[ She's never really been met with any objections from him, especially because she's never handled him cruelly or with any intention to cause him pain — this dominance, the way that they've always done it, is her issuing orders with the confidence that he'll follow them, but never giving him something that she knows he'd have hesitation about or even say no to. He trusts her enough to take care of him like this, and not just because she's in the process of dropping to her knees in front of him right now.
He swallows once, thickly, and he can't stop himself from touching her, from wanting to keep touching her; when she finally kneels down in front of where he's standing, he reaches out to gently thread his fingers through her hair, stroking the soft brown strands, tucking a few stray pieces behind her ear. It gives him something to do above the way his heart is pounding in his chest, and focusing on her means he can almost keep his breathing slow when she peels that underwear down and his cock springs out into view, fully hard before she even wraps a hand around it. ]
You... honestly, you barely have to do anything. [ To get him like this, is what he means, but he groans quietly, more of a brief grunt, as he looks down to watch her hand moving on him, somehow infinitely better than when he touches himself. ] Just looking at you makes me hard, mistress.
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He swallows once, thickly, and he can't stop himself from touching her, from wanting to keep touching her; when she finally kneels down in front of where he's standing, he reaches out to gently thread his fingers through her hair, stroking the soft brown strands, tucking a few stray pieces behind her ear. It gives him something to do above the way his heart is pounding in his chest, and focusing on her means he can almost keep his breathing slow when she peels that underwear down and his cock springs out into view, fully hard before she even wraps a hand around it. ]
You... honestly, you barely have to do anything. [ To get him like this, is what he means, but he groans quietly, more of a brief grunt, as he looks down to watch her hand moving on him, somehow infinitely better than when he touches himself. ] Just looking at you makes me hard, mistress.