Hands bound behind her back, eyes covered with a soft black ribbon.
Head lowered, her back to Him.
He paced slowly around her body; inspecting her.
Tracing her every curve with his fingertips.
He stopped, directly in front of her.
His fingertips brushed gently across the front of her neck.
She lifted her head slightly.
Presenting her neck to him so lustfully.
His hand grasped her throat; so delicate yet so firm.
She dripped silently.
Her anxious mind silenced
Her body, desperate to indulge his every desire.
He guided her to her knees.
It was a place she knew well.
A place where she longed to be.
She gulped, ever so slightly.
"Nervous?" He asked.
She shook her head,
"No, Sir. Excited Sir."
He smiled gently.
"Good girl."
He had plans for her.
Sinfully delicious plans.
He let go of her throat.
A wave of goosebumps presented all over her soft olive skin.
Her breathing quickened.
"Shhh..."
He caressed her face with his strong hand.
"Calm, my dear."
He unfastened his belt.
She struggled to contain herself as her excitement grew.
"Present that pretty mouth for me, princess."
Her mouth opened wide for him.
Her mouth watering for him, silently begging for his cock.
She waited.
He smirked.
Pleased by her quick obedience.
"Tell me what you want Princess."
She whispered softly,
"I want your cock, Sir"
"Princess, I can't hear you. Tell me what you want. Again."
She cleared her throat.
"I want your cock, in my mouth Sir!"
He moaned gently under his breath.
He gently guided her mouth to his cock.
He teased her lips with the tip.
She reached out with her tongue, but he pulled back.
"Not yet Pretty."
She whimpered.
She craved his cock.
