~ willow ~

He watched as she awkwardly coiled the thin, chocolate brown rope three times around her small wrist. He smiled at her as she pulled at the end with her teeth...tightening the knot. She smiled widely at him...the love shining in her eyes, her excitement palpable. He took her hand, cupping it gently in his, palm upward. He brought her wrist up to his lips and gently kissed the knot secured there.

"This is a symbol of what's to come, sub" , he told her.

And she hugged him tight, lost for words, she relished the tender moment, burying her face into his neck. She straddled him, her legs crossed loosely behind him. He held her, stroking her hair...marvelling at her unwavering devotion and love. His pride in the girl energised and inspired him.

Suddenly, filled with desire for her, he twisted his hand in her hair and tugged it back. She gasped and he growled a little as he kissed and bit her neck. He heard her breath quicken and noticed her chest rise and fall that much faster. Her nipples already poking at the fabric of her white cotton shirt. He took his other hand and slid it between her legs...rubbing gently. Bringing her head close he whispered in her ear, "Undress for me, my slut, then down on your knees".

"Yes, Sir", she replied, biting her lip and lowering her eyes.

She climbed off his lap and stood before him. He reclined back in his chair, his eyes taking her in. She blushed under his gaze. Her hands trembled a little as she crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Slowly pulling it up and over her head. He drank in her body..the softness of her tummy, the curve of her tits and the deliciousness of her aroused nipples.

Biting her lip she undid the top button of her jeans....then slowly and deliberately unzipped. He caught a glimpse of black cotton panties as she hooked her thumbs into her belt loops. Enjoying his attention...she smiled coyly at him as she pulled her jeans down over her hips and down to her ankles. Stepping out of them she kicked them aside.

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "You'll be tidying up after yourself later, my slut", he said semi-sternly.

"Of course, Sir", she said, biting her lip to suppress a cheeky grin.

Turning away from him now. She wiggled her arse a little, looking back to wink at him. She took hold of her panties at her hips...and slid them down, bending forward slightly as she brought them down her thighs all the way to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she turned to face her Sir. He admired her as she stood there..her smooth, olive skin, her brown eyes, boldly looking back at him before lowering quickly. Her neatly shaved pussy with just a soft, trail of hair leading downward. It was all he could do not to grab her and pull her to him roughly. But he had other plans for her tonight.

She walked toward him and kneeled at his feet. Her knees apart slightly, her hands lay on her thighs, palms facing upward. Her head bowed, her hair falling forward and around her face. Naked but for the small piece of rope encircling her wrist and secured with a simple knot.

"What is your wish, Sir?", she asked softly.

Standing, he looked down at her bowed head.

"You will just have to wait and see, my sweet sub..."