Random Fantasy Thought...

He reached for the phone, vibrating it's way off the side of the table. It was her. A smile crept across his lips, thoughts of the last tie playing across his mind. The message asked him if he was free at that moment. He replies with a simplistic 'no'. Two minutes later, a knock at the door.Through the eyepiece, he see's a wisp of golden hair, sheltered by the hood of it's owner. His heart wanted to leap then and there, he knew it would be soon. He opens the door to his 'guest'. She steps in from the darkness, fire playing across those grey eyes. She said not a single word, merely brushing past him, her finger sliding over the bulge within his jeans. She walks into the living room, lowering the zip of her jacket. He would only look on, he knew the they were playing. He knew she would punish him if he made a single move, even closing the door would call for the crop. He could only watch her slide the leather gracefully over her shoulders, revealing nothing but bare skin. She turns, throwing her jacket aside. He could not move. His heart wanted her, to envelope her body within his arms, but that crop, that crop that played and teased the skin of her arms and chest, biting and breaking the skin of his. She walks to him, heels clicking on the floor. She casts the crop aside, watching his startled reaction.

"You, my love, have been patient long enough..." were her only words to her. It was all he needed...