They sat together on the couch, both tired after long days at work.
He, having changed out of his stuffy business clothes into a more comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants.
She, only having walked in a few minutes ago, still in her teal camisole, dress pants, and black heels.
His eyes had watched every inch of her as she'd headed his way, drinking in the sight of her ample bosom, tight bottom, and sexy shoes.
She smirked, knowing precisely what he wanted.
Gently, she slipped off her right heel, and out of the corner of her eye watched his face light up with childlike glee.
Without a word or a warning, she brought the black stiletto up to him and placed it over his waiting mouth and nose.
Her soft, pink lips came together in a seductive smile, her dark curls, and brown eyes a vision of innocence masking a far more devious side.
He'd been a good boy this week. He'd earned a little treat.
She watched his eyes shut and his chest begin to rise and fall slowly as he took in his first few breaths of her well-worn shoe.
His face was as blissful as a sleeping baby.
He'd always had a thing for feet, a fact she found rather charming. Yet when she'd first set out to own him, he'd foolishly tried to fight it.
That didn't last long.
Calmly, his hand rose to join hers, their fingers intertwining as they both held the shoe over his face like an oxygen mask.
