One Week for Sir (part 4) by ra'naa

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She looked up to him, aware of every movement and sound he makes as he bends over slowly, the smell of him filling her senses, and softly kisses her forehead. The warmth of his breath teasing her skin.

All of a sudden, she feels her hands free, and they drop to the bed. He stands above her, his tall frame towering over her, his eyes drinking her all in.

"Now my girl", his voice, deep, almost lyrical with a slight southern accent, each word caressing her ears. "You are dressed as you should be, but is that where you should be?" She looks up to him, a grin on his chiseled face.

It took her a moment, then she realizes what he wants. She quickly moved to the floor, sitting on her heels, her firm legs open wide, pressing her shoulders back, accentuating, her tight flat stomach, her dark wavy hair cascading over her pert breasts, and down her back, her hands palms waiting for whatever he chooses to give her. She’s quick to move her eyes to the floor locking them on his shoes, black polished to a mirror finish, not wanting to lose sight of him for a moment.

Every step he took toward her seem as if in slow motion. He then stops in front of her, brushing her hair behind her ear, and raising her chin a bit. "That's better". He then pulls a chair from the desk and takes a seat.

“Who owns you girl?”

As soon as he says *those words*, she feels the tension and any remaining uncertainty leave her body and her thoughts. They have performed this ritual so many times it’s a part of her. No doubt, no mistake, the answer is clear.

“I am owned by, Master” The words flow from her lips as easily as her own name, maybe just a bit easier. She had met other ‘Dominants’ before, off of Fetlife and CollarMe but all they wanted was to get her into bed; for them it was all about sex. She should have known he was going to be different, he is Master.

They then complete the ritual she’s performed in some manner hundreds of times before. He authoritative voice questioning her on things he expects HIS girl to know, at times switching positions or adjusting her current one. When she felt brave, she’d peek up and see him staring at her intently.
After what seemed like forever, she heard him rise and walk over to her, stopping just to her right, the back of his hand brushing the side of her cheek as he softly murmurs “My good girl”.

Holding his hand out to her, and she takes it, and effortlessly, rises to her feet before him. Wrapping his strong arms around her small frame, he pulls her into him, bringing her onto her tip toes. The smell of him was intoxicating, like soap and man and something else - Dominant(?); all she knew was it made her senses sharp and body feel alive for the first time in ages. She never wanted to leave this spot ever. She felt his lips touch her cheek as he softly kissed her, moments before letting her go causing every fiber of her body, to scream in protest.

“My girl, we have reservations tonight. You have exactly 30 minutes to ready yourself. You’ll find what you are to wear in a bag in the closet.” With that he starts for the door. “I’ll be downstairs at the bar waiting.” just then a smirk comes over his face “and don’t forget your new rule girl”. With that he swiftly walked out the door.  Continue to Part 5

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