How sweet it is to see him come on all fours
as if he was lonesome
needing
wanting
craving
it was that soft touch like a mist of rain upon those tiny hairs that stood on end when she made her presence before him
it was that sudden whisper that cascaded it's warmth over his neck when she cooed in his ear and called him a "good boy"
It was the way she moved with such a tease that escaped his imagination
that he found his way back to following her to her room
he knew what he needed to do to please her and he picked up her garments from the floor as undressed all the way to the room
How sweet it was for her to leave pieces of her scent behind for him to follow
her scent drove him wild
or maybe it was the way she looked at him like the prey
and she was the predator
the way she seemed to methodically dance around him and tease his mind
oh how she knew what she was doing to make him weak before her
she'd sit there on the chair before him and watch him slowly come up to her
place his head upon her thigh
letting her run her fingertips through his hair
how he waited for her commands like the good boy he always was for her
It was the anticipation of being told what to do at any given moment that aroused him
it was the way she ran her fingers down along that pulsing vein in his neck and felt it beat against her fingertip even faster
she loved it
she craved it
she needed it
Finally after the anticipation was rising she finally looked in his eyes, "Let's play... shall we?"
That smile began slightly on each side of his lips. He was grateful that she wanted any part of him
he was never sure if she'd bring home someone else to use in front of him