Kitten,

I’m counting.

I want you, little one. I want to bruise your breasts and nipples with my grip. I want to thrust my cock and my fingers deep into your pussy, mouth, and ass. I want to hold you down and pound into you until you ache.

But more than all that, I want to make you obey me. I want to sit back and tell you to worship my cock, and then watch as you crawl naked across the bed and press your lips against my shaft. I want to push you to your knees and grasp your hair tightly in my hand and pull your head hard against me, driving my cock deep into your throat, and watch as you wait obediently for me to take it out so you can breathe again. I want to push you down on your stomach and tell you not to move — “be still, Kitten” — as I slowly take your ass.

I want you here, submitting, surrendering, obeying.

Love, and Desire,
Sir