by Writing Shark
A warm evening
“Master!” You can barely drop your jacket as Sophie comes hopping excitedly through the hallway and falls into your arms. Her light body presses against you and the first thing you notice is the warmth that fills her cheek as she presses her face against yours. You also smell the light scent that seems to be forming, pleasant and gentle, as you reflexively close your arms around her. “I missed you so much.”
You can’t help it, don’t really want to. It feels good to be welcomed home like this. Your job today wasn’t exhausting but still it feels different than returning to your empty apartment. Sophie is happy and energetic and makes you put her on her dainty feet with a satisfied smile.
“Hey you’re wearing different clothes,” you remark, looking at the white, long-sleeved shirt of fine cotton and her knee-length beige pants. Her hair falls smoothly over her shoulders and her eyes shine at you.
“Yes Master. Trent gave me a little collection to take with me.” She turns in front of you on one leg and clasps her hands behind her back. “I hope I look good for you Master.” Of their own accord, your eyes wander to her palm-sized breasts pressed forward into the soft fabric by her posture. You think back to that morning, her intusiastic blowjob, and something else strikes you.
“Wait, come here again.” Giggling, she throws herself at you again and a second time you feel her body. “You’re warm. Hot, even.”
“Yes Master” she beams “I’ve had something to eat and drink and now I’m full of energy.”
“I can see that” you laugh as she bobs up and down in front of you, looking at you intently.
“I still have to experiment a bit with the quantities” she admits. “But I’m ready to serve you.” And this time you don’t hesitate.
“Will you stow my stuff, please?” She sqeals happily and obeys your command.
“Wow” you marvel as you see the table.
“I didn’t know what you wanted to eat so I prepared some more.” That’s an understatement. The table bends under the weight of the food on it, and with a bite in your stomach you realize that Sophie must have processed the entire contents of the refrigerator.
You don’t get angry, even though you’re a little worried about the money. But Sophie is happy as a puppy about the service she gave you, so you don’t want to reprimand her. Not much in any case.
“That was really too much food Sophie” you say as you sit down. “We don’t have that much money.” Her expression softens a bit.
“Sorry Master. I just wanted you to have something you like to eat.” You try to smile at her encouragingly.
“That’s okay,” you say, reaching into the mountain of food. “Sit down.” Sophie obeys. “And eat something.”
“Oh my reserves are already filled” she says overjoyed.
“Then I’ll give you one rule” you say “It’s nice that you cook for me, but I’d like to eat with you.”
“I can still have something to eat Master.”
“No, that’s okay. But next time we can eat together, yes?”
“I would like that very much Master.”
If all challenges are this easy then I can do it.
“I don’t know Master, you decide please.”
“Really? What if you don’t like it?”
“I just want to be with you Master. And I want to know what you like.”
“Okay.” You slide a DVD into your game console and start the movie. “Who would have thought that the biggest turn on is that I get to pick the movie” you laugh as you drop down on the sofa next to Sophie. Immediately she is at your side and snuggles up to you.
“You know, Master,” she whispers as the credits roll, “I can turn you on in other ways.” She’s not demanding, she’s a quick learner, but she makes her desire clear.
“You said I control you?” you say softly.
“Yes Master.”
“Then do as I say.” And as Sophie snuggles up to you it’s a good night.
And then it’s you who puts your arm around her. In the middle of the movie Sophie feels your skin on her neck. She flinches slightly, then sighs happily and looks at you with big, loving eyes.
The truth is that you need this act of masculinity as much as she needs your touch. Of course, your relationship is weird. Sophie just gave you a BJ and you haven’t even kissed her yet. But Trent was right, too. Sophie really does make it easy for you, and judging by the deeply satisfied look she gives you, she was hoping for this action.
No, you realize. She brought it about.
Somehow Sophie sensed that it was also her persistence that was holding you back. Now she leans against you, purring contentedly, and feels your fingers on her shoulder while your body heat charges her even further.
And with that, the barrier that has held you back until now, breaks away.
“Thank you,” you murmur, feeling her hair against your neck.
“For what Master?” She doesn’t look at you, concentrating on the movie you like, but also on you.
“For letting me be me,” you mean, “That’s really generous of you.”
“I like that you like me” she whispers back and you shake your head slightly.
“You really always know what to say, don’t you?” Sophie giggles.
“You treat me well Master. I’m grateful for that.” Then she does turn to you. “Your behavior has enabled a new routine in me. Shall I demonstrate it for you?”
“Now?” You look at her curiously. She nods her head eagerly. “Okay.” Sophie turns to you, wiggles her head, relaxes, and looks deeply into your eyes.
“The movie is boring and I don’t understand what’s happening. Let’s fuck instead.” You just stare at her but Sophie remains serious. So long until her face breaks into a mischievous grin. “I’m able to don’t always know what to say” she beams.
“That… you… you little bitch.” Your laugh is hearty and after making sure she hasn’t gone too far Sophie joins in as well. You push her lightly and she pushes you back and as the movie draws to a close you are wrestling with your friend as you would know each other for years.
Writing Shark 