“Are you sure?” I ask with a slightly furrowed brow. The only response I get is a small nod paired with eyes that are focused like a lioness.
The small silver bell around your neck is affixed with a black leather strap. You said that if I were to call you “kitten” that you would have to look the part, and I wasn’t going to argue when you let me unwrap it this morning as my first gift from you.
There isn’t a thread on your body save for the band securing your bell in place as you stand in the morning sun. The light wraps across your tender curves like a blanket, hugging them like a warm blanket. I’m only able to admire you for a few moments before you disappear underneath my desk for my proper present.
Your hands work delicately along my waistband to pull down the buffalo check sleep pants until they are loose around my ankles. Fingers delicately play along my thighs, dragging ever so slowly up to my manhood only to tease around it. You are a master in this art, and I am but a mere patron. I struggle to open up Zoom on my desktop knowing full well what is going to come next.