a little game

I've told you before, he likes me on my knees.
So there I am again, happily, kneeling naked at his feet.

I stand to undress him as I've done a thousand times.
First the belt. The leather is worn and looks deceivingly soft.
We both know it's not. I place it on the bed near me, his two
favorite toys side by side and within his reach.

Shoes, socks, trousers...I pause when I start to unbutton his shirt.
It's been a good day. There is lightness in the room with us tonight.
I look him in the eyes. A smirk curls his lips. He knows this look
in my eyes. It's not the usual look of love, adoration or even fear.
My eyes are bright and playful. I can't suppress the wicked imp.
She is there in full force wanting to play. And he indulges her.
I love that about him. How he can humor me and let me have
what I want without ever letting me forget who's really in control.
I know what my role is. I'm his toy. His eager, willing, trusting fucktoy.

But now it's me who wants to play, who orders him not to move.
I slip off his shirt and slip my arms into it. It still hangs open for
him to see but I'm not as exposed as he likes to keep me.
I take my time, smelling him, touching him, moving my lips over anywhere
that I like. Teasing him with my tongue, I linger until I get a response and
stop abruptly moving on to other delicious parts. Tasting whatever pleases me,
he instinctively grabs my head and I pinch him hard. I order him again not to move.
Reprimanding him excites me. I stifle a giggle because it also scares me.
I know there will be payback but I can't help myself. I reprimand him again while
I move on to the bed in front of him. Sitting up, legs wide open for him to see
and I can feel I'm already wet. Spreading myself open more, I taunt him
with my words, asking him if he likes what he sees, asking him if he wants
to touch and more, always denying him. Taking a slick finger, I brush it over his lips, just a taste, just a tease for him and I lick it off myself. I'm happy with his response and lean in to lick that, too. Greedy. Greedy, Greedy. Sucking him while I play.

I want him as close as possible to me while I tease so I order him to his knees knowing the only time he goes to his knees is to hold me down or use me, never for servitude. I can hardly hold his stare, my stomach is in knots knowing he can end my game at any time, but I can't ignore how wet I get when he appeases me.
I order him to lick me, just a lick but he doesn't stop. It doesn't take me long to lose myself in a wave of orgasms. The moans he is forcing out of me are so loud, I never hear him pick up the belt until it hits down on my chest. He flips me over and pushes my head into the bed so fast I can barely catch my breath.
Game over. Payback will be a bitch.