jealousy2

The ride home was spent in silence. Each time Amber began to speak, she
would turn to Kevin and close her mouth. At one point she thought of
reaching out to touch him, but the stiffness with which he held his body made
her reconsider. In the six months they had been together, she had never
seen this side to him and had no idea of how to respond.

As soon as he pulled in the drive and killed the engine, Kevin was out of the
car and headed to the door without even a glance back. Amber finally caught
up to him at the door. Deciding that she had had enough of this, she reached
out and laid a hand gently on his back "Kev?"

She felt his body jerk away from her touch as he opened the door. Still he
remained silent. Not really knowing what else to do she followed him in and
watched as he paced the living room. Again breaking the silence she said,
"Honey what's going on?"

"Amber I really don't want to talk about this right now." The anger clear in
his voice.

"Then what do you want?"

A devious smile spread across his face. "I want you to go downstairs."

A shiver of delight ran through her. His unspoken implication clear to her.
As she turned toward the basement door and headed down the stairs, Amber
began to think that this was a new twist to their little game. They had been
experimenting with bondage and domination and both enjoyed it, so much so
that they had set up the basement as their little play place.

She enjoyed being the one in control. The rush of having him do whatever she
said, having him at her mercy, was as much of a turn-on as his touch.
But to be dominated by him. Well, some of the most intense encounters they
had shared had been those. The nervousness, the excitement, the pain, the
pleasure. The mingling of the emotions driving her wild with desire.

At the most random, and often most inappropriate times, such as the night
they had dinner with her parents, she would have thought of him as her
master. She only prayed that her thoughts could not be read on her face.

She wondered what he had in mind for tonight. She knew what he would expect
when he joined her and set to work. Quickly she unlocked the chest of toys
and laid the assortment out on the table that sat along one wall. Next she
moved the plants and pictures that camouflaged the various hooks on the wall
and ceiling. Finally she removed her clothes and stood at the foot of the
stairs. Even though she could tell by the sound of his movements from above
that he was not coming down, she took the submissive stance she knew he would
demand. Legs slightly spread, hands behind her back, one hand clasped around
the other wrist, and her head bowed.

Amber felt as if she were waiting an eternity, but having removed her watch
with her clothes, she had no idea how long it had actually been. She
entertained the thought of sitting on the couch until she heard the sounds
that would indicate he was coming to her, but quickly dismissed it. He would
be there when he was ready and for tonight she was his to command.

From time to time she would hear him move from one room to another. At one
point she was fairly sure she had heard him climb the stairs to their
bedroom, but the interceding floor muffled the sounds too much for her to be
certain.

Her curiosity nearly got the better of her when she heard the doorbell ring
and the muffled sounds of a conversation. She could only wonder who was
there and what was being said.