Kitten,

Expect this. Because, as I told you, I’m feeling like an animal. I’m feeling hard.

Love,
Sir

Expect to stand waiting for me, but not to have to wait too long. Because I want you, Kitten. I want you badly.

Expect me to stand behind you and hold your throat when I tell you what I’m going to demand of you. I’m going to demand a lot, Kitten. I want so much of you.

Before I order you to your knees, before I demand that of you, expect me to ask you, as I always do, “are you wet, Kitten?” And when you answer, expect to be pushed roughly back against the wall. Expect my hand in your hair, pulling your head back. Because that’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to be pushed, not too gently, against the wall, your legs pushed apart, your blouse unbuttoned or pulled up, your bra yanked down. I’m going to kiss you, hard, on the lips, and I’m going to pinch you, hard, on the nipples. I’m going to manhandle your breasts. I’m going to make you gasp and squirm and moan, Kitten.

And then I’m going to put my hand between your legs and see for myself how wet you are. I’m going to thrust my fingers into you, deep into you, lifting you up on your toes, pushing you hard against the wall. I’m going to thrust my fingers into you until your legs are weak and you’re gasping for breath.

Then, Kitten, expect to be spun around and pushed forward against the wall, your cheek pressed against it, my grip on your hair tight. Expect me to slip my hand into your pants and grab your ass, squeeze it hard, grasp your hip and press my body against you. You’ll know, at that moment, that I’m thinking of fucking you against the wall. And I probably will–but not yet.

You’ll feel the tension in me, Kitten. You know how tightly wound I can be, how intense I get: you felt it just recently. You’ll feel that, and you’ll wonder what I’m about to do to you, whether I’ll pull your pants down and spank you, or fuck you, or fuck your ass. You won’t know.

But I’ll tell you. After a moment, after I’ve held you hard against the wall and thought about what I want from you right now, I’ll pull you back from the wall. I’ll be more gentle now. I’ll pull you back against me, and I’ll speak softly to you, and I’ll tell you to turn around and kneel for me now. And you’ll know you’re safe, for a few more minutes. And you’ll know just what to do to please me.

And you’ll do it.

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Sixty-one now, Kitten.