She’s standing wearing nothing but her bra and panties when he walks into the room. He walks behind her and pauses, takes off his shirt; he wants to feel her skin against his chest. She hears him but of course doesn’t turn. She knows she’s to stand quietly, her wrists crossed, her eyes down. She waits.

She feels his warmth before he touches her, knows he’s standing very close, and then his hand is on her throat, gently but with a grip she knows he’d tighten if she were to try to pull away. But this gesture, which might panic another woman, calms her–she relaxes, lets her eyes close, makes a small sigh. Her legs feel suddenly weak, as if encouraging her to drop to her knees. She doesn’t: he hasn’t yet commanded that.

He tips her head back onto his shoulder and she feels the warmth of his bare chest pressed against her back. Involuntarily she relaxes against him, slumping slightly into him, trying to draw closer. He puts his arm around her body, beneath her breasts, and holds her tightly as she relaxes even more.

She never knows what he’ll say, what he’ll tell her of his plans for her, but this time the words are familiar: he’s going to do what he wrote–make her kneel over him while he devours her. Suddenly, she feels her wetness in anticipation. She moans softly.

“Are you wet, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answers, in a quiet, almost timid voice.

As he always does, he reaches around her and spreads her labia, dips his finger into her wetness.

“Good, Kitten. I like it when you’re wet.”

“I know, Sir,” she replies.

He turns her so that she’s facing the pillow that’s always waiting for her when she comes to his room. “Kneel, Kitten.”

She kneels. She kneels, and he puts his hand under her chin and tips her head up to face him. She tries to open her eyes and look at him, almost succeeds–and then the sound of him unzipping his pants makes her self-conscious, and she closes her eyes, would lower her face if he wasn’t still holding her. She opens her mouth, and as the head of his hard cock touches her lips, she raises her hands and presses her palms lightly against his thighs to support herself, and takes him in.