The Promise

The Promise
Chapter 4
The Dance

1
I wasn’t sure what to think or to make of it, yet I did have to admit that I had some sort of foreknowledge of what this evening would entail or I wouldn’t have come. Yet to have him disobeyed I knew also would have been severely punished, though the way this was progressing I wasn’t completely sure that at some point I may not get some sort of punishment. I drew a deep breath as I followed, as I accepted his motion to run again. Then again what choice did I have, after all this was a game to which I had agreed to.

2
As he arose and I felt my foot being released, I got up and what shreds of clothing were hanging on my body, even though futile, I tried to cover back up. Finally, I found an opening in between some drapes; the room that I stepped into now was lined with tall wide windows of which every other one had no glass in it and the floor was shiny. Beautiful yet sparse candlelight brightened the room. The moon’s rays shone in with its beautiful white light of which it drew intriguing patterns on the floor. I turned and looked around and around just to soak in this splendor that was fit for any royalty.

3
A light breeze came from the outside and as it played with my shreds of clothing, I started to hear some faint music. I looked up and around but it seemed the loveliness came from everywhere. Swaying lightly with the tune I stepped closer to an open window as I inhaled the sweet yet musky fragrance of the night. I closed my eyes and just felt like drifting away on top of the melody.

4
As I swayed there I had started to dance lightly as if lead by a hand, by a person. I took another deep breath then opened my eyes and beheld my Lord and Master. My eyes met his chest, his face, his eyes and he smiled slightly at me. Entranced, I felt like melting into him. His hand was holding my side gently yet firmly as he guided me across the dance floor. I couldn’t believe it though I should have known, the same man that previously had taken, now was indeed a gentleman to the core. Then again, to think back, he always has been a gentleman though he knew exactly what I ached and yearned for, which he gave and took.

5
He had pulled me closer to him as his hand traveled to my back. Feeling his chest against my front I couldn’t help but gasp with heightened excitement. As he held me close to him, his cheek ever so often brushed against mine lightly yet distinctly. Though we danced and there was nothing truly actively sexual going on, I felt my body flame. I felt his hand travel up and down my back, pressing me further and further into him as he guided me gently across the floor. I wondered as my heart thumped in my chest and I was feeling, his body pressed against mine, looking into his handsome face which was so wonderfully framed by his raven black hair. Gazing into his dark eyes, I indeed wondered if this was how dirty dancing had gotten its start.

6
Ever so often he’d lean in closer as he whispered into my ear. His voice was like honey, hypnotizing, mesmerizing me completely. I don’t know why but I blushed at his words even though he was preparing me for things to come. Promises of sweetness, love and probable tortures of which he had planned and awaited me. I felt his kisses on my cheek, light but knowingly placed, as his lips traveled down my neck. I felt him nip at my skin gently yet enough to send jolts through me. His hair stroked my skin; I raised my hand slowly as I let my fingers gently glide through that dark black beauty.

7
I was burning in his arms as he continued to lead. The dance wasn’t fast but slow and it was enough to make me blush when I though of the moves. Feeling him pressing against me, I wished on levels that I could be one with him. Yet such thoughts were indeed a waste as I knew that everyone indeed needed some privacy so did he and I knew I did, too.

8
His hands traveled over my back, lower to my ass, caressing me, pressing me against and into him. Under his control, feeling every muscle of his body, I could tell that he was getting rather aroused himself. My own nipples were hard as rocks as my breasts were pressing against his frock coat. The rough material was by far not very gentle on my heaving bosom. I never though it possible just from mere dancing with my Lord, my Master, yet I should have known as I started to feel that familiar feeling in my nether region. My pussy, my body was hot and aching, aching for him as he continued to tease and play the game.

9
Slowly as the music started to fade, he led me to an open window. His fingers caressed my cheek as he lifted my head so I had to look up into his eyes. Oh, how could I resist this man I loved, looking and gazing into his eyes. Those dark pools of what I don’t really know, just that I have no want when I look at him, when I look and loose myself in those eyes. Yes, to me he seemed perfect even though I knew he had flaws. He was perfect he was not only my Lord and Master but to me he indeed was and is a God.

10
His fingers slid through my hair, caressed my cheeks, my neck and shoulders, such tenderness in this man, people wouldn’t know, wouldn’t comprehend that he actually is capable of such sweet loveliness. The scent of the night surrounded us as he talked to me yet no words crossed his lips. His thumb gently caressed my lips as he leaned closer and kissed me with such gentleness and so full of love. It felt like a spell and I had to hold onto him. I wanted to melt into him even though I knew such feeling shouldn’t be, but how could I help it, they were there.

11
He broke the kiss and lifted his head then smiled at me and released me as he stepped back. The game continued as I watched him retreat. Tears welled up in my eyes and I wanted more of him, more of his tenderness, more of his love. Indeed the spell that had gotten woven had its drunken affect. Yet I knew it was no spell but the promise, the games, the commitment of both of us.