Patience II (Audio Script)

Stories

I really didn’t expect to be in your apartment tonight.

In your bed, in my underwear, watching you pace back and forth between your closet and the bed while you pack your suitcase.

I usually spend weekends binge-watching TV on the couch or just catching up on sleep.

But you’re leaving tomorrow to spend a couple of weeks in Taiwan and you wanted to meet up before you left.

Your place is… different from mine.

Everything is so… sleek.

Smooth lines and polished surfaces.

I still don’t know much about you, but I honestly kind of prefer it that way.

It keeps things simple between us.

I come to you for one very specific thing and that’s all.

I tell stories about you in my head as I watch you walk around your room.

I bet you’re the kind of guy who meditates, or maybe journals every night before bed.

Or the reason you’re so neat and tidy is because you spent your formative years in military school.

That would explain the interest in strict discipline.

“Um… anyway, yeah, so a few days on the northern coast—there’s some great rock climbing there—and then we’ll just be hanging around Taipei.

My friend’s got some family there.”

“Nice.

I love that you and your guy friends take so many trips together.”

I play with one of the cuffs from your under-the-bed restraints, sliding the velcro through my fingers, wondering what it would feel like around my wrist.

I’ve been here for a little over half an hour and I’m getting antsy.

A little anxious about whatever’s coming.

I think you did this on purpose.

Invited me over just to make me watch you do some menial task, all the while I’m squirming in your bed, hardly able to think about anything but what you’re going to be doing to me.

“Okay, sorry you had to watch me do that incredibly boring task.

But thanks for your input on my outfit choices.

Now… what would you like to do tonight?

”

“I don’t really know.

I guess… No blindfold tonight.

I want to look at you while you… do whatever it is… you’re going to do.”

“Okay.

No blindfold.

What else?”

“Um… I… I don’t know.

I guess I was expecting you to… make all the decisions.”

“Oh, I will.

Once I have an idea of… what kind of itch you need scratched tonight.”

“Sorry, I’m not… not really used to this.”

“Used to what?”

“Asking for what I want.”

“Well, keep hanging around me and all that’s going to change.

It takes practice, vocalizing it.

Letting someone else in on the darkest corners of your mind.”

“Yeah, I can tell.

I haven’t had the best experiences when it comes to telling people that I’m into this kind of thing.

So, I just… locked it away, tried not to think about it. But what we did the other night?

It’s just… I feel like it brought out this other side of me.”

“In a good way?”

“A really good way, yeah.

It made me feel like…me.

Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do.”

You sit down beside me on the edge of the bed.

You slide your hand up my thigh and let it come to rest on my knee.

It’s a gentle movement, a gesture of care and affection that… honestly surprises me a little.

You’re just an inch or two away from my face.

Close enough that I catch a hint of sandalwood on your neck.

I can’t count how many times I’ve relived that first night in my head.

How many times the memory of the cuffs tightening around my wrists has popped into my head at work… while I’m cooking dinner… on the subway…

I’ve been on this… high… ever since.

I can’t explain it.

I feel… exhilarated?

Maybe even liberated…

“You know… you look really good tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“Tell me, in detail, what you want.”

“I love how much you teased me last time.

You touched me in… so many ways before we fucked…

I want to feel that again.

And… I guess I want you to be… more dominant?

I don’t really know how to explain it.”

“You want to be put in a submissive headspace.”

“Yeah, exactly.

Like, the more dominant you are, the most submissive I’ll feel.

But I want to reach that just through… like, words… instead of toys.

Does that make sense?”

“It does.

I seem to remember you getting quite a bit of pleasure from begging.”

“Yeah.”

“Is that what you want?

To beg for me again?”

“Yeah…”

“So… beg.”

Your lips are soft against mine and you wind your hand around the back of my head.

You pull me deeper into the kiss, swirling your tongue around my mouth.

You dig your fingers into my hips and roll me on top of you as you lie on your back.

Fuck, I wasn’t expecting you to be beneath me tonight, but… I kind of like the feeling.

The way you’re still controlling everything I do, even from on your back… the way your fingers thread into my hair and guide my mouth where you want it to be.

I can feel you starting to get hard inside your jeans.

I want to reach for it, want to undo your pants and take it out, but I don’t have permission. And damn that’s a good feeling.

“Do you remember your safe words?”

“Yeah.

Red.”

“Good.

Stay there.”

You shift from underneath me and slide off the bed, leaving me on all fours.

“Mm, you look good like that.”

“Are you ready to give yourself to me?”

“Yes…”

“Good.”

You hover on my left, but I don’t lift my head to see what you’re doing.

I only realize you’re restraining me when I hear the sound of velcro being pulled apart.

You wrap the cuffs from the under-the-bed restraints around my wrists.

You stand over me, watching, taking in the sight of me.

You press your lips against my ear and I feel the tickle of your breath rolling down my neck. Your fingers trace up my arm, graze over my breasts, and gently press against my throat.

Not choking me, but giving me a firm reminder that you’re in control.

“Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you.”

“Very good.

And… why should I make you feel good?”

“Be-because I…

I need it—”

“Oh, you need it, do you?

That’s not a very convincing reason.”

You draw my underwear down my thighs and pull it over my ankles.

I already feel so exposed and this just takes that feeling to the next level.

I feel your eyes wandering over my body like you’re debating where to touch me next.

You graze two fingers between my legs, circling around my pussy, just barely parting my folds.

You flatten your palm against my ass and squeeze.

These moments of stillness are so hard to bear.