Lily's latest musing...
When she entered the room, he had already taken his position. Such a good boy…
Kneeling in front of her chair, wearing only his jeans and the leather collar and leash she had given him to try, the grip of the leash resting on the seat. His head was bowed, hands resting on his knees.
She smiled to herself, closing the door softly before walking across the floor.
She stopped alongside him, noting the slight movement of his head as he glanced at her stocking legs and heeled shoes. His breathing became quickened, but he did not move.
She ran her hand through his hair, felt him push his head against her palm, before grasping her fingers tightly and arching his head back.
A small groan escaped his throat, his eyes were closed.
“Look at me, boy,” she instructed.
His eyelids opened and he looked up at her. Was he afraid? Or just enjoying the anticipation?
Pushing his head back to face forward, she released his hair and walked to the seat before him. He was staring straight ahead now. She could see his chest rising and falling, his breaths deeper.
She stood for a second or two longer before lowering herself into the cushioned chair, crossing one thigh across the other then running her crossed calf against her shin. He was transfixed by the movement, his lips slightly parted.
Taking the grip of the leash in her hand, she brought the leather taut. Positioning the strap beneath his chin, she lifted his face to meet hers.
His eyes had darkened, his gaze holding hers.
“Does my good boy want a treat?” she asked softly.
He cleared his throat before responding,
“Yes please, mistress.”
She smiled down at him as she ran her fingers along the edges of her black robe, gliding between her breasts and stopping at the sash at her waist. He watched intently as she untied the sash, allowing the length of fabric to slip to her sides. She tugged gently at her robe so it fell open, one sleeve sliding from her shoulder, revealing her naked flesh beneath.
She watched him run his tongue between his lips as she traced her fingers across her nipples, feeling them harden beneath her own touch.
As she uncrossed her legs, the lower half of the robe fell away from her, revealing only the tops of her stockings. She parted her knees before him and heard his breath catch as he discovered her cunt was exposed to him. Spreading her thighs further apart, he could see she was already aroused.
“Ok,” she said, tugging at the leash again, “come here boy.”
He needed little encouragement to move toward her as she pulled him closer.
She allowed him to work his lips along her inner thigh, and soon his warm mouth met her hungry flesh.
Dropping the leash, she moved her fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper.
Such a good boy.