Coffee with Sir

Coffee with Sir

He smelled of fresh coffee,

His fresh suit ready for Him.

His girl kneeling for His inspection,

His property.

Mine He whispers,

Has His hands guide over her body.

He wraps His fingers around her hair.

Her body tingles,

at His touch.

The world begins to silence.

Her breath no longer hers,

but His

She becomes wetter for Him,

under His control.

She needed more,

but she held still,

for His command.

He seen the need,

in her eyes.

This what He craved,

to see the desire in her eys.

What she lived for,

His need,

His desire,

His want,

He slaps her ass,

the sting,

the high,

the feel of His mark.

His baby girl

messy hair,

tears of love,

sniffy noise,

the look of well fucked,

His

Laying on the couch,

arms wrapped around her,

protected,

cherished.

Loved,

and mine.

Curled below Him,

or next to Him,

always see the,

comfort,

and devotion,

in her eyes.

He is my perfect place,

my home.

Perfectly His submissive.

Mine.

Author Natalie.S