𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♥

yes mr anderson

his hands roamed my body, fingers dragging along my skin and touching every inch of me, squeezing in the places that made me moan and tingle. his nose dragged along my collar bone, teasing me as he ran it up my neck and placed his lips beside my ear, his soft deep voice speaking to me.

"you like that?" he whispered, and i nodded, groaning softly under my breath, and nodded against his body, skin to his suit. he was dressed so fine, wearing a silk shirt in rich burgundy red and black slacks with a leather belt. the shirt was slightly undone at the front exposing his collar bone and tucked neatly into the hem of his trousers. i was the complete polar opposite, completely naked without a single article of clothing to cover my delicate skin, so soft and smooth after having put the lotion on he requested. my hair silky and shiny, running over my shoulders and back. his hands continued to roam me, pressing, and squeezing over the sensitive areas that begged to be touched.

"hm?" he asked quietly, softly demanding me to answer.

"yes mr anderson, i do" i whispered, and he grinned in your ear, breathing in your scent deeply. i smelt delicious, a sweet perfume running down my neck and in my hair. his hand came up to my neck, wrapping his long fingers around my throat and pulling me into his front, his lips coming to my ear again and he spoke gently.

"you're mine tonight. you are here to serve me and do as i tell you. i'm in control, do you understand?" he whispered that last bit and i moaned, nodding softly. my air was slowly getting cut off from his grip on my neck and a gentle squeeze made me wince.

"i can't hear you" he demanded.

"yes mr anderson" i answered, and he hummed in delight. he turned me around and his dark eyes roamed my body, humming and breathing deeply. his hands cupped your neck, bringing me close to his warm body, his rich cologne lingering as i got closer and he kissed me deeply, lips taking over mine. i moaned into the kiss, hands gripping his wrists. his teeth took my bottom lip in and pulled away, letting it ping back and i moaned loudly, my wetness starting to form.

"good girl" he smirked. he turned and started to walk to a tall chair placed in front of a fireplace, sitting down, and crossing one leg over the other, leaning back slightly.

"now get on your knees and crawl to me" he ordered, and i bit your lip to stop me from grinning. i slowly sunk to my knees, getting on all fours like a dog and began to crawl to him, slowly and seductive. the carpet luckily helped my knees stop from burning at the weight and pressure on them and when i reached his feet, i waited for further instructions. core was practically tingling now, aching to be touched and i dared not to do so, knowing you'd receive punishment.

"do you know how slaves serve their masters?" he asked.

"they worship them" i said, my tone half questionable and the other confident in my answer.

"and how do they liked to be worshipped?" he asked, and i felt my whole-body tingle.

"at their feet" kai smirked and nodded.

"good, now start worshiping" he ordered quickly, and i obeyed. pressing my body to the floor, i stuck your tongue out and began to worship his leather shoe, slowly licking up the leather and to the top. i kissed the tip of it and ran your tongue up again, returning to the tip and doing the same. kai watched from above, his hand casually laid on his leg, the other on the arm of the chair, a smirk on his lips. his hard-on pressed tightly against his pants, aching to be released as well but he waited. he wanted to savor this moment of watching me kneel at his feet and worship him like he was a god to me.

i kissed and moved along the side of his shoe, leaving wet marks all over. the sickly taste of leather was lingering on my tongue, and i wetted it more as it was starting to dry up. i kissed softly and small moans escaped you as you did.