I'm in the kitchen making coffee for him, no sugar and a hefty splash of cream, just in my night shirt. And the soft leather collar of course, with the metal chain hanging down my back. The cool metal feels good through the thin shirt, resting on my ass, bouncing when I walk, reminding me of who I belong to.
My pussy is a little sore from the rough way he took me last night. Plundering me. Possessing me. Breeding me. Yet I ache for him still. Missing the feeling of him inside me.
I hear his soft foot steps behind me and his scent envelops me as he presses himself against me. His morning scent musky, with a hint of the shower. His hands moves my ponytail aside as his lips kiss the nape of my neck. I shiver as I feel his soft lips pull back and he gently bites down on my shoulder. Coffee is forgotten as he turns me around to be nestled in his arms, our lips meeting, fresh mint fills my mouth as our tongues touch, slide together. Heat rises in my center, spreading out as his hands run down my back, over my hips, cupping my ass and pulling me tight against him.
His hands leave my ass to gather the chain and with a tug I sink to my knees in front of him. My thighs are slippery from how wet my pussy has become as he uses his hands to rub my face over his hard cock still hidden in his boxer briefs. His thumb pushes against my lips and I open my mouth for him, running my tongue along it, sucking it. I hope he will let me suck his cock and swallow his cum this morning. Sometimes he just teases me and makes me ache for him all day. So I work harder on sucking his thumb, hoping it will drive him crazy with lust for me, my mouth, my throat.
"Good girl. Do you want your treat this morning?" His deep voice echoes in my mind, causing a fresh wave of desire to drip out of my pussy and between my thighs. I nod while sucking harder on his thumb and he pushes down, forcing me to open my mouth. I beg around his thumb, "Please? I want to suck you, take me."