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The Wait

The Wait by Kilted Wookie
She knelt, naked, head bowed, eyes downcast, enduring his scrutiny. Her hands were raised above her head; an offering, an act of supplication; his thick leather belt draped across them. It was an admission of her guilt, an acknowledgement of the need to be punished.
She could feel his eyes burning into her, making her feel more naked than the simple absence of clothes. It felt as if he was staring directly into her soul.
A shiver ran up her spine; not of cold, but of anticipation. She could feel herself growing wetter as his gaze lingered upon her.
As he walked around her, his silence was her rebuke, an acknowledgement of her transgressions. Her heart beat in time to his slow, measured footsteps. The increasing moisture between her thighs grew more uncomfortable with every step he took.
She dare not move, but allowed herself a small shudder of delight as he lifted his belt from her hands. She flinched with delighted anticipation as he snapped the folded leath…