She was kneeling in his living room. Her back was turned to the couch on which he was sitting. Her hands were still placed behind her head while she held up her hair and exposed her neck.
“Do you want me to take the lead?”
Several emotions raged in her head. A sassy answer, a polite one. It made no difference. The main thing was that he would finally do it. The role of the provocateur or the role of the submissive. Both were acceptable to her in order to get what she wanted. She decided for a simple “Yes Sir”, whose intonation revealed both motivations.
He exhaled and stood up. Carefully, he positioned himself behind her. She felt his closeness and her heart raced. Gently he guided the collar to her neck. As the leather wrapped around her neck, their eyes met in the reflection of the large windows. They seemed like a portal to a parallel world, which collided with theirs. He paused with his movement and looked at their reflection.
“Any second thoughts?”
“No sir.”