He placed her on her knees, told her to look at herself. She was a good girl, she did as she was told. She studied the peaks of her nipples, the milky white skin of her tummy, the curves of her hips. She expected him to talk to her, to explain what this lesson was about. Instead he just sat across the room, watching.
She snuck a sideways glance, her brows furrowed and unsure. He sat stoically ignoring her looks. Patience was not a strength of hers and he enjoyed playing upon it. As time continued to pass, she got increasingly frustrated. He could see the anxiousness building in the small movements of her toes, the heaviness of her sighs, the way her lips pressed tightly together. He stood and moved towards her, meeting her stare.
Good kitten. I wanted you to truly see the ‘before’
The before? she asked.
Mmmhmm. The you before I fuck you. Before I turn your skin pink with pleasure. Before I mark you with my hands. Before I leave you breathless, hoarse, and coated with my cum.
She audibly gasped and her hands tightened around the edge of the mirror. She bit her lip and he saw her ass clench the tiniest bit. He stepped backwards again, a smirk playing upon his lips. He hadn’t planned on making her wait any longer, but suddenly he had a feeling watching her squirm in anticipation would be worth the wait….
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