my ass as my long legs carried me upwards, feel him watching my arms as my hands gracefully gripped the banister. He knows every inch of me and I love that about him.
Cleaning a dirty girl
I got to the bathroom just in the nick of time. The bubbles were towering above the lip of the garden tub, and it was so steamy that my skin immediately felt damp. I slipped out of my bra and panties and slowly lowered myself into the hot, hot water. It took a minute for my body to get over the shock, but I always like the pink glow on my skin from the heat. It reminds of how my tight little ass looks after he has spanked me a few times for being bad. Oh, he is so good to me!
As I trailed the bubbly sponge over my skin, I couldn’t help but notice I still had goosebumps. I was excited for him to come home. My nipples almost hurt, they were so erect. I needed to calm down just a little. I reached under the bubbles and slowly stroked my pussy. My lips were already swollen with anticipation and sensitive to the hot water. I pressed my fingers a little deeper to greet my clit. It was also thrilled and anticipating the attention.
I couldn’t help but press a little harder. I rubbed and pet my pussy until I could barely touch myself without moaning. It felt so good and all I could think about was his mouth on me, licking me, sucking me, nibbling at me and making me squeal with delight. I slightly slid my finger into my tight little pussy and felt the heat from within my pink walls. It seemed warmer than the bath, but more delightful. I leaned back a little farther, propped a leg up on the tub side, and slid another finger inside myself. Oh, it felt so good!
I exposed my nipples to the chilly air, and I thought he would be rather impressed with how silky my breasts looked in the bath water, but more so with my nipples pointed to the sky as I lay on my back. I’m so lucky to have a man that loves my tits. I rubbed one hand over my nipples and a slight pain from being so erect made me moan. How could something that was uncomfortable still bring such pleasure?
Releasing energy
I closed my eyes and began pumping my pussy with my slender fingers. They would never compare to what he would do to me, but I had to release a little energy before he got home. I kept my thumb pressed hard on my clit, rubbing it as I fucked myself with my fingers in that hot, hot water. I pinched and tweaked my nipples, sending shock waves through my body. Pain and pleasure. I needed it all. I wanted it all.
More and more, deeper and deeper, I fucked myself until my legs tightened and a quiver spread through my body. The moan that escaped my lips startled me a little as I came with such force I literally couldn’t control myself. I held tight to my clit, my fingers resting on the soft patch inside my walls, as I finished cumming and my body relaxed.
When I brought my hands to the surface to wipe the sweat from my brow, I heard the floorboards squeak. Startled, I looked to the doorway to see him with his perfect cock in his hand, smiling.
“This was a show worth coming home early for, Kitten,” he said.
I blushed. I did not know how long he had been watching.
“According to the oven timer, we have just enough time for me to punish you for cumming without me,” he said with a grin. “Finish rinsing and come see me in the bedroom.”
“Yes Sir, I’ll be there,” I said. We didn’t have a true Dom/sub relationship, but I welcomed the control he took when he took it.
I stood from the tub on quivering legs and patted myself dry. I slipped a tiny white nightie over my silken skin and walked towards the bedroom. It was there that I would really be in hot, hot water.
*Look for Part 2 Stinging Satisfaction*