Artist Unknown…from BlueSky

It was quiet and peaceful.

Felicia entered the living room to spy her Sir in his chair, reading as usual.  She smiled demurely as she approached and saw him watch her.  The familiar flutter in her stomach came once more as it always did when he looked at her like now.

It was a look that was heated and left her feeling naked before him, no matter where or what she was wearing—time to make it a truth.  Without a word, her fingers began to unbutton her blouse.  Felicia knew his eyes were on her.  It was for his benefit she stripped before him.  It was symbolic of her baring herself to him and entering into submissive mode.

She ran her own online business and was damned good at it.  Having her own income and her own work time free of the dynamic was essential to her.  She was blessed to have a Dom who gave her that space and time.  In return, she worked very hard to show him she was very much his girl.

Shucking off the shirt, her hand went to the front clasp of her bra.  Felicia took her time doing the move he loved so much.  It was pretty much the universal motion of a woman divesting herself of her bra.  Still, it aroused him, and she’d exaggerate for him.  A little shimmy of her torso never hurt either.  

Her nipples were already rather tender because her reminder task today had been to pinch them whenever she thought of him.  Well, she’d thought a lot about him!  Damn it.  He already knew.  She would text him a heart to say she had thought of him and done it.  It was their lover’s code.

Unzipping her skirt, she let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it.  No panties.  She grinned at him as his eyebrow arched.  Shrugging, Felicia would let him wonder if she’d been that way all day or not.  He did require it sometimes, and she obeyed as she should.  He was good to her in not doing it on days she needed more focus on her work.  

Properly in her submissive garb, she walked to him and knelt at his feet.  Her arms hugged his legs as her head rested on his lap.  

“How was your day, Sir?” She asked.

He pet through her hair as he told her, and she listened and then asked questions to show she was paying attention and remembered earlier conversations.  When he’d finally died off in his explanation, he turned the question on her.  She told him about her things.  It was nice he asked and listened to her.  It fortified her self-worth.

Kurt loved this time of day.

It made it all worthwhile to see his beautiful submissive come in and strip for him.  He’d long ago learned to cherish that she genuinely enjoyed being naked and kneeling while he was clothed and sitting above her.  She would shrug and say that’s what it is to be submissive, Sir.  He wasn’t so sure about that.  It was a special kind of woman and submissive to honestly crave to be where she was right now for him.

Felicia let herself relax into where she needed and wanted to be.  Here, bare, with him, for him…and…she grinned.  

“Sir?” She asked.

“Yes?” He asked.

“I…I haven’t tasted you in a while.” She commented.

“That’s true.” He agreed and left it there while he stared down at her.

She grinned where he could see it now.  He would make her work for it—fair…as he should.  Never give too much leeway to an assertive submissive.  She’d worry she wasn’t loved enough.

“Please, may I taste you, Sir?  May I worship?” She begged.

He smiled warmly.  “You may.”

She followed her regular routine.  It was like a dance. They knew all the steps but still enjoyed dancing.  Soon, she had him in her hand as she licked his tip, then around the crown.  His sigh was her reward, and the heat was building in his eyes.

Felicia took her time and coated him well with her tongue before slurping him down partway.  Not all the way, yet, but halfway.  She could make him work for it, too.  She wasn’t, really.  It wasn’t in her nature, but she knew he loved her playing with him.

After the play was over, she got down to business and let him enjoy the velvety heat of her throat as she kissed his pelvis.  

“You look so magnificent with your lips around my cock.” He murmured in a hazy kind of voice.

She felt a deep surge of heat and pleasure at his comment.  Her eyes flashed up to him to convey just how much it meant to hear that, and she also tried to tell him she felt more lovely with her lips around him.

Soon, he was coming, and she showed her training and good girl status by not missing a drop.  His eyes closed in bliss, and she felt fulfilled in more ways than a warm stomach.  Felicia knew she’d still be able to taste him the next day!

Soon, his breathing was normal once more, and he caressed her head she was again resting on his thigh.  “Baby, come up here and kiss me.” He commanded.

“Mmm, yes, Sir!” She obeyed.

His kiss was claiming and deep.  Her nipples begged for attention, and then so did she.  Sir indulged her and left her gasping and moaning.  

“Time for bed, please, Sir?” She kissed his earlobe and nibbled.

He growled softly and smacked her ass while she straddled him.  “Not for sleep.” He warned.

“Of course not, Sir…not at all…not for a little while.” She rose off his lap and took his hand.