Delectable Deviants

Don’t think Sir doesn’t know how wet you’re getting.

Watching for my every sigh.

Each bite I might make on my lower lip.

As you make soft purrs turn to gasps, then moans.

Of seeing the flickers of delight in your eyes.

The way your your fingertips start to play on my bottom, over my thighs.

Of when the electric of your ever-so-slightly-touching fingernails over my balls cause my to swear, to say your name.

Recalling how you delight in finishing me off all over your face.

As if celebrating your prize within every hot pulse all over you.

I love that it makes you so sticky.

And Sir is turned on at the thought of licking you.

Of tasting deep and seeing just how naughty Miss has gotten.

Of making it ‘worse’ with his lips and tongue.

Watching you get off on watching Sir.

As his commanding tease pins you down and pushes you to climax.

Wanting you to shiver for me.

Beg to be allowed to cum for me.

And I know, even now, of how hard i’m going to fuck you.

Of the words and phrasings I know unpick every button of your resolve.

For Sir is pleased with Miss.

Very pleased.

And within that, he’s going to do some very naughty things to her.

Such a good girl for Sir.

But oh so very bad.