What She Wanted

Part 3 of 8

I could hear her breathing, or was it mine? Like the rain that fell around me, she consumed my world. Was that thunder or my heartbeat? Did it shake the gazebo, vibrate the very air around me? Or was that just my desperate cunt throbbing, my clit pulsing? All I could see was the weathered wood of the structure and her slender legs peeking out from the shadows. They were long, slender, toned and leading up to what I’d had the briefest glimpse of - a triangle of black satin. That was all there was of her now. Her legs, her toes and the promise of the rest of her hidden in the shadows now, while I knelt naked and exposed in the wet grass.

I blinked away the rivulets of rain running down my face, my eyes searching the shadows for her face, a hint of her satisfaction, the merest suggestion of her pussy. But I couldn’t stop what she was doing to me, didnt’t want to stop feeling what I was feeling, shivering there in the cold early afternoon downpour, my dress and shoes far behind me, where I’d knelt, tears welling in my eyes until her words had drawn me up and into the rain. I’d crawled behind her, naked and shivering, yet aflame with desire.

“Who’s my pretty princess?” she’d said as she walked by, and I’d followed without a reply after stripping off my dress, kicking off my heels, showing her what was hers.

I shuddered, mouth open and taking in deep lungfuls of cool, wet air, then exhaling wisps of fog and a melody of gasps and grunts and whimpering as my cunt ground against the heel of one of her green galoshes. Just ahead of me, I’d seen her kick off the boots as she stepped out of the wet grass and onto the dry wood of the backyard gazebo. Then she’d turned, her eyes on fire, and she’d looked down at and through me, her voice commanding, yet soft, inviting. I felt her words pierce me, like electricity through my every nerve and ending all in my neglected clit. Her clit. “Stop right there and show me how desperate that pretty little pussy is, princess.” She turned, and the shadows swallowed her up.

The stories she’d written, the words she’d scrawled across my screen were all about that pretty princess who served her Mistress, was punished in all the ways I wanted to be punished, and who gave away all her orgasms to the one she worshiped. And here was that moment when all of the stories came true. I’d longed for it, dreaded it, dreamt feverish dreams about it, waking up aching, throbbing, needy, tears in my eyes as I reached between my legs and then pulled my fingers away at the last moment - so close to the cunt, the clit, the pouting, swollen lips that I wanted her to tease and torture. I laid there, humping the pillow between my legs, reliving my husbands slaps, the way he growled in my ear while he fucked my ass and punished the cunt that I confessed to him over and over was hers. It was the only relief from the need that threatened to drown me.

I woke him too many nights to take more punishment, to beg for his cock, to drown in his newfound dominance while also having it drilled into me with each and every stroke of his beautiful dick filling my ass that my body didn’t belong to me anymore and my pretty little princess pussy was only there to help me descend deeper into submission. He was relentless, and I hoped beyond hope she would be, too. And now I was finding out.

What I’d seen of her on the porch - what seemed like ages ago - was a blur of long, dark hair, a pale complexion, a black tee and the tiniest triangle of black cloth covering the subject of my dreams. What I saw now, the focus of my vision, were her toes, wet from the wind-blown rain. No heels, no polish, no pretense, just my fantasy come true and the words from her texts, instructions that I’d learned by heart. I stared, willing myself to move despite my terror, her words playing across my mind. All I wanted was to press my lips to her skin, make that first contact, my pink lips to her pink flesh as I laid a reverent kiss upon each toe, one after the other. ‘You will learn what worship means,’ she’d written, ‘from head to toe,’ but I would begin at the bottom because a pretty pink princess lives ‘on her knees.’

My lips would linger on the last, baby toe, afraid to let it go lest she be dissatisfied or displeased, send me back to the car. First impressions, she’d said, were what mattered most, and I understood I wouldn’t make it past her front door if I didn’t give it my all. My breath caught when she stopped me there in the grass, the words of her command, her expectation echoing in my head; “Show me how desperate that pretty pussy is, princess.”

I lingered there, on all fours, confused, heart racing as my mind tried to shift back into gear, to show her, to demonstrate how needy I was, how desperate I’d become for her. I’d given up orgasms, even touching, until I was a throbbing, single-minded mess with her words trailing across my mind all day and night, dreams of her silky pussy and the taste of her cum clouding my thoughts.

Thunder crawled across the sky, or was that her voice? And then the rain started in harder, whipped by the breeze, shooting up through my legs, the clouds releasing their burden, a cruel irony as mine remained pent up and ever so slowly leaking down my thighs day in and day out. How could I show her how wet and needy I was if the rain was pouring down, drenching everything, even me, and washing away what had become so obvious over the last several weeks.

I’d taken to carrying handkerchiefs with me now to wipe up after myself after I’d sit - at work, at home, in restaurants. I soaked my panties daily, and then my husband had forbidden me wearing them. I soaked my jeans, my workout shorts, and I’d taken to darker colored clothing to make it less noticeable. But now, here in this downpour, naked and shivering, there was no way to show her what had become so obvious elsewhere.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw the answer, when I realized how to show her. And suddenly I felt that warm plume of desire, of surging need burning through the freeing rain, driving me beyond the pure and unadulterated humiliation of what I was about to do. My body was already in motion, my cunt guiding me to it without thought, the heel of her boot there in the grass just inches from the gazebo, so close to her she could see, couldn’t she? How much I ached for her. Goddess, please see me.

I lurched ahead, like an animal in heat and spread my legs wide, my knees sliding across the wet grass until I was low enough to catch the edge of the boot, the hard rubber of the rounded heel covered in grass and dirt and glistening just as I knew my cunt was. And then my clit found purchase, and I cried out, a long, steady wail of unmet need and desperation, my eyes rolling back in my head, my hips grinding down, down, down until there was nothing.

Nothing but her coming out of the shadows, eyes aflame, the rain catching in her hair as she leaned in closer, closer, filling my world with her presence, and her lips pressed against mine.

Author’s Notes: Again, I’m thinking of what happens in the next serial. I wrote this maybe two years ago now, so I’ve had lots of time to plan.