He was waiting for her; on the floor, naked with his head bowed. She cursed herself for the awful day she had just had and the tiredness that made her bones weary. Layla threw her bag on the sofa and kicked off her shoes, enjoying the instant relief. Still he waited. Good boy.

She scanned the room and saw he had obeyed her instructions; red wine, chocolate and her toys all placed neatly on the glass coffee table. Instant warmth began to grow inside her, instantly soothing her weariness.

"Look at me," she commanded. His head shot up, blue eyes sparkled with anticipation, like always. This time she would not let him have what he needed so quickly. Layla reached up and began to unbutton her blouse; one button at a time until she reached her waistband. All the time she kept her eyes on him, watching his reaction. She opened up the front and noticed his eyes sparkle.

"Yes, I know you love my breasts, my sweet." She did not take her blouse off, instead she reached around to her back of her skirt and unzipped it and then wiggled it lower over her hips before letting it fall onto the floor. He opened his mouth as though he was about to say something then closed it quickly. His cock began to harden, just the way she knew it would.

"Mistress might treat to tonight." Reaching down she stroked her pussy lips hinting at what his treat might be. He licked his lips and his eyes stayed on her pussy. Layla pulled off her blouse and sat down completely naked on the sofa opposite him with her knees apart. He was at the right height for what she had in mind. She reached over for the glass of wine and took a sip, held it in her mouth a moment and then swallowed slowly savouring the taste.

"Mmm, Merlot my favourite, well done my sweet for remembering." She placed the glass on the table and took a chocolate from the bowl.

"Let's see if you know which I like." Layla licked the outside with the tips of her tongue then had another idea. She licked the whole chocolate until it began to get gooey in her fingers before taking it to her pussy. In careful strokes, she coated her pussy lips with the chocolate and then used it to pry them open to play with her pussy. His cock reacted by hardening further. She stroked faster enjoying the look of sheer desperation in his eyes. Her pussy contracted as the warmth that began in her rose until it became a fire of need. She looked at his through her foggy brained state and saw his jaw clenching and his hands gripping his knees as hard as possible. Slow torture was always the best.


He lunged at her mouth open and licked her pussy like a man starved. His rough hands pushed her thighs apart and he edged in, using all of his face to massage her aching pussy. The suddenly she pushed him away and saw immense hurt on his face.

"On the floor, now," she barked at him. Swiftly he lay down and she wasted no time in straddling his face. He reached around and grabbed her ass. She rubbed her juices all over his face and groaned as each thrust of her hips created such friction that her orgasm came faster, erupting and sending her body into blissful spasms.

Maybe having a live-in sub wasn't such a bad thing after all.


Michaela Rhua is a British author, who loves nothing more than curling up with a good book and a glass of red wine. Having a day job, two children and a husband keeps her busy. Check out more about Michaela on her site and Facebook.


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