He knew what he wanted, and he found it.

His prize, his gift, his everything, all knelt and displayed for him to touch and make his own.

She knew what he wanted, and it was hers to deliver. She knew the rules. Knees spread, hands on the floor behind her back. She knew her body was never going to be the same again, her choice to give herself to him completely made her forget everything else.

She was sat in the perfect submissive pose, her hair flowing down her back out her face, the low light highlighting the deep red lace she wore for him. She knew this was his favourite colour, and by wearing it she hoped she would get something extra out of tonight.

They were the perfect power play, and they gave and took each other without abandon, tonight was just a chapter in their lives.

She heard the door click open and she closed her eyes ready for his aura to assault her heightened senses. She could already smell his favourite cologne that he wore just for her. He sighed from the doorframe, taking all of her in. She was perfection, and her gift made him feel like a king, he nurtured her trust and had enjoyed watching her blossom.

He stood in front of her, the next choice was hers. He cupped her chin and made her green gaze meet his steely grey ones. With the other hand, he undid his belt, softly pulling through the loops of fabric, never breaking eye contact. Everything they did, he needed her to consent to. A faint blush painted her cheeks and she nodded, her pink tongue licking her ruby red lips.  

He undid his zipper on his jeans, pulling his length out. His gaze told her everything, yet waited for her to give in. The greatest gift was her trust, and he knew how to earn it.

"Come suck my dick sweetheart... come see what you have done to me today."

She put her hands on his hips and touched the tip of him with her lips, slowly spreading them open and down his length in the way she knew he liked it, her tongue lapping at his head as she sucked him to the base and up again, repeating the motion over and over. Her eyes never leaving his, knowing she was his and no one else's.

She flattened her tongue and pushed further down, tasting him like he was the coldest ice cream on a hot day. Her soft, wet mouth working over him again and again. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and worked his hands through her long hair.

"Such a good girl for me, pet. You know just what I like, don't you? Wearing my favourite colour, your lipstick staining my cock. You are such a good girl..."

She continued sucking his hard cock, pleased she made him react this way, relishing in her power. Her hand slipped from his hip to her thigh, close to her pussy. Pleasure pulsing through her body, her fingertips made their way to her clit, and just as she was about to engage in some self-pleasure, he pulled out of her mouth sharply and lifted her chin.

A knowing smile flittered over her face as she looked at him, defiance flashing in her eyes.

"Such a naughty thing, aren't you?" He murmured, knowing she did this on purpose.

He strode to the high backed chair and beckoned her with his fingers. His face was expressionless as he uttered the words she needed to hear.

"Here pet, crawl over to me. Do not break eye contact. Come sit over my knee. now."