exoticeva: He’d been working all day and I knew I should leave him to finish. The project was stress
exoticeva: He’d been working all day and I knew I should leave him to finish. The project was stressing him out. But…I was also so good at helping to relieve his tension, and a good submissive helps her Sir, right? Plus I hadn’t been given an explicit instruction to leave him alone. Decision made I went to our room and changed quickly…Walking back to his study I thought about how to please him. Dropping to my knees in the doorway I crawled across the floor, my movements sinuous and flowing, just like he had trained me. He didn’t look up, still staring intently at his laptop, but that was ok. This was also about putting myself in the right headspace. I stopped just under the desk and rested my cheek on his knee. The click clack of typing stopped and I smiled to myself as I heard his sharp inhale. “Hello pet, what are you doing down there.” His voice slid along my skin, turning me on the way it always had since the first time we had spoken. “Ohhhh, I just thought you looked lonely Sir.”“You did hmmm? And you decided to keep me company?” “Yes Sir, you’ve been cooped up in here all day. I wondered if maybe you needed to take a break.” “Huh. I suppose I have been,” his hand dropped to my head, stroking my hair in a way that soothed and made me want to arch my back and purr like a cat, “what did you have in mind for this break?” I slide my hand between his legs. He’s hard already, sucking in a breath when I press my palm down. “This can’t be comfortable Sir,” I say, placing my other hand on his belt buckle. I look up at him, biting my lip, my request easy to read on my face. He smiles slightly and nods, “go ahead sweetheart.”I work his hard, smooth cock out of his pants and boxers - thick, ridged with veins, the tight skin like velvet around an iron core. He moans and shifts in his seat as I run my finger in the precum that has started to pool at his tip. I put my tongue against it and lap delicately. Sir gathers my hair in his hands, holding it away from my face as I work my way down him, opening my throat on the way in, sliding my tongue around him on the way out. His moan is louder this time and his obvious pleasure inspires to me open wider, work him harder, pick up my pace. I slide up until my lips are resting on the tip, running my tongue into the slit, then in a sudden move I take him as deep as I can, reveling in the guttural noise he makes, the way his fists clench in my hair and his hips buck up, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. “Ohhhh…” he’s panting now. His hands have stilled, just pressing down on my head, “Fuck don’t stop…I’m going to cum.”I slide my mouth up and then back down, humming. I’m going to suck down everything he has to give me, like the good little slut that I am. I start to massage his balls with one hand and I feel the base of his cock pulse as he growls his release - beautiful filthy words of praise and ownership. I did that. I made this gorgeous man tilt his head back and lose his breath, lose his control. It’s a beautiful thing to witness, to be the instigator of, and I taste him greedily. Salty and sharp and male, coating my throat, sticky at the back of my tongue. I swallow and swallow, all of his pleasure, until he stills. When he starts to soften in my mouth I release him and lay my head on his knee, content to stay there at his feet as he runs his fingers through my hair. -- source link