On the carpet of the hallway, she kneels. Bare chested in laced black panties, the small chain hanging from her collar rests cold on her skin.

The door clicks and she feels a gust of chilly air drift in. She hears the familiar shuffle of shoes, the rustle of a coat being shrugged and the dropping of a briefcase to the floor. She doesn’t look up. She won’t until she is bid.

Silence.

From the corner of her eye, she sees two feet mere inches away. Her stomach flips under the scent of woody aftershave and instinctively, her head bows all the more.

“Good evening, Sir.” She says clearly despite the nerves spiking in her limbs.

“Good evening, princess.” Sir’s deep voice carries through the hall.

“How may I serve you tonight, Sir?” She asks, her eyes still to the ground, palms on her knees turned upward. She hears the silky sweep of Sir loosening his tie and it falls to the floor, before feeling a calloused hand thread delicately through her hair. He takes her chin under his hand.

“You may look at me.”

She does. Even after a long, tiring day at work, he still looked wonderfully handsome. The slight stubble framed his granite strong jaw, dark hair cropped close and shining grey eyes that had always seen through her completely. Under that blaring gaze, she is rendered tongue-tied.

“You will serve me by taking my briefcase and my tie up to my study. Afterwards, you will join me in the living room.”

His eyes never leave hers as he speaks, confident and authoritative. A tingle of excitement washes over her and she fights the urge to smile at his command.

“Yes, Sir.”

The corners of his lips turn up slightly.

“Go on.” He says softly, and happily she does as her Sir has bid. She puts his briefcase by the chair in his study and neatly folds his expensive charcoal tie on the desk.

When she returns to the living room, soft jazz fills the air and the lights have been reduced to a warm, dim glow. Sir is standing by the vinyl player, top shirt buttons undone, sleeves rolled up his defined forearms with a glass of scotch in his hand.
He turns and his grey eyes slowly mill over her bare body. The slender chain sways in between her breasts from the collar.

“You’ve tidied and cleaned, I see.” He takes a another gulp of scotch, “You’ve done well. I’m impressed.”

She feels a triumphant heat flush rosy in her cheeks and her heart leaps happily. Sir liked a tidy home to come home to, so she made darn sure the place was spotless when he got back.

“Thank you, Sir.” She murmurs. He sits in the armchair he winds down in every evening. With an enticing stare, he pats his knee.

“Kneel by me.”

Her stomach flips. Without hesitation, she pads across the carpet and kneels at Sir’s feet and he takes the end of the chain in his hand. Fingers gently stroke through her hair again, guiding her head to rest on his knee. She hums a small sigh of contentment and stays there until the soothing, calming jazz song fades to an end.

“You’ve pleased me greatly tonight, princess,” Sir guides her chin to look at him. He flashes her that dazzling smile that always made her weak at the knees, “I promise to plan a good reward for you.”

Electricity sparks and flies through her system. Getting to please Sir in all things was what made her inexplicably happy.

“I’m always happy to please you, Sir.” A small smile touches her lips. Heat rises in her cheeks and she looks down bashfully.

Sir’s grey eyes beam gloriously as she kneels in between his legs. Taking her by the arms, he hoists her up and cups her face.

“Come here…” his gravelly voice rumbles before drawing her in to a passionate kiss.

 

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