You Made Anya Wait (1/2) (Patreon)

You bend down and reach for the gilded faucet, halting the flow of water from above. Standing up, you shake the droplets out of your hair, push the curtain back, and step onto the cushioned mat. Steam curls from behind you into the spacious bathroom, fogging the mirrors over the granite countertops. You smile slightly. While you were soaking off the stress from your day, Anya swapped your rumpled suit for a silk robe and a fresh towel. You reach for the towel first, releasing an involuntary sigh as you wrap it around your body and discover the fluffy cotton fibers are still warm. “Anya must have put it in the dryer for me. They really think of everything…”

You finish drying off, drop the towel in the hamper, and slip the robe on. Glancing in the mirror, you notice your damp hair looks messy. After a few half-hearted attempts at taming it, you give up. You leave the tiled bathroom and pad onto the sandy-colored carpet, walking the familiar route upstairs to the bedroom. You were exhausted when you first got home, but you perk up at the thought that Anya is waiting for you just behind the door. You can see a dim, warm light emanating from underneath the door as you reach for the knob. But - your fingers grasp air as the door swings open with a sudden whoosh. Anya hooks their leg behind your knees and you buckle instantly. They quickly lean forward and cradle your body, breaking your fall and lowering you to the carpet.

Anya towers over you. You inhale sharply, holding your breath as Anya slams their knee-length combat boot next to your ear. Silver chains and pink lace wrap around their ribcage, filling the space between a tiny black skirt and a matching mesh bra. The garters attached to Anya’s sheer black stockings stretch against their pale thighs as they lean in close. Anya’s face now hovers just inches from yours. In a low, slow voice, they growl, “You made me wait.”