Domesticated Sundays

I kneel and stack books onto shelves and brush up the rug. He walks behind me and pulls down my clothes. He begins to play with me and force his fingers over me. He kneels behind me and slides himself in. I am on all fours, hands on the wool, balancing and getting fucked.

He chases pleasure and pushes his fingers into more holes. He stretches me and slides into my arse. He tells me. "Im going to fuck you like this, so that I can come inside you". I whimper and fantasize about his release. I beg, please and he does as he said he would.

Later he urges me over the arm of a chair and takes me again. Later still I sit across his lap and ride until my body melts. I pleasure him with my mouth. I do it perfectly. He tells me so. I gag and snivel and suck. He coats the back of my throat and I breath hard and happy.