Christine lived for Fridays. That was the night that her husband went off to his friend’s house and watched movies, played videogames and for all Christine knew, went cruising for hookers into the late hours of the night. It was the night that her husband was so busy being a male jerk with his guy friends that he didn’t give a rat’s ass what Christine did with her time.
He actually thought she hung out with her coworkers for drinks.
It was Friday morning but Christine was here, parking in her lover’s driveway instead of heading to work. She slammed the door to the car and rushed up the steps. Usually they don’t meet till after she got off work but this morning, he sent her a text message requesting her to stop by before heading to work. No explanation was offered, but that wasn’t unusual. Christine’s lover was not the explaining type.
He answered on the third knock. Christine groaned when she saw he was dressed only in his boxers. The cock she had grown to love was pushing against the loose fabric. It was hard and Christine thought she knew why he had called.
“I don’t have time,” Christine said. “I’ll be late for work.”
“Yes you will be late,” he said. “So start working on your excuse now.”
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He took her hand and pulled her gently into his house. The closing of the door sealed off the outside world and Christine went to kiss him. He kissed her back but broke it off much too soon.
“Open your blouse,” he said. “Quickly.”
She obeyed. Her fingers moved fast under the urgency of his command. She bared herself to him, hoping that he appreciated the scarlet bra she had picked for their rendezvous tonight.
Instead, he reached for a purple marker he had set beside the door. He uncapped it and turned back towards her. While she held her blouse open, he reached inside her bra and pulled her breast out of the cup.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Making you a promise for tonight,” he said. Across the top of her nipple he very carefully wrote a four letter word. The pen was cold against her skin and Christine shivered. Then she shivered again as she read what he had written.
It was the word ‘BITE’.
He gave her nipple a very brief, almost reverent kiss and then he blew across the letters to make them dry faster. Then he put her breast back into her bra cup. Her lover reached into the other cup and pulled her breast free. Christine stood there, still holding her blouse open as he wrote another word across this nipple with the cold marker.
This time the word was ‘PINCH’.
He blew again across the letters and Christine moaned. She looked down to see her nipple was hard but somehow, she knew that he wouldn’t fulfill that promise right now. She would have to wait all day till tonight.
“Turn around and show me your back,” he said.
Christine turned around. He used much bigger letters this time as he wrote across her shoulders. As he wrote, she slowly figured out what he wrote by the chills he made on her back.
He wrote, ‘MOUNT ME’.
“Put your blouse on and take off your pants,” he said.
Christine did as he said. She worried about the ink staining her blouse but she still did as he asked. Clothes can be washed or replaced. Her lover’s pride in her was much harder to replace.
She dropped her pants to her ankles. Christine went ahead and slid her black panties down as well. Her body was tingling and she wanted to make sure her lover made promises everywhere.
He didn’t disappoint. Kneeling down so that he was eye level with her sex, he took his pen in hand and wrote right above her pubic hair line. Painstakingly he wrote his word and when she realized what it was, she couldn’t help clench at the thought.
The word was ‘FUCK’.
His hand gripped around a thigh and forced her legs apart. Above the knee and stretching in large letters towards her sex he wrote his word. The marker no longer chilled her but then again, perhaps it was the heat of the promises of tonight that kept her toasty.
He wrote ‘PART’.
Christine could feel how wet she was when he wrote the same word on her other thigh. Forget work. Forget her husband. Forget all the hundreds of reasons she should not be here. Christine just wanted to crawl into the bedroom and surrender to her lover all day today, tomorrow and for the rest of your life.
“Turn around,” he said.
Hobbled by her pants and panties around her ankles, Christine turned around the best she could. She felt his breath on her ass and her cheeks tightened. The bite she was expecting never came. Instead of sharp teeth, it was the wet tracing of the marker. Down each buttock, spaced perfectly along the curve of her bottom her wrote:
“Okay, pull your pants back up,” he said.
She groaned. No fingers on her sex. No slap of his hand on her bottom. No quick slip of his cock into her. He was really going to make her wait.
He stayed behind her as she redressed. It was a small relief because Christine wasn’t sure she couldn’t keep her face from scowling. He was making her late for work and making her terribly horny. She knew that tonight would all be worth it but for now, she was just frustrated and wet.
“Wait,” he said. His hand took a hold of her long hair and curled it around his fist. Christine swallowed hard. Maybe he would spank her after all.
Instead, she felt the marker touch her neck right below her hair. She knew that spot. It was where his jaws would come down on her when they made love. It was where he bit her like a tiger as he pushed himself inside her.
“Oh please, no,” she said. “People will see.”
“Not if you’re careful” he said.
She felt the words but she wasn’t ready for them. It took her by surprise, more so than anything else he did today. When he was done, he kisses her again on the lips and told her to go to work. In a daze she left his house. Marked nine times by him in ways no one would see. Ways no one should see.
When she got in her car, she took out her compact. It wasn’t east to hold her hair up and catch the reflection of the back of her neck in both the rear view mirror and the compact, but she did it. She only saw it for a moment before her eyes misted over. The purple letters were locked in her mind.
He had written, “LOVE ME”.
13 Responses to “Promises in Purple”
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Now THAT’S the way to start the day. Playing with exhibitionism, lust, tenderness. Very nice.
Damnation- Thanks :)
Wrygirl- I think every Friday should start this way :)
Wow! I want to read part 2 now please.
Erika- Sorry but part two takes place in your imagination :)
Lovely, I stumbled across your blog a few days ago. I’ve now read through the archives and it’s quite fun. Thank you, this was just the way to start my day.
Got something for you to read, if you haven’t checked already.
Lisavetta- You are very welcome. Nice thing about archives is no one is ever late to the party :)
I can’t imagine that story not putting a smile on the face (or perhaps a stain in her panties…) of virtually any sub/slave girl.
Thanks so much for sharing.
Oh wow, that was incredible. You are one very talented writer.
And… I have a feeling you are probably very talented in other areas as well.
Rey- Thank you for the kind words. I’m always looking to spread smiles and stains :)
rope girl- Thanks. How did you know I was so talented at grilled cheese sandwiches? :)
Love that. Nothing happened and I am wetter reading that then I get from reading many other more graphic stories.
The mind, it’s all in the mind.
Tess- Thank you very much, you made me smile today :)