"I want…" I hesitated, and then thought: What the hell. "Both. I want both."
He chuckled. "Clever girl. Then both you shall have."
I wanted to look, but if I tried, he'd know, and he'd punish me. I very much wanted those kisses, and I would be obedient to get them.
Maybe later I'd test my Master's resolve.
He knelt at my feet.
I felt his warm breath on me, and couldn't stop the trembling of my thighs.
He leaned forward and breathed me in, then tenderly kissed my feminine core. My belly jumped at the intimate contact.
"M-master?"
"You may enjoy this," he said, anticipating my question, my needs.
How could he know me so well?
His slid his tongue over my flesh, lapping the evidence of my desire. He took his time, went exquisitely slow.
I realized he was learning what I liked, what excited me. He found those little spots of sweet bliss quickly and teased out the pleasure until I was gasping. Moaning.
