It only takes one look, one silent command, to have you on your knees for me. Isn't that right?
You know what mood I was in when I got home and you've been waiting, craving, for me to finally let that frustration out on you. So here you are, on your knees like the good girl you are,patiently waiting.
And as I take out my strap, I notice how your thighs clench. Absolutely adorable.
I tilt your face upward, and the pure lust in your eyes makes me feral.
”Now, you know the rules. If it gets too much, tap my thigh, understood?”
”Yes, Miss.”
”Good girl. Now open that pretty mouth for me” and you so eagerly obey.
As you start picking up the pace, I take a firm grip of your hair and slightly pull. Fully knowing it'll get a moan out of you, but the noise you let out, is muffled.
"Oh? What's that darling?"
Another sound tries to escape from your throat.
"Is your mouth so full of me that you can't even moan properly? You poor little thing."
At that, I see how you're trying so desperately to grind on absolutely nothing, trying to find some friction. I pull a bit harder on your hair, not to hurt, just to get your attention.
"Tsk tsk, focus on me now darling. Don't even try to get yourself off. I'll do that for you, later."
I notice the blush rising to your cheeks and that little embarrasement in your look, good. You should be embarrassed.
You start gagging, the sound filling up the room, but you don't tap my thigh, no no, you just keep going, because you like this. You love being on your knees, choking on my strap, don’t you?
