“Don’t,” he says.
He takes one step toward me and I catch my breath, his hand in my hair takes my breath away completely. He smiles, sweetly. “That would be, ‘no, Sir?’ for you, my little slut, and make sure there’s a question at the end, right? Wouldn’t want me to think you’re telling me ‘no.'”
“O,” i gasp, flustered, “No ~ Sir ~ um, yes, no, Sir, i’m not telling you no!
He tilts my head back, a steady pull on my hair right at the nape of my neck controlling the angle of the tilt. With my face up towards him, i think for a moment that he will kiss me, he is that close. I am acutely aware of his body, not quite touching me, but so close.
He smiles again, shakes his head. “You have a lot to learn,” he says.
I think his eyes can see through me, and i flush, embarrassed and ashamed. i am so new to this.
i have never done this before. Not like this.
He releases me then. “Now,” he says, “you may continue making your bed while I watch. You are not to cover yourself, or try to hide your body in any way. Is that clear?”
“Yes! Yes, Sir,” i say. i am acutely aware of the heat between my thighs. i want to giggle and i feel like i should curtsey or something and i’m horrified to realize id really like to be on my knees with his cock in my mouth.
i can’t believe i feel this way…