Richard
Elizabeth rises in a lithe movement, turns the lock on the door and pulls the blinds down on the internal window. Then returning to me, she straddles my lap, hooking her arms behind my neck.
“What would you like, Master?”
…. What would I like?
From everything offered....
“I'd like to get inside my wife and hear her moan as I fuck her.”
Smiling at the eyes, “As my Master wishes.”
Standing again, she reaches for my belt, the smile working its way to her mouth as she finds my zipper tight against the pressure from within, wrestling with it for the few seconds it takes her to unbelt, unzip and release me.
Spinning my chair through ninety, giving herself space to move, she stands back, raising her skirt from the hem, all the while holding my eye. Lifting slowly, she displays herself to me; her panties, a vee of white lace and satin against porcelain skin.
“Master?”
Do I let her strip for me?
…. Or do I do it myself?
A dark and growing stain creeps up the satin....