"You displayed many talents with your exploits in my dreams last night, my dear young lady," he grinned, slipping off his jacket, kissing the back of her neck. Then he sat down to join her at the breakfast table on the veranda.
The sun was shining for the first time in several days, but he was pleased to see that its shining raised had not roused her to dress early. She was still in a thin, almost diaphanously white gown, that barely cloaked the camisole and French knickers that she wore beneath them.
Looking up from her nicely exposed thighs and barely concealed cleavage; he saw that she trembled at the unexpected kiss. And the last tremors caused him to add, with a reminiscent smile: "And, yes, I really do hope that made you shiver!"
"I'll try not to spill anything if you don't mind my lack of swooning at your approach, sir," Silk looked up in a business-like way, before turning back to her service.
He loved the way her radiant grin lit up his world whenever she glanced briefly at her master. And he loved the cut of her hair and the submissive nature of her pose as she looked down towards the table, concentrating on pouring out little cups of coffee for them both.
He sat across from her silently, watching the steaming liquid slip into her china cup. He really enjoyed observing the minutiae of her every action. In fact, he could have spent an age observing how she held the pot up for a while after each cup was filled.
"I've spilled all I have to spill this morning, pet."
"That may be just a teensy-weensy too much detail at breakfast, sir."
"Is it?"
"If you will allow my judgement in this for once, sir."
"I'll go with your flow."
"You are too generous as ever, sir. Would you like me to have a boiled egg and marmite soldiers prepared for your delicate, yet liberal palate?"
"It's never too early on a sunny morning to spank a seditious pet, you know."
"I know all that you've taught me sir, but, if you might allow me to be so bold, I'd be grateful if you would shush and let me listen to the morning for a moment."
"Very well."
In point of fact, Silk was listening out for the chirrup of a bird that had been delighting her every morning for the past week. It habitually perched out of sight just beyond the terrace of the little apartment. It must be hanging on the clematis vine, she decided, watching the mauve flowers that reached up onto the balcony swaying slightly, even though there was no breeze.
"Have I listened enough, pet?"
"You've been a very good sir, sir. The world could learn from your patience."
"I wonder what I have really learnt from my dreams last night?" he wondered, reaching over to touch her shoulder and, denied that by the distance between them, managed to squeeze her arm affectionately: "other than the fact that you are a quite delightful companion in my fantasies and dreams."
"Had you taken refreshment, then you could have learnt to like the taste of the freshly brewed coffee as well."
"I could and would have had to say that you make a damned fine cup of coffee, but I was too busy fucking you."
"Far be it for me to impose an obligation upon you, sir, or disrupt the powerful thrusting of your thighs."
"Indeed."
"For where would my poor unused cunny be, without a nice virile cock pressing deep into it?" Silk added mater-of-factly, whilst buttering a slice toast and then dipping a teaspoon into the marmalade pot. She spread her legs teasingly and then added: "And it does so beg to be filled, doesn't it, sir?"
"Cunnies be buggered. Your coffee fills my belly with new warmth."
"I thought you'd had your fill of me last night?" Silk giggled and crunched into her toast, before responding: "And I had heard it was bottoms that were buggered not cunts."
"Since you are a bottom, I will bugger you until the cows come home."
"I hope they hurry home soon, because we are running rather low on milk," she said, staring disappointedly into the cow creamer, realising that there was only enough milk for one.
"I'll take mine black," he volunteered gallantly.
"I hope never to see you take a black girl, sir. Is there a big difference?"
"I wish you wouldn't be so prudish, pet. You know very well that I will take who I wish to take."
"And you love it, sir."
"I do."
"Don't say that too often; I may take you up on your vow."
"Love, honour and obey?"
"I do that in spades already, sir, as well you know."
"Would you rather I didn't dig in to your spades?"
"You can enjoy whatever suits you choose sir, so long as you don't share all the horrid detail with me."
"It would be even better were your tongue to lick my balls as I fuck."
"Try not to add to my neuroses more than you have to, sir."
"Fucking any woman into the pitch black of her neuroses is always an added pleasure, is it not?"
"I prefer the night to the neuroses, sir."
"If I meet you on a moonless night, will I have both, pet?"
"You can have what you wish as far as I am concerned."
"Lucky me: to be served so very well."
"Would you prefer it to slide down towards your arsehole and lick there, sir? Then I could give you a licking for once as you engage with whatever colourful slut you have found to enjoy on a chill autumnal night?"
"Yes. And you know it."
"I'm a clever bitch, aren't I, sir?"
"You certainly have a clever tongue in your slutty head."
"High praise indeed, sir."
"And it would be wisely employed rimming my arse before too long."
"But wouldn't that distract you from your croissant, sir? Would you like a little jam with it?"
"No, I prefer it presented without any clothing of condiments, as I prefer you without too much clothing."
"I hope my lack of clothing pleases you this morning then, sir?"
"Of course it does. It is pleasingly distracting."
"Your distractions are my attractions, sir."
"Very clever pet."
"Two clevers in a morning of service. Does that make me a clever-clever?"
"Your service is always a welcome distraction, but returning to the thought of your tongue in my arse...
"Would you like chocolate paste instead of jam?"
"Returning to the thought of your tongue in my arse," he repeated resolutely, despite the relentless onslaught of her teasing. "It would have the benefit of making you shut you the fuck up, pet."
"Have you quite finished being coarse?" She pouted.
"We have barely begun, my sweet."
"You have barely begun," she mimicked him archly, "but I may have already finished."
"That is a matter of perspective," he complained. "I would be very disappointed indeed if your 'may' became a reality."
"I don't always like your one night stands either," she admitted, with a shrug of her shoulders, "but will your pandering to prospective disappointment offset the debts on my master card and visa?"
She frowned and looked down at the amassed pile of bills on the breakfast table. It had been rather rash of her to have spent all that money on the dress for Saturday's party.
There again, he could be very munificent. If she were to ask very nicely, he might sort her out properly; and what was the point of having a dominant to own one, if he couldn't sort you out properly every once in a while?
"You know very well that I'll look after you, my dear," he soothed her, stranding up and walking round behind her, before reaching out to stroke one finger lightly across the nape of her neck.
"Thank you, sir," she smiled looking up over her shoulder at him.
"And you also know that you certainly created a hard card in me."
"I've never heard of one of those before," she smirked. Then, she leaned her head on one side and added quizzically: "does it give good interest?
"It only seeks your interest, Silk."
"My interest is hardly the point."
"Your interest should be on my point. In fact you should be on your knees and pleasing my point with your wonderful mouth, rather than devouring croissants and toast."
"Wouldn't that distract you from your orange juice?" She said reaching out for the jug and pouring him a glass obligingly. "We must have our vitamin C to be a big strong dominant today, mustn't we?"
"No."
"No is not a word in my vocabulary, sir. You taught me that yourself over several punishing sessions."
"It would give every sip a little extra zest to be able to look down at your lovely wide opened eyes as you sucked my cock and teased my balls."
"I'm very good at teasing, sir."
"You are my number one teasing cunt, pet."
"Is there a number two?"
"Appropriately enough she will be engaged in my arsehole, as you pleasure my cock and, together, you will relieve me of my cockstand."
"That's very good of us. And that was a terrible pun, sir!"
