Stollen Moments

So, Sir had traveled all week.  

He's typically so busy and stressed when he's gone,
we talk regularly, but he exerts no D/s.  
We just do what we need to do.
I parent and take care of the house (Mommy-Domme)
He works his ass off (Corporate-Dom)

Typically when that happens, 
I have a hard time switching back from Mommy-Domme mode
and he has a tough time, because he's typically exhausted.

While he was gone, our phone calls were frequent. 
Our conversations weren't sexual in nature,
but he stood for no disrespect and he kept me on my toes.

On his way home from the airport, 
he told me of things he wanted to do…
he literally took my breath away.

When he came home, he was attentive,
and claiming
and consistent

We had a day all about 
Stolen moments

He'd frequently 
touch,
caress,
kiss,
pinch.

He'd whisper of 
spankings,
Dildos,
plugs,
kneeling,
fucking.

In the late morning,
with kids occupied,
we passed in the kitchen,
and He pulled me in for a kiss.

He deepened the kiss and 
His hand dipped under my shirt.
He held my waist and then,
roamed up.
He slipped his hands under my bra
and his fingers circled my nipple.

They peaked quickly.
He quickly removes his hand and 
removes my bra. 
"I want this to stay off the rest of the day, fiona."
"Yes, Sir." I quickly reply.

He resumes, 
kissing,
fondling,
pinching.

My breathing shallows.

He quickly pulls back and 
takes my arm and 
turns me around and 
pushes me over the island
the cold, smooth, marble, island.

He spanks me…once.
my breath catches half way and I have to 
inhale to catch my breath.

I want.

I so want.

I arch my back slightly, wanting more.
"Tell me."
"Please, Sir."
He spanks and before the sting registers,
"Please, Sir."

"Please, Sir."

*Spank*

"I bet you wish your pants were down."

"Yes, Sir."

"Take them down, fiona."

I quickly unbutton my jeans and take them down.

He puts his hand on the small of my back,

keeping me firmly pressed onto the island.

His hands caress my ass.

His hands reach around.

His fingers curl under my panties and 

he quickly pushes his fingers inside.

"You're pretty wet, fiona."

He's checking my arousal.  Oh, my goodness.

He never does that.  It's so erotic to me!

He fingers me and gets me so close.

I hear him open a drawer with his other hand.

He removes something.

"Ask"

"Please, Sir.  Please spank me!"

This time he spanks.

It's hard.  Cold.

Cold that turns my ass hot.

It's that blasted metal spatula!

He spanks and spanks.

"I bet you wish your panties were down."

"Yes, Sir."

"Take them down, fiona."

He quickly puts his fingers inside of me.

Oh god, I'm so wet!

I can hear the slickness as he …

AAHHHhhhhhhhh

He's fingering me and … I so want to cum!

He abruptly removes his fingers.

"I'm going to spank you six times, fiona.

Count each one."

*Spank*
"one"
exhale
*Spank*
it's harder, he's increasing his strength.
"two"
exhale

*Spank* 
"three"
panting

*Spank*
"four"
I'm panting…I'm so close

*Spank*
"five"

*Spank*
"sixxxxxxx"

Oh my god, I needed this.  

I needed him.

I needed, to cum!