She was admiring herself in the mirror when the phone rang. It was him. She felt her heart beating
She was admiring herself in the mirror when the phone rang. It was him. She felt her heart beating faster as he spoke to her. Softly. Forcefully. Sternly. She answered sweetly, in the way that she knew turned him on. “Yes, Sir.” “I’m already dressed, Sir.” “In my position, Sir”. “It’s yours, Sir.” “Yes, Sir. I can’t wait, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir, see you soon”. As she ended the call, she could feel the wetness already building. She couldn’t wait for him to get home already. But she would wait. Just as she was told. Because she was his. And she loved it. -- source link