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.
The End
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