"Hello Drina," she says as she pulls his head from between her thighs. He sits back on his haunches, licking his lips waiting for her phone call to end. "So you'll be here? Wonderful! I'll need Brett here by noon. Yes cleaned up and ready to play." During the long pause of her listening to the receiver she dips two fingers into her pussy then offers the juice slicked digits to him which he sucks eagerly into his mouth. "Yes it is early, but there has to be time to prepare for the evening. Of course I'll take care of him as well as I do my own." She pulls her fingers out and caresses his cheek while nodding into the phone. "Yes, you know I will. Alright see you then. Good-bye."
He watches her expectantly, waiting for her to speak. "So everyone has confirmed now, it will be a full guest list." She smiles, hooking her finger in his collar, pulling him close enough to feel her breath across his lips. He gets lost in her eyes, unblinking for fear of missing a fleeting expression. "We're going to have an unforgettable evening My sweet." she purrs before tugging him into a deep kiss. He can feel the heat churning in his body from her simple touch, boiling over when her lips meet his. Pulling back she looks at him, her mouth tugged up on the side in a satisfied smirk. "Come now, lets get to bed and get some rest for tomorrow." He groans softly, the pressure in his balls throbbing, a constant reminder of his duty to her.
She leads him to her room and he kneels expectantly by the foot of her bed watching her every move. She sits at her vanity, her back to him, looking at him occasionally through her mirror's reflection. Casually she begins to clean her face, wiping away the light make up. "You know that I expect you to set a example for the others." she says matter of factly.
"Yes Ma'am," he nods never losing her from his sight. When her face is cleaned she picks up her hair brush and holds it out to him. He crawls over and takes the ornate wooden handle from her hand. The smooth side feels cool to his touch, it's weight a natural fit for his grip. His thumb runs over the rose carving on the back, the intricate design has been left on his skin many times, its one of her favorite toys.
She grins looking at him, knowing the memories of each evening's erotic torment crosses his mind whenever he holds that brush. In fact it is one of the main reasons she has him brush her hair with it nightly. She flips her ebony locks over the back of her chair and he shakes off his reverie. Raising up on his knees he carefully smoothes her hair, his fingers gently working through any tangles. He slowly drags the brush through her mane, her head tilting back, eyes closing. She sits there, letting him comb out the stress of the day, relaxing with each pass of the bristles.
His fingers tingle as her silken hair slides across his skin. She leans her head back, resting it on the chair back, the curled tails of her hair just brushing his thighs now. It takes all of his self control not to moan, to bury his hands in her tresses and wrap them around his aching cock. As well as he knows her he can tell she does this deliberately to taunt him, to tease him almost innocently. He focuses on the brush gliding through her hair, but even that has its hazards. With each stroke he sees his flesh sliding along her midnight locks, can imagine his thick cum spattering in her mane like pearls on a sea of mink.