"Darling, hurry up and get your gorgeous self in here!" Maisie's voice was melodic and yet confidently commanding, slicing through the quiet of our house like a hot knife through butter. I don't think that I had ever moved so quickly. I must have climbed the stairs without hitting a step. She stood there, every inch of her petite, pale body dripping wet from the shower. Her blonde hair clinging to her collarbone, resting just above her small breasts. Her beautiful face a soft red from the heat of her shower. It always took me a minute to get used to her face without her glasses.

I lingered in the doorway for a fraction of a second, my chest filled with a deep warmth of affection for the woman I am so deeply in love with. Everything recently had been a blur of intense love, exploring the possibilities of our new dynamic and being so totally lost in each other. A connection so deep, I couldn't ever begin to find the words worthy of the feelings.

I stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, totally in awe of how Maisie looked, the heat pressing against me like an unwelcome lover. Maisie’s seemed to fill the space despite her slim build. She is my everything, and in that moment, it almost felt literal. As if she and I had been suspended in time and nothing else existed. She reached out to me, her delicate fingers curling adoringly around my wrist, pulling me closer until I was within reach of the still running showerhead’s spray.

“Undress for me,” she said simply, her tone both romantic and yet leaving no room for argument. Not that I ever would have argued. It was an absolute privilege to share these moments with her.

I slowly but excitedly obeyed. I began to peel off my clothes. They were sticking to me from the heat of the steam of Maisie's shower. First my t-shirt, then my jeans, until I stood there in nothing but my pink and grey hooped boxers, the cold tile a comfortable chill against my feet. Maisie watched me with a needy gleam in her eyes, her soft lips curving into a slow, knowing smile.

“Now, let's get in,” she purred, releasing my wrist, stepping into the shower, and offering her hand as a gesture to join her. There was no way I could resist such an offer. Not that I would ever consider doing so.

I stepped into the stream of warm water. Maisie pressed her body against me, giving me a gentle kiss, her movements graceful. The touch of her wet skin sent a rush of lust through my body. In that moment, everything was perfect. Just Maisie and I, sharing in an intimate moment, as if nothing else mattered but us. She reached for her bodywash, squeezing a small amount of the vanilla scented foam into her palm, her eyes locked onto mine.

“Wash me,” she commanded, holding out the bodywash in her hands. My heart raced. Two words. So simple and yet so powerful.

I took the soap from her, trying to hide just how enthusiastic i was, my hands moving all over her body. I lathered her arms, her shoulders, her back. Each touch gave me goosebumps. Longing. She knew just how much I loved every inch of her body. She knew how much this would drive me wild. Maisie’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with each exhale. As if just my touch was pleasuring her in a way it never had before.

“Now, my legs,” she whispered into my ear, her voice lower than usual and full of arousal.

I knelt before her, my hands moving upwards from her feet, up her calves, over her knees, and up her thighs. I loved the way she looked down at me. The way she smiled with so much satisfaction. She enjoyed me serving her. I could feel her watching me intensely.

“make sure you get everywhere,” she teased, nodding towards her groin and tapping her finger exactly where she wanted me.

I leaned forward just a little, my wet hands following her orders. I washed her gently, my fingers and palms tracing the delicate contours of her cunt, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts of just how much I wanted to worship her. Taste her. Maisie let a soft moan escape her, thrusting herself into my touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

When I had finished cleaning her, she pulled me gently to my feet, her hands gripping just beneath my cheeks tightly. “Such a good boy,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss me again, her lips soft and demanding against mine. The kiss lingered, a mixture of tenderness and adoration. When she finally pulled away from the kiss, her eyes were shining with a fierce intensity. A msicheviousness I didn't recognise. What did she have planned? “You know, I think maybe you could shave me too, darling,” she suggested. Though her tone was more of an order. Maisie turned to grab her razor from the shelf.

I took it from her, slightly nervous for this. This was something we had never done before. I wanted to make sure I did a good job but I also didn't want to accidently hurt her or anything. Maisie didn't seem to have any such apprehension. She spread her legs slightly, allowing me access to her most intimate area. I worked as carefully as I could, the razor gliding smoothly over her wet skin, removing what little fine hairs she had with precision. Each stroke sent a jolt of electricity through me. An arousal from able to serve her with such devotion. Knowing just how much she was loving this level of submission from me. It felt amazing.

“Perfect,” she breathed, reaching down to cup my chin in her hands. Tilting my face up to look at her. "Now kiss your artwork," she giggled playfully. I did exactly as she asked. “You know, Darling, I love you. Deeply and truly. I adore you. All of you. You do know that, right?”

I smiled up at her and nodded, my heart feeling like it was about to burst from all the love I felt. I believed her so deeply. I wanted to hold onto her and her words forever. "I do know you do," I replied adamantly. I needed her to know that I trusted her and adored her more than I ever had anyone else. "I love you too, Maisie. Delving into this dynamic changes nothing about that. I love you, I trust you and I want to give you everything I possibly can."

Maisie smiled, a genuine, loving smile that lit up her beautiful face with a soft blush. “Good,” she said, standing me up and kissing me once more with a deep intensity, before stepping out of the shower. “Now, are you going to be a good cuck and help me pick out my outfit for Alex?”

I followed her into our bedroom, my mind reeling with all the posibilites of their date tonight. Of all the outfits that I adored seeing Maisie in. Maisie rummaged excitedly through her wardrobe, pulling out a dark blue ruffled taffeta crop top and a matching gathered taffeta skirt. She handed them to me with a smile and a raised eyebrow. She already knew that I liked her in this outfit, but she was going to toy with me anyway.

“What do you think?” she asked, holding the outift up to herself as if I had never seen her in it.

I gave her a playful smile, going along with her little game whilst trying to focus on the task at hand. “I think you would make that outift look perfect,” I said, my voice thick with sincerity.

She beamed at me, the blue of her eyes twinkling with excitement. She knew I meant every word. She knew just how beautiful I truly found her. “Then help me get dressed, my gorgeous cuck."

I did as she asked. I slid the skirt up her legs, my fingers brushed against her skin. God, I love her legs. She giggled softly, reaching behind her to grab the crop top. Sha handed it to me and lifted her arms. I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before sliding the top onto her. “Thank you,” she said. “You’re such a perfect boyfriend.”

I stepped back to admire her. She looked absolutely stunning, her petite frame accentuated by the ruffles and taffeta. Alex didn't stand a chance. Anyone would be lucky to be in her presence. I knew I was. I always did.

“Now my socks and boots,” she said, handing me a pair of white ruffle collared socks and her Doc Marten boots. She sat sat down on the edge of our bed readily.

I knelt before her, preparing to slip the socks over her perfect feet. "Erm... kiss them first," she demanded. I leaned forward and kissed one foot and then the other. "That's better," she teased. Patting my head as I slipped on her socks and boots. Lacing up her boots as if signing off a portrait.

Maisie stood up and twirled for me, her skirt lifting and fluttering alluringly around the middle of her thighs. “How do I look?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

“Beyond beautiful,” I replied honestly. Almost a little jealous that Alex would be getting to spend time with her tonight.

Maisie grinned at me, her eyes glistening with deep emotion. “Thank you so much, my love” she whispered, leaning in to kiss me once more. This time, the kiss was much slower and filled with tenderness, another reminder of the love we shared.

Suddenly Maisie's entire demeanour changed. The tender kiss became a kiss of intense passion. Hunger. We needed each other. Craved each other. Maisie dropped to her knees, her hands already gripping my erection.

Maisie’s lips wrapped around my cock, her mouth warm and inviting. I let out a deep moan. I don't think I had ever seen her so ravenous before. It was as if all she wanted was to have my cock in her mouth. It was desperation in the most erotic sense. Her tongue flicked against the sensitive tip of the head of my cock, sending pulses that made my cock twitch. She took me into her mouth, sliding down my shaft in one smooth motion, taking me deep into her throat. Normally she struggled to deep throat but Maisie's lust had delved to a primal place. My hands instinctively held her hair back, allowing her to do whatever she pleased with me.

Maisie looked up at me and her eyes locked onto mine, a determined glimmer of lust in their blue depths. She pulled back again, leaving just the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Cupping my balls in one hand and stroking, working in a few gentle pulls, before plunging me back down her throat again. The sensations she was giving me were overwhelming, her throat muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock as she swallowed. I moaned loudly, just watching. Allowing Maisie to do whatever she wanted.

"Maisie… you’re fucking incredible," I gasped, my voice trembling with barely contained desire. I could feel myself getting close.

She hummed almost knowingly in response, the vibrations traveling up the length of my cock. Her soft hands moved again, this time gripping my thighs, steadying herself as she continued her relentless quest to pleasure me. Each stroke of her mouth was deliberate, using every little trick she knew I enjoyed, calculated to drive me wild with need.

I bit my lower lip, trying desperately to hold back the orgasn that was threatening to consume him. I needed this moment to last longer. And Maisie definitely wasn’t done either. Her hands roamed back to my balls gently before slipping a little further back and stroking my perineum. The sensations were too much to bear.

"Ahh fuck… Maisie… I’m gonna…" he managed to choke out through my moans, his body beginning to tense.

She pulled back, catching her breath. "Not yet you're not, cuck," she murmured, her voice dripping with dominance and seduction. "You'll hold on until I say otherwise. Or else someone might be waiting a very long time for this to happen again"

With that, she returned to pleasuring me, her fingers resuming their tantalizing dance along my perineum as she pushed me deep into her throat. I could feel my resolve crumbling, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. There was no way I could hold this off for much longer. A couple of minutes at best. My mind went blank, focusing only on Maisie and the feelings she was giving me.

I was on the edge, Just about to explode, when a car horn sounded from outside. Maisie pulled off me and stood up with a satisfied and mischevious smile, knowing I wasn't going to get the orgasm that I so desperately craved. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "That must be Alex," she said, her voice laced with amusement.

I watched helplessly as Maisie turned to leave, her hips swaying provocatively as she skipped eagerly towards the door...