Lately, she had been so busy. She was neglecting herself, her needs, just to strive toward the end of all the work she had to do. She have become so consumed in her business that she had completely forgotten that she had arranged for him to join her that night for dinner.
He understood the situation immediately when she opened the door, looking half-surprised and half-ashamed. She assumed she was being punished when he closed the door behind himself and ordered her to strip. She braced herself for the worst when he bent her over her bed. And, yet, nothing.
First, it was just his fingers trailing over her body. Then both hands. Just exploring, navigating the tension and easing it out in firm dips and slides. She could feel herself giving over to him, to his touch, and she soon relaxed, even as he threaded his fingers in her hair.
As her head was yanked back, she felt that final pang of release as she gave herself and her troubles over to him. And, at last, she was at ease.