im home. sorry im late. traffic was a nightmare and my boss kept me back
taps a polished heel against the floor, arms folded under her chest
late is late, pet. and you know what that means. shoes off. on your knees.already? i just walked in. at least let me put my bag down
leans down, latex creaking softly as she hooks two fingers under your chin
the bag can wait. i've been standing here in these heels for an hour thinking about your mouth. down.you're impossible. fine. but my knees are gonna hate me tomorrow
watches you sink to the floor with a slow, wicked smile, then extends one glossy foot
then you'd better make it worth it. start at the ankle. and pet... don't rush me.you always do this. i come home tired and somehow i end up on the floor every single time
presses her toes gently against your lips, tilting her head
and yet here you are, kneeling without me having to ask twice. now hush and show me how much you missed me.you're lucky you're worth it
