"I'm so excited for you arrival, baby girl. It has felt like forever, but finally I'll get my beautiful whore."  My eyes read over the email. It was the dozenth time I had. Impatiently, I sat on the plane looking at my laptop screen. Focusing on anything else, had been basically impossible. It had been a long wait to be here. Finally I was getting what I so badly desired.

Over the past year, he'd taught me a lot. A lot about myself, sexually and in everyday life. He brought out the submissive side of me. He taught me things about life, and what was around me. He had lived a lot more life than I had, and shared his knowledge with me.

This man encouraged me in everything. He encouraged me when I was feeling down, or when it was like I was on a high. When I needed a boost, he was always there. What I loved most of all though, was that if I was wrong, he'd tell me. But in a way, that didn't hurt, that didn't make me feel shitty. Nothing like the way I had grown up. I guess that was a story for a different day.

He had taught me a lot about my body, what felt good and what I didn't like so much. If I didn't have him guiding me, I would still be the sexually naive eighteen year old girl who knew that her clit felt good, but not about all the other spots that feel amazing.

I expected him to be impatient and rough, but he was almost the opposite. He was completely and totally patient with me, helping me if I didn't understand something he'd asked. I didn't grow up with the patience and calmness he had, and I loved having it. I loved him more then anything. 

When we were a few minutes away, I closed down my laptop and tried to wait patiently for the plane to touch down. I could feel the beat in my chest, pick up to a much quicker pace than normal. My fingers tapped against the thin sundress fabric against my thigh. As nervous as I was, I was also terribly excited; thrilled in fact.

After waiting for others to get off the plane I was able to walk and touch the ground of Dallas/ Fort Worth International airport. Unnaturally, I became a follower for a few minutes. I'd never been on a plane, and was basically clueless as to where to go.

Once where I was supposed to be, where I was going to finally start my life. I looked around, looked for his blue eyes, the eyes that captivated me. His smile that I fell in love with. Finally my eyes scanned him out, at what seemed like the same time, he spotted me. A smile grew to both of our faces. Goosebumps appeared all over my body, and tingles throughout. 

I began to walk, very quickly, almost a jog before landing in his hold. His arms wrapped around me. I took him in. His smell, his touch, the feeling of his body against mine. I couldn't control what I was feeling, I began to cry in his shoulder. A sense of relief, and happiness washed over me. His touch felt amazing, gentle with firmness, what I had always imagined.

"I've waited so long. I finally get you. I really finally have you," I mumbled into him. He more then likely couldn't understand me, but I didn't care. I was perfectly content with being held by him. Except I wanted a little bit more. I pulled away from him, only to look into his eyes.

"You're beautiful. You're mine. Now kiss me," he said, almost as if had read my mind.

I reached up to my tip toes, and he leaned down a bit, and our lips met. His lips were soft, perfect, everything I had dreamed of. It was a light simple kiss, only because we were in an airport. The simple touch of his lips against mine, made everything worth it.

Waiting back at home, the plane ride, the nights of tears and frustration over wanting someone you couldn't have, all of it, was worth it, because here I was. Standing in front of him.

"I can't believe I'm finally here," I said to him. A huge smile spread across my cheeks, which by the way were a burning pink.

"Aubrey, baby, I'm ecstatic that you're finally here, finally in my arms, finally mine. I love you, sweetie."

"Brandon, I love you too, with all my heart. With everything I have, everything that I am." I said back to him with confidence. The butterflies that had been flying, high on some heavy shit, were beginning to calm down. I was capable of breathing again. He always did that to me. He calmed me down, even when he was the one to make me nervous and act like a school girl. 

"Let's go home," he said to me smiling. His arm slid around me, and we walked over to where luggage was, and grabbed my suitcase before leaving to go to his car. The walk through the airport was quiet, we didn't really speak, but it was perfectly amazing. I didn't need to hear him right now, I had for the last year, right now I wanted to focus on his touch. 

"Holy shit, it's hot," I mumbled as we got to the car, which had to be at least ninety five degrees. "But it's okay, I'm okay with the heat, I'm okay with everything, I'm with you, that's all that matters."

"Thank you, but I'm not sure you'll be saying that when it's hitting one hundred, it's only eighty-seven right now." It was mid-June, and I knew it was only going to get worse. August was the worst month for heat in Dallas, which sucked for me, I didn't really enjoy to much heat.

I was born and lived out the first eighteen years of my life in boring old New England. Frigid winters, that made you want the summer, and hot summer that made you want the cold. The only time, most people including myself were happy was between April and May, and September through November. The rest of the months, the hot and cold, they could all go screw. But I was going to deal here, and get over it. I was with the man of my dreams, it was okay. 

"I will, that I promise. I'm with you, anything and everything is okay," I said, as he sat down in the driver's seat.

"I'll hold that against you," he said, smiling at me. A tingle shot through my body, down to the places I couldn't wait for him to touch. 

"There's something else, I'd like you to hold against me," my words came out with a giggle.

"That'll have to wait until later... I guess," Brandon said to me in a tone that I pieced out told me how little he wanted to wait.

My eyes couldn't leave him, the entire ride, home; I loved saying that. I couldn't stop staring at his blue eyes, the smile, I don't think he meant to have, but was there. He had a gentle face, that I couldn't wait to kiss. Brandon was older than I, twenty-four years to be exact. But that didn't matter, I didn't give a shit about his age, only that he was mine. All mine. Finally.

His hand held mine, the way home. A touch, I'd desired for so long.

He had his iPod plugged in, and it was playing a shuffle of music, all of the music we both enjoyed. It made the car ride even better.

"Have a good plane ride?"

"Yeah, longer then I'd like, only because of how excited I was," he chuckled at that.

When we pulled into the driveway, he turned his head to look at me. "Welcome home, baby girl."

He got out of the car, and I followed suit. Brandon, lovely as ever, grabbed my suitcase out of the back, before I could. He put a hand against the small of my back and led me to the door.

"Brandon, thank you," I whispered.

"For what?" he asked me, unsure of my statement.

"Wanting me," I said, like it was such a simple obvious answer.

"No, baby, thank you, for allowing me to want you," he said back to me. After grabbing the key from his pocket he unlocked the door and gave me a tour of his home, our home.

There was a beautiful kitchen, and I immediately got excited, thinking about us cooking dinner together, me cooking him dinner after work, all of it. The rest of the home was wonderful, what I've always wanted. Our bedroom, not that it truly mattered, was wonderful. The only thing I really cared about, was the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. I couldn't wait to be in it later that evening.

Once the tour was complete, and we had put my things near the bureau he had cleared out for me, we went into the living room, and he sat down on the couch with me on his lap.

"Hey, baby girl," he said to me with a smile.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked weakly, a tone weaker then I'd like, but my heart was racing faster than I'd like to admit, and my head was spinning; I could barely concentrate. I just wanted to have him.

"Good girl for asking, but you don't have to right now," he said as he leaned in and I soon felt his mouth pressing against mine, with a rough tenderness that left me on a cloud. My arms wrapped around his neck, as I tasted him once more. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and ran across my teeth. He tasted sweet, and wonderful.

He moved from the kiss and kissed my chin and down my neck, towards my chest before stopping and looking at me. I couldn't wait until I was able to continue kissing him. I wasn't going to stop. 

"Baby, you have beautiful eyes," he said to me, as he stared into my brown eyes. "You're overall, just stunning. I love it, I love you."

"As I, you," my voice said back to his, almost a feeling of weakness in it, this man had once again made me nervous.

Now, let me tell you what I look like, if you're curious. So, yes brown eyes, with medium length brown really frizzy hair, that I tamed with my hair straightener. I was 5'5; a bigger girl. My chest was a 40 DD, and filled my shirts well. My jeans looked amazing with my "bubble butt." I loved my ass, and I knew Brandon would as well. He's an ass man.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked him.

"Of course," he replied, with a peaked curiosity. 

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fucking destroy me," I said, looking directly into his eyes.

I felt his cock from underneath me, it had already been sort of hard, but now I felt it jump underneath me, and grow to a state that I wanted to get to my knees and immediately take him in my throat. "Fuck, Aubrey... yes baby girl. I want to do so many things to you, but I'm controlling myself for the time being." 

"Don't control yourself, please," I begged.

"Yes Aubrey. For now. But when I do give in, I will ravage you," he said with all seriousness in his voice. I couldn't find any tone of joking, which made my insides tingle with delight. 

"Yay!" I replied excitedly, a smile across my face and a giggle in my throat.

"Baby, I love your giggle. It's innocent and sweet. Sort of like you."

"Thank you, Master." I didn't mean to do it, it was an instinct to call him Master. I couldn't wait to call him Master in the bedroom. Where it really mattered. Right now, I wasn't expected to, I'm not even sure I was supposed to, but I did anyways.

You're still learning, it's alright. I had his voice in the back of my head. It's what he told me when I fucked up something. Never accusing me, or really ever yelling at me. Only a stern tone, before talking to me about it in his gentleness that made everything okay. 

"Let's go make dinner," he said to me, as he slid out from underneath me.

"Okay," I replied, getting to my feet and following him to the kitchen.

"I figured we'd make spaghetti and meatballs, I know it's your favorite."

"Yup, you know well," I said with a smile. "Where are the pans?" And we cooked together. So well, with flow, not any bickering, except about adding peppers, I hate them, but he loves them, I won that though.

He put it on plates, and we sat at the dining room table across from one another. As cliche as it sounds, I did in fact stare into his blue eyes, as we ate. I couldn't stop looking at him. He was all mine. Finally, all mine. "Brandon, I've never been so happy, in all my life."

"Good, I'm glad. I love that you're here," he slurped spaghetti after saying that. It was so cute, so awesome, so wonderful to see, so wonderful to have. He's mine. 

"I love it, too," I said, as I took a bite of a meatball.

"You're my whore, Aubrey."

"Yes Master, I am." I think he said that, for himself, not really a reminder to me.

"I do what I want to you, with you. Within our boundaries though, that we've always had. Nothing changes. Love, trust, respect, they're always first. You're my whore, but so much more than just that." His eyes showed love and made me tingle in a happy way. I smiled and nodded. I wanted to lean in and kiss him, but I stayed seated.

We continued eating, making light conversation. He told me some things about Dallas that I would need to know. Basic stuff, grocery stores, the closest pharmacy, and Wal-Mart. I definitely needed to know where that was. He said that we'd get me a car in a few days, but for now, if his car was in the driveway, I was allowed to use it for whatever I needed.

When there were only a few bites left on each of our plates, he looked at me, completely serious and said, "We should totally Lady and the Tramp this motherfucker."

I laughed, and smiled. He knew I loved Disney movies, loved spending my day sitting on the couch, watching whatever I could find. God, this man was amazing, and he's mine. What's better? Absolutely nothing.

When we had finished eating, he cleared the plates before I could get up and help, and placed them in the sink. "I'll take care of them later, I got something else I'd like to enjoy." His tone left my panties wet and in want; no in need of being touched. "Let's go watch a movie."

"Okay," I said. Cuddling! 

"I figured we'd wait until tomorrow to do anything, ya know, enjoy relaxing together tonight," he said to me, as he turned on the Blu-Ray player.

"Um, okay," I replied, trying and failing at hiding my dejected expression.

"Aubrey, I'm messing with you. I couldn't make it all night without devouring you up." That tingle came back and shot straight down to my cunt.

"Thank God," I mumbled. He let out a slight snicker, as he took his place on the side of me. As the previews for the movie played, I sat like a lady, our bodies touching, but not how I wanted them to.

By the time, the actual movie started (a wonderfully cliche romantic comedy), he had put his arm around me, and my head was on his chest. My hand resting on his leg. I felt completely relaxed. Throughout the evening, though I had been relaxed, I was still terribly nervous. But at this moment, all the anxiety diminished. I was happy. I was safe. Life was how I had dreamed of it to be.

He cuddled, exactly how I wanted to be cuddled, he held me like he did in my dreams. His fingers made small circles on my hip, the tips swirling up and down my side and back. I was literally living my dreams and I loved it. 

Somehow we both managed to stay awake, and made it to the end credits. It was 8:39, and I was ready to crash. But at the same time, ready to do so many new things. I hadn't been able to sleep in the past few days. I couldn't stop thinking about tonight. Damn, I wish, I wasn't ready to sleep in his arms....

"Baby girl, let's go to bed," he said to me, desire soaking his words, and my panties. I became a bit nervous at this point, realizing what was about to happen. I was nervous, but thrilled, ready, wanting it, needing it. 

"Yes, Master." Glee replaced the exhaustion and nervousness I felt moments ago.

I was a virgin. I wanted to wait for him. I had learned a little bit over the past year, messing around with guys, who meant absolutely nothing to me. Just a cock to stroke, or to suck. All to learn, so when I got to my most amazing Master, I wasn't completely uneducated; where I would be able to be a good cock whore for him.

I mean, not to say I didn't get immense pleasure out of everything I had done. I very much enjoyed getting cocks hard, and loved making them cum, swallowing every drop. Cum was like gold to me, I couldn't waste any of it, I'd really never lost any of it, except the one time I let a guy cum on my breasts, which I regretted because, I couldn't taste all of it. The only time, I was going to let cum not be in my throat was when it was deep in my cunt or ass. Possibly when my face was being coated with it.

I loved the feelings that tingled throughout my cunt, the wetness I felt. The throbbing, I felt in my clit, the need, and want to touch it, but knowing that I couldn't. Master was the only one I played with, once in a blue moon without him, but never with anyone else. It was him I wanted to share it with, not so horny teenager who could give a fuck. 

Brandon took my hand in his and led me to our bedroom. "Come on, sweetheart," he said walking at a much quicker pace than myself.

I had mentally prepared myself for this experience, but actually doing it was definitely something else. You can tell yourself however many times that you're going to fuck, that you're going to make love, but actually doing it, well there were different feelings. Good-no, great feelings, but different feelings, I hadn't yet felt. Feeling that washed over me as me feet walked to out room.

Butterflies flew around in my belly again, but throughout my anxiety, my cunt was dying to be touched by my Master.

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