As always constructive criticism is always welcome and all characters are over the age of 18 and are consenting adults.
"I want to fill you all up, Little Bunny" he'd said it so casually. Me sitting on the couch in my pink skater dress looking "so sweet". He said it like I wouldn't want it; like I wouldn't enjoy a night of simply taking what was given. Like I wouldn't want to be a complete mess for HIM; just for him. Always and only just for him. We always described or play as him filling me up with all his love and reminders.
I slipped off the couch; white lacey socks on the wood floor. Tip toes that slide behind me lowering myself to my knees before I sink lower. My finger tips and then my palms; slightly sweaty as I begin to slink towards him. He laughs, sharp and hard, "Absolutely no clothes, Princess. I want the real you beneath me."
Princess...not Bunny. My brain was flying now...had I done something wrong...was this punishment. The dress came up over my head as I felt myself slipping into worry. Bra, panties and my carefully chosen socks for the day were left on the couch while my bottom lip was caught by worrying teeth. Back to the crawl over, the living room floor suddenly seemed to shrink to mere inches as I quickly reached his leather clad feet.
I sat back on my heals, thighs parted head down. No rumbling voice to reassure me instead I'm meet with tsk tsk noises as he walks around me. I hear him pace towards the couch. Then those shiny shoes are back in front of me. Fingers are suddenly tangled in my curls and my head is ripped up to see his face. "There's the little slut you tried to hide from me," he snarls.
In the corner of my eye I see his hand and my lacey white socks. Those strong firm fingers are at my mouth down my throat just before he shoves the socks in. "All day I've seen pics on social media..."you look so sweet." "You look delicate." And my absolute favorite of the day: "You look delicious from those cute bows to those lacey socks!" Now Princess how, how would he know the way you taste?"
I whimper as I gush at his commanding tone. I sit and wait as he stalks around. Patience is not the thing I'm known for and I'm fighting worry. "I can't help people's comments," I think, "Surely he knows that."
He's back in front of me, shiny shoe between my thighs. Suddenly pressed against my creamy sex. More tsks as he pulls it away my moisture clinging to it. He taps his foot as though he's waiting. "Well, are you going to clean that," he asks. I start to stand to go get something to clean the shoe but his hand is immediately at my shoulder. "No, no Princess."
Heat pools low in my belly as I understand but my brain is also trying to work out how to do this with the socks in my mouth. I consider rubbing my cheeks around the slippery juices; I can feel his eyes on me. "Don't think, just do," he commands. I bend slowly forward while working the socks around in my mouth. My tongue is dainty in its first trip across the leather. I moan softly hoping he doesn't catch the noise.