Your cock is beautiful – 26

I nodded and tried to inconspicuously jam the thing in my pocket, knowing that this could have been a disaster if it had been literally any other item that they’d found..

“You know, you shouldn’t really be opening my mail.” I said, trying to sound slightly offended. I still wasn’t sure this was really the final package, and wanted to make sure they wouldn’t do any more snooping.

“Sorry about that, didn’t mean to.” Dad said, “Just signed for it before even checking the name. We assumed it was for one of us.”

“We’ll check next time.” Mom agreed.

We talked for a little while, me getting some of the details of their trip, and them getting a heavily edited version of my time alone. Then I excused myself and ran up to my room.

I closed the door, wishing it had a lock on it, and opened my closet. I pulled out my suitcase, which I’d been referring to in my head as my “Bag of Tricks” and looked at my new collection. I won’t go into details just yet, but it was a selection of tools that any novice Dom would be lucky to own.

Looking at the complete collection, I felt the same rush of excitement that had been building with each new delivery. Mia was due back any day, and she’d have this waiting for her. Where would I even begin?

I realized I was grinning wildly, my imagination frantic with the possibilities of what I could do to her. I calmed myself down, deciding to refine the solid plans I’d been creating for each and every item before even letting Mia know they existed. So far with her I’d mostly been winging it, relying on half-plans and improvisation. But some of the things I’d acquired here… they were dangerous. I had to be absolutely sure of what I was doing.

Before I knew it, Stella was back home and babbling on about all the stuff she’d done in Paris. I was glad she’d enjoyed herself, but I couldn’t wait for the following Friday when I knew Mia would be coming over. It had been just over two weeks since our dinner, and I was eager to reunite with her.

To either punish or reward her.

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There was a soft knock at the door.

It was always the same two taps with her. Like the start of a joke. I stood up and crossed the room to the door, reaching out to let my fingers rest on the handle.

Then I hesitated.

I felt nervous. I hadn’t seen her for more than two weeks, even staying in my room all that evening to avoid her, knowing it would be more exciting for the first time I see her to be when she visited me.

Two weeks doesn’t sound like a lot of time, but it felt like months. Taking a second to steady myself, I let out a quick breath and pulled the door open.

I noticed her expression first, that look of complete shock at my answering the door. Wide, bright green eyes and soft, pouting lips.

She was wearing something new, something that I had to take a few seconds to fully absorb. It was just a simple, thin gray slip, completely see through, revealing plain black panties and a black bra.

She looked incredible.

Her usual negligee was more complicated than this, with intricate designs woven into it, and it was beautiful, but this…this was wonderfully simple. Just a barely existent layer of transparent material that showed off her body perfectly, but somehow hid enough to be tantalizing. It was almost elegant, in a way.

My eyes wandered down to her long legs to her feet, and of course her toenails were painted black to match. I let my eyes glide back up her gorgeous body, trying to memorize every detail I’d missed. I felt myself harden in my underwear as I met her eyes again. She seemed frozen by fear, not knowing how to react. Waiting for me to take control.

I stepped towards her and slid my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. She leaned in and our lips met in a ferocious kiss. I could feel my relief and enthusiasm echoed and returned by her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced wildly.

I suddenly pulled back from her. We couldn’t do this in the hallway.

I stood to the side and gestured for her to enter. She walked quickly past me, and I followed and closed the door. As I turned towards the room, she was suddenly there again, her face rapidly approaching mine. She kissed me hard and threw her body against me, slamming me against the door. I returned the kiss, and smiled at what I was about to do.

I slid my hand slowly up into her soft hair, and tightened my grip. I yanked her head away from mine, making her squeal. I held her by her hair and stared into her eyes.

It was like I could see every thought running through her head, every emotion bubbling to the surface on that beautiful face I knew so well. The lust, the disappointment, the excitement, and as always, the fear. That hint of terror that kept her on her toes, that made everything that much more exciting for her.

“Is this new?” I asked, keeping my voice calm and gentle.

I gestured to her body, her new outfit. She tried to nod, almost forgetting that she was still in my grip.

“Yeah… My mom helped me pick it out.” she said quietly.

As soon as she said it, she blushed and grimaced. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her embarrassment.

“So I have your mommy to thank?” I asked, not expecting an answer.

I liked the image of her wandering around Paris, getting Alice to buy her sexy clothes so she could dress up for me. I wondered if Stella had been there for that, whether she suspected that her best friend was actually dressing like a slut for her own twin brother.

“Did you have fun in Paris?” I asked casually.

“Yeah…” she sighed, “But I… I missed you.”

I pulled her by the hair, gently bringing her forehead to rest against mine. I noticed something interesting about how she moved. She didn’t anticipate my actions and tried to move with me, but neither did she resist. She just let herself be led, always being just slow enough that she was experiencing the full pain of my grip. Even when I was already hurting her she was submitting in her own small way.

“Have you been a good girl, sweetheart?” I asked, staring into her eyes.

“Yes.” she whispered quickly.

“You have?” I asked, smirking at her.

“Yes…” she repeated desperately.

“Yes… what?” I asked.