When he turns me around;
"On your knees, put your hands on the wall." he spits urgently, and I waste no time following through on his command while he rids himself of his trainers and shorts.
I drop to my knees and spread my palms on the cool paint, panting and impatient. He grabs my hips tightly, and I jerk under his hold, but he doesn't ease up. He pulls my hips back slightly, knees my legs apart and positions himself behind me.
"Don't come until I say now. Understand?" He orders.
I nod and clench my eyes shut to try and ready myself for the onslaught of power that I'm about to welcome into my body. I should know by now that when he is like this, no amount of mental psyching up can prepare me for him.
