Moving closer, he drops slowly to one knee, looping a finger in the ring of her collar. He draws her slowly to him, close for a gentle kiss; fondling her breasts lightly as he watches for her response.”
As he touches her, her skin leaps alive. With a practiced hand he clips to the dangling ring with a soft, metallic, finality. He stands and with a murmur commands. ‘heel pet,’ and he turns.”
She raises her chin and gazes into his eyes. Seconds pass as she drinks him in, every feature familiar; yet utterly unknown. He is her known unknown, and she loves him for it. With a single finger she lightly traces his cheek and brow before leading him to his favored leather club chair. Jameson’s, Blue of course, on ice, awaits. She kneels on her fur cushion placed so closely just at his feet. He folds himself into the waiting chair and casually places her leash on the ready ornate hook atop the awaiting heavy brass stand.”
"Taking a dripping cube, he traces her lips, trailing rivulets of melting ice tinged with whiskey. Continuing his journey; he wanders across the fields and valleys of her skin, down her neck, first one nipple, dallying, then on to its twin, mindful not to neglect either before meandering down her taut belly."
"Oooh.." she shudders with an intake of breath.
Drawing down his pants, she sinks to her knees, examining him carefully before taking him into her mouth through the silk boxers now exposed. She looks up as to seek His approval. Eyes meet, as he sips slowly the diminishing drink they share, watching as she explores below. His eyes smile back at her inquiry. No words spoken, save a slight moan, barely escaping, as she suckles below.
The gentle sounds of twilight mix with the soft percuss ions of jazz adding depth to the quiet sounds of her work. She keeps her rhythm tied loosely to the steady tick of the clock as his pleasure rises.”