There’s a knock at the door.
I stand up, stroll to the door and open. Outside the door I find you.. Kneeling, covered in leather and lace. A collar around your neck and you look at me.. waiting for my command.
I turn around, walk, and sit on the bed. I lock eyes with you, and command you to crawl to me.
Each movement is fluid, eyes locked with a fire that is burning.. smouldering through emotions – ever creeping to the skin as lust radiates off of us both.
You arrive at my feet and I hold your hair in my hand, as I pull your hair tight I usher you to stand tall. Your breasts in line with my head.. I stare and drink them in. The site only rouses the fire greater.
I stand alongside you, as I stand I make sure you feel my manhood brush against your skin, make it known what you’re doing to me.
I trace my hands across your skin.. up and down.. nails digging in.. pressure changing in places that are more sensitive.