My Sweet Girl,
Eighteen days.
That’s how long I have to wait to finally have my hands on you… and every day that passes, I find myself thinking of new ways to make that first moment deliciously unforgettable. You have no idea how often you cross my mind—and how much I enjoy letting my imagination run wild when it comes to you.
I keep picturing the way you look when you get all shy after I call you cute… especially when you're trying so hard to be good for me. The way you bite your lip, or blush. You have this way of being absolutely irresistible just by existing—and you don't even realize it, which makes it so much worse. Or better, depending on which one of us you're asking.
Do you have any idea what you do to me when you send me those little messages, the ones that make me smirk and think, “Oh, she’s really begging for it now…”? You’re such a sweet, eager little thing—and I plan to reward you very thoroughly for that. When I finally get you in front of me, I want to take my time with you. I want to savor every reaction, every breathy little sound you make when I press just right, when I whisper things in your ear that no one else gets to hear.
I want you squirming under my gaze before I even touch you. I want your mind spinning before I even lay a hand on your body. I want to tease you until you're practically trembling, needy, begging with those pretty eyes—and only then will I decide if you’ve earned what you crave.
And baby, I already know how cute you’ll look, flushed and flustered, trying to remember how to form words while you’re completely under my control.
So keep being a good girl. Keep counting down the days. Keep imagining everything I might do to you, and wonder what I won’t let you have… not just yet.
You’re mine.
And soon, I’m going to show you exactly what that means.
—Your Mistress
