Kitten,

I will probably be asleep very soon, long before ten tonight. I want to be completely recovered for the next time I get to have you, and sleep seems the best way to get there.

I thought of you today, as I do every day, kneeling beside my bed. Of all the ways I’ve had you, that’s still the most natural, the way I think of you when I’m being your awful dom: kneeling, my hand in your hair, your naked body rocking slowly back and forth as I thrust into your throat.

But, of course, I want you every way.

Your dom misses you.

Love,
YOUR Q.