She was sitting above. It was her place. He was on the ground. He belonged there.
She was the one who controlled and was controlling, while he was made to be controlled and was being controlled.
They had what they wanted. They had already received that joy. Yet they wanted more.
She wanted more.
He wanted more, the only alteration - he wanted more than her.
With a hungry tongue and palpitating lips, he was licking and sucking her wetness, pacing his tongue with each lick.
His mind was a haze, his heart booming inside his chest while his length quivered inside his pants.
Numb at the head, blazing with the body, she was dripping wet with her own juices while she felt that there was nothing that could melt her more than his thawing tongue.
Then his tongue, like a slippery snake, began flicking right onto her entrance, making a squelching sound and leaving a strand of saliva connected to her behind.
He wasn't inserting his tongue inside but was just flicking around, taking her breath away.
It drove the heat of her body to another level, making her whimper and clutch the leash tighter.
Her whimpers just added to the melody, which turned the blooming craving in his heart wilder and bigger, making him pace his tongue faster and whimper into her wetness.
It urged him to perform actions his heart desired, to taste her even more and feel her even more.
Breathing loud enough for her ears and heavy enough for her wetness, his tongue finally began slithering inside her wetness, while his hands began advancing to her waist.
Sour and sweet, she tasted his tongue and spasmed against his spine, leading him harder inside his pants and stronger with his hands.
With each flick of his tongue, his hands reached further from her waist and grasped her breasts in full cups, too greedy and desperate.
As if the world was captured within his hands, he wasted no second and gently began massaging her breasts, planting sweet pain into her flesh.
She was astounded by his action, her whimpers cracking up, and her quivering body caught in a frenzy.
Her eyes awoken from the pleasurable slumber and she regarded his face stuffed in between her legs, busy pleasing her.
His eyes were deep into the pleasure, his mouth dancing onto her wetness while his hands continued squeezing her breasts with no pause. They were only starting to squeeze her breasts harder as if their life depended on the action.
She found the sight alluring and innocent, enough of a reason for a smile to curl up her lips. But it was out of order.
Tightening her grasp on the leash, she giggled after and plucked his drooling mouth away from her wetness, asking, "Are you being a good kitty?"
His eyes, which had found astonishment because of the sudden denial, quickly fell to the ground, his body quivering from the eyes he had seen on her face.
He knew what he had done, but he wasn't aware when did it happen. So, he did not know how to answer her question.
"Just because I allowed your tongue, does that mean I allowed your hands as well?"
Her tone seemed bitter, so as her eyes, but there was also sweetness hidden behind it. Which only hardened his cock even more inside his pants and turned his skin more itchy.
Her control was making him lose his mind.
"I'm sorry! I- I didn't realize, master." Somehow, he managed to stutter as he covered his bulge once again with his hands, hiding his eyes once again from her.
"Must I be harsh on you?" She tilted her head as she lifted his chin above, leading his eyes onto her, not allowing his heart a second of rest.
"No- No! No, you don't have to. I'll be a good kitty." He quickly stuttered as he beamed his fluttering request at her, wishing her to believe his words.
"Then ask nicely before you do anything." She added, as she slowly wrapped her legs around his head and yanked his head closer.
"Yes, master! May I ---- May I touch your breasts, master!" He requested with much more politeness and etiquette, licking his lips clean as if he was wiping off an outrageous demand.