Waiting

Thump. Thump. Thump.
A pause that made her hitch her breath.
The sound of his hand searching the frame for the hidden key.
Pins dropping on the key as the lock slowly engaged.
The sound of the seal breaking on the door matched an unleashing of all the pent up anticipation within her; she was almost panting, crazed with desire.
Click of the latch as the door softly closed. She heard him moving but kept still, eyes focused on the fleur de lis on the rug in front of her; tracing the pattern with her eyes, trying to be a good girl. She did as she was instructed before he arrived; completely bare, kneeling in the middle of the rug, hands on her thighs, eyes downcast and wait. Her knees had been sore from waiting this long on the ground but she remembered none of the now.
The sound of footsteps echoing off of the walls. Keys laid on the tile in the dining room. Humming a song that was familiar to her but she couldn't place. His presence filling up the entirety of the house, every corner, feeling like he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
She felt him before she could see him. Like a weight pressing down on every nerve in her body, wrapping his energy around her, he waited, studying her reaction to him.
"Good evening, Baby Girl," he said in a voice that drove her absolutely wild. Keeping still was becoming torturous as a shudder passed through her body when he finally spoke. Every part of her body was reacting to him being close; her nipples hardened almost painfully and her whole body flushed with heat.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." She felt his finger trace the line of her shoulders, circling her as he took note of her position at his feet. She was beginning to tremble from the feel of his fingers on her skin. Stopping in front of her, she could just barely see his toes as he caressed the side of her face.
"Who owns you?" he asked, turning her head up to look in his eyes.
"You do, Sir."