Quietly, beautifully I crawled through the open door of the office, his house shoes clamped delicately between my moist, glossed lips, blue eyes resting on him as he worked. I could hear the barely audible jingle of my tag swing against the loop of my collar and knew he wouldn't be able to hear it either unless he stopped typing. At times like this I was grateful for the carpet beneath my knees but even if it had been dried rice scattered across a hardwood floor as a form of punishment, I would have gladly crossed it just to get to his feet once again.
Just when I thought I would get to his feet without him even noticing me, there was a lull in his typing as he sat back in his chair and just stared at his computer screen before stretching his arms and closing his eyes. He must have heard the bare sound of my collar because suddenly his chair rolled back some and he swiveled around to see me near enough to reach out and touch my hair. I felt my heart suddenly take flight as I saw the frown and the stress etched across his brow suddenly fade and give way to a huge grin as his teak-brown eyes swept appreciatively over my form just before I reached my destination before him. He didn't need to say anything; it was all written across his face as clearly as if he had posted it on one of those signs along the highway; He was glad to see me.
Stopping just before him, I sat back on my heels that were beneath the curve of my ass, silken tanned thighs blooming open before his gaze that darkened as I recognized the lust that was written within their depths. My back arched slightly, pushing my full creamy breasts forward towards him in silent offering, the sun-kissed orbs tipped with hardened nipples that cried out silently for the claim of his mouth. My hands fluttered down to the tops of my thighs, fingers splaying naturally over the flesh before gently raking my nails along the skin as if it were a promise of what was to come and what I so longed to do to his back as he fucked up deep inside of me.
His hand reached out to gently, lovingly touch my face; his fingers brushing over the soft blush that had kissed my cheeks. They traced the contours of my cheek before sliding into my soft, thick tresses. Despite my obedience and my will power to stay displayed before him like this, a soft purr rumbled from deep within my throat at the touch of his hand in my hair. That was one thing that always got to me. It was a direct line straight down between my thighs. Still holding his house shoes in between my lips, I whimpered softly and pressed my head more into his hand.
He didn't say anything but instead just toyed with my hair for a while before slowly slipping a hand beneath my jaw, his gaze locked with mine. "Release." That was the only command that was given. It was short, soft and directly to the point. I instantly obeyed and gently dipped my chin as my lips slowly left the leather of his shoes, allowing them to drop down into his hand which he promptly moved and tossed the shoes across the room with a grin. I knew that he wanted something else which meant that I had succeeded in doing what I had set out to do … distracting the man that I loved.
