Of all the places in his world, this was his favourite. He was naked but for the collar around his neck. His cheek rested against a leather-covered knee. The waft of cigar smoke circled his head. The aroma of brandy filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes and waited.
Strong fingers gently carded through his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. Fingers, oh so supple, that at times could cause deluges of ecstasy to run through his body. Fingers, when in sync with the firm hand they were attached to, at times could cause him pain or lift him to the heights he relished.
It had been a long day and he yearned for bed, but it was not his call. So here he patiently maintained a kneeling position like the good obedient sub he was. Well at least for this moment in time, he was.