sweetlynaughty

Kneeling at his feet always feels like home. His eyes on me when he looks down at me when he’s taking a break from work; I could sit here for hours, I love the content look on his face when he looks at me at his feet. We both know I belong here.

It never lasts that long though, and that’s my next favorite part of being with him.

His sudden command to me, “Stand.” My breath catches, and I know exactly how he expects me to stand. Facing him, my legs spread wide, ...