He appreciates how she is cat-like, graceful, playful. that she is compact and warm and occasionally dangerous.
her eyes follow His movements with a detached curiosity. He tugs at the leash gently, makes her crawl forward and wait on her hands and knees. Circling her, He admires the view. her skin is luminous, pearl-white. He wills himself back to command, suppressing His strong desire to touch her, for now.
she humors Him with her obedience, and He knows this, though her submission act is sometimes quite convincing. If He were ever to believe it however - there would be the fatal slip.
He leans over and gently taps her right thigh with the end of the leash. "Spread your legs a bit more, little one, show me..." She slides her knee over a few inches and arches her back. "That's very nice, you are such a good woman. You please your Master very much."
He walks to her head and unclips the leash from her collar, allowing it to drop to the floor. "Thank you for showing me." she sits back on her legs and looks up at Him.
What is it about her eyes? When she looks up at him - he feels as though he's been caught. she smiles wickedly, then lowers herself down to kiss his feet, putting Him in full view of her glorious ass. His cock, having been semi hard from their playtime thus far, stiffens instantly. she wants Him to fuck her.
she raises herself, her smile twitching mischievously as she sees the condition of his trousers. "oh! you do like me, don't you!" she purrs softly. He caresses her cheek, "But you already knew that." she meets His eyes as her hands find His zipper. "I like to see how it manifests, physically."
He's unzipped, exposed, a drop of pre-cum gathering on the tip of His cock. she licks from the base to the head, swirling her tongue in the stickiness and then pulling away. "Is this my reward, Master? To suck you off and swallow your cum for being such an obedient and devoted servant?"
"Let's see how you serve me, and then I'll decide how you will be rewarded."
She is thrilled by the challenge, He knows that part of her very well, He is able to maneuver around much of her resistance by appealing to her innate perfectionism. She loves to do things well, and to be praised for it. He is amused by the cleverness of it, as his cock enters her throat. How she pretends that she is doing her best to please him, when she knows well that half her best would be more than enough for any man. And He, with his balls tightening, is getting more that he ever hoped for with this woman.
He puts His hand on the back of her head and guides her movement, she moans softly around his cock. She loves to be instructed this way, has proven to be a quick learner. His fingers twist in her hair, pulling her head back so He can look in her eyes while she attends to him.
The things He witnesses in her eyes fascinate Him. There is desire, trust, some sadness - which He finds intriguing - and something else. He cannot define this other thing, except to say that it is always there, though sometimes muted. It sets him on edge, yet it also magnetizes him, makes him want to look into her eyes more, as if he could reach some kind of conclusion if he had more time to explore it.
He pulls her away firmly, "That will do, for now." She is disappointed and does nothing to hide it, her swollen lips falling into an impatient pout. "I want to make you come."
Another area He must tread carefully with her, for when she is too often denied she falls to melancholy and morbid thought. "Your desires are not unknown to me."
She continues her pouting as He re-adjusts and zips up. He takes a seat on the couch and motions for her to join Him. She snuggles close, in his arms she is content - yet she continues to send out silent reproach for His lack of follow through. "You've been given what you requested and it's not open for discussion."
