I can’t take my eyes off it, looking for the slightest movement, heart thumping with tense anticipation.
Of course, Sir is the only person who’ll come through that door. He knows the room number, knows what he’s instructed. But what if someone gets mixed up and walks in my room by mistake? Or maybe one of the cleaners left a cloth in the bathroom and comes to find it? Yes, it’s unlikely but when you’re kneeling naked at the end of the bed with a crop clutched between your teeth it kinda makes you a little jumpy.
So between paralysing fear that some stranger will walk in and find me in this compromising position and the ache in my jaw from holding this crop tightly for the last—well it feels like forever but it might be just three or four minutes—there’s only a small part of my mind conscious of just how much I’m turned on.
As soon as he comes in though, then I’ll be able to think of nothing else.