So you kneel, raise your ass and bow your head. Perhaps you’ve kissed his hand, his feet, the floor. Suddenly you find yourself on hands and knees, unsure what happens next.
Perhaps you should be worried, but not about what happens next, because he knows exactly what you need, that much you do know. And so you wait.
Slowly your knees begin to hurt, but no matter, you can take it and the ache in your arms is discomfort at most. A slight tremble sets in, but your determination is greater.
You hear him come back into the room and though you are tempted to look up you know better. You refind your focus, bite your lip to concentrate back on maintaining your pose and blame the effort for your breathlessness.
You hear him move things around on the table and feel a slight shiver travel through your body. A tiny droplet of sweat builds on your upper lip. At least you can lick it up, which is more than can be said of the damp you can feel building between your legs.
You can hear him move closer but the movement in the air has nothing to do with the rising of your nipples. It seems your breasts have doubled in size in an effort to attract his attention, foolish though that may be.
The trembling in your legs is getting worse and your bottom lip joins in, you begin to wonder if this is fun and if you didn’t feel his eyes on you, surely you would run.
Except other parts of you are running, like your heartbeat and your juices and then there’s that shiver that travels across your skin when his warmth comes so close you can almost touch it.
But you can’t touch anything and so you wait, wondering whether your juices will hit the floor before the rest of you does. You wait, patiently, until suddenly you feel a finger at the bottom of your spine.
He touched you, you’re convinced he did. Suddenly your whole world moves to the bottom of your spine, and suddenly all you can do is feel the desperate aching need for that touch again. Because he touched you, he must have.
Suddenly everything makes sense, suddenly you know what you’ve been waiting for and the discomfort leaves your body to make room for a different sensation. You want to scream, you want to move, you want, you don’t even know what you want anymore.
Even if you could speak you could not explain how your whole body has just opened up and how you are completely focussed and centered almost as if you’ve been meditating. Because he touched you, or at least you think he did….
All you can do is feel that scream deep inside change to a sigh and your body drift onto another plane while you wait. And feel, completely His.