“Now go to my room, undress, take off your bra but keep your panties on, and stand by the pillow and wait for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watch you walk to the bedroom, appreciating, as I always do, your trim little body as you move away from me.

I walk into my room, taking off my shirt on the way, and find you right where you’re supposed to be, eyes downcast, hands crossed obediently in front of you. I stand behind you, rest my hand lightly on your throat, and tip you back against me. I kiss you softly below your ear.

And then our routine changes, just a little.

I turn you around so you’re facing me, slip my arm around you, pull you close. You put your arms around my neck, rest your head on my shoulder, and we dance, slowly, to unheard music. And I talk to you.

“Kitten, here’s what we’re going to do, tonight. I’m going to hold you like this for a little while, breathe you in–you smell so good; you always smell so good. Enjoy your body in my arms, your warmth against my chest.”

My hand slips down to your bottom, grabs you firmly, possessively, then pulls you more tightly against me.

“And then, after I hold you, I’m going to take you to bed. I’ll make you kneel for me, of course. Always, and for a long time. But that will be later. What I want first, what I want more than anything tonight, is to lay you down in my bed, and to wrap my strong arms around you and hold you so tightly that you can’t move–tightly enough that you can breathe but you can’t move at all. And, while I’m holding you like that, your arms trapped between us, your legs held apart with mine, my weight holding you down–while I have you so restrained that all you can do is move your head from side to side, I’m going to make love to you.

“You’ll feel the head of my cock press against your pussy, feel it slowly spread your lips and just slip inside you. I’ll pause, move my cock back and forth a little to make it wet, and then push deeper into you. You’ll feel every inch, Kitten, as I slowly drive myself in and out, a little deeper with each inward thrust.

“Kitten, do you want my cock deep inside your pussy?”

It takes you a moment to answer, to realize that I’ve asked you a question. “Yes, Sir,” you say, very quietly–so quietly that, if your head weren’t on my shoulder, I might not have heard you.

“Good. I’m not going to thrust so hard that I hurt you, not tonight. But I’m going to fill you, and I’m going to make love to you with long, slow, firm thrusts, deep but not too deep for you, and it’s going to go on and on and on. Because that’s what I want tonight: your body helpless beneath mine, and my cock sliding endlessly in and out of you.

“After that, Kitten, I’ll do other things to you, things I’ll like and you’ll mostly like. Rough things, some of them. But we’re going to make love for a long time, first.”

And then I kiss your neck, and I stroke your hair, and I bend down and pick you up in my arms and carry you to bed. I strip your panties off, and then kiss your lips, and your neck, and then take one of your nipples in my mouth. My fingers gently spread your pussy as my tongue circles your nipple, and it’s several minutes before I do the things I said I’d do. But I do, and we make love for what seems like forever, your face pressed against my neck as you moan and gasp.