The bass growl of Sir’s car cut suddenly. She knelt in her place, anticipation pulling behind her navel and tightening between her thighs. The sound of his shoes against the walkway, the confident stride melted the building tension until her skin prickled with heat and the thin vermillion lace of her underwear became damp.

She smoothed her hair away from her face quickly and cast her eyes down as the key slid back the tumblers and his polished shoes came into view. Every nerve ending in her body became incredibly aware of his presence and practically reached for him. She remained still, Sir would see that she was waiting for him. He dropped his coat, hat, and case aside of her and strode past. It was their routine. As he left the entrance hallway, she was to stand and put his coat on the rack, the hat on a hook by his keys, and the case on the highboy ready for Sir to take with him in the morning.

His voice beckoned her to the sitting room as she finished her task. Quickly she returned to her knees and crawled, hips swaying in a practised motion, to where he sat. Sir’s fingers caressed her jaw, tracing the delicate bone structure, admiring the handiwork of genetics and careful training with his favourite leather strap. A brush of his thumb over her full lips told her what he wanted her to do and her hands immediately went to work. Her fingers massaging his calves up to the tops and inner part of his thighs while her face dipped to kiss the fastener of his belt. She wanted so badly to wrap her mouth around him but Sir taught her patience and so she pressed gentle kisses against his trousers, her kneading hands slowly working their way to unbutton them. Sir lifted his hips so that they could be moved while she continued. A layer of fabric lay between her and her reward. More kisses pressed to the growing length as deft fingers tugged at the waistband of his underwear.

One manicured hand reaches to brace him so that her kisses and licks make contact every time. He’s hard and thick, the taste of his skin is her drug of choice and with an encouraging sigh from Sir, she takes him into her mouth. The stretch of her lips and tongue around his head and shaft is welcomed, slowly she moves closer, her other hand cupping his balls. She moves up on her knees to take him in, all the way into her throat, he’s never quite deep enough. Back, away from her throat to return to licks and suckling his tip. A trail of kisses leads her to the base, she mustn’t waste any opportunity to heighten his pleasure or to show him how much she enjoys using her mouth on him. First to the right, then to the left, her hand pumping him. He’s nearly as slick as she is, her pussy aching to be stretched by Sir.

As if asking for what she wanted, she returns her lips and tongue to his head, taking him into her throat again and again. All the way in and out again, slowly and then faster until the sound that her throat makes closing around him fills her ears. Her eyes half-lidded in desire. She wants him to come, she wants his fingers to tighten in her hair and push her head down so that he fills her throat. His hips buck, her curled locks tangle between his fingers. One of her hands grips his thigh, the other massages him, pleading with careful tugs and presses for release. His breath shortens, the moans that alert her to his impending orgasm mixes with the sound he makes as her throat is pounded with thrust after thrust. Her eyes meet his, begging for her reward, every last drop of it.

Thank you, Sir.