Yes it is – it is a Microfantasy Monday Post. Go read the rest and give Ang Kudos! I give you this weeks theme: Training.
“Are you sure,” I asked carefully. “You can still back out. I won’t think less of you.”
“No Ma’am. I can do this,” came the reply.
I sensed the tenseness in your voice but there was resolve too. I walked around. A drop of sweat trickled down your face as you stood there unmoving. I let my hands brush against your skin. Such a lovely feeling – soft skin over hard muscles.
I paused in front of you – watching your eyes as they looked at the wall behind me. I waited for your reaction as I let my hand cup your breast, pinching a nipple lightly. Another drop of sweat followed the first but you stood unflinching.
I had pushed you hard these last few months. Now for the final test. If you could pass this one then you would have earned your place in my house. I looked at you proudly. I had known the first time I had seen you. I had known that we would make it to this day.
“She’s all yours ladies and gentleman. Let her final training begin.”
Microfantasy Monday – er Friday theme is geekery. Go thank Ang and check out the other entries.
I followed the sound of keys clacking down the hall past several open doors. The building was quiet. Not surprising since it was a holiday weekend. My heels brought their own echo to the halls as I headed to the room at the end. The soft swish of silk followed me as I stepped through the door, following the typing sounds.
I spotted you hunched over a desk, surrounded by a panoramic view of your universe. I stopped to study you as you worked seemingly undisturbed by my intrusion. The well-worn tshirt did nothing to disguise the tightly bunched muscles of your arms. I wondered idly how you got them, knowing that working out wouldn’t be your style.
I watched the images flash past on the screens: women tied, in positions of submission; men wielding paddles on soft pink skin. I’d set you the task of researching information for my new book. So far it seemed you were hard at work. In looking over the temp agencies offering I’d picked you out because you were an unashamed geek. I knew you’d be thorough; obsessed even.
I bent forward and whispered in your ear, “I see you wasted no time in immersing yourself in your search.” From my position over your shoulder I could see that the work was having a nice effect on you.
You mumbled something but didn’t even pause in your work. I felt the smile spread across my face. It’s a good thing you couldn’t see me or you’d realize that I was having the same type of internal thoughts you were, but with a little role reversal. I’d be enlisting you to help me advance my rope knotting skills very, very soon.
Ang’s Microfantasy theme this week is forgetting.
Sights and sounds still fill me,
A simple thought
And I am there.
You are there.
The feel of your neck
Beneath my fingers,
Of your breath
Against my neck.
The sheets clutched in my hands
As you pressed me,
As you bit flesh,
Made me moan.
The look on your face
Eyes closed,
Body straining
Against my fingers.
As I sit here far from you,
I can not forget
All the sights and sounds.
And I miss you.