MORNING RITUAL

Master sits in His wing-back chair, sipping coffee and thinking about the day ahead as He waits on His love. She steps from the bathroom, her hair falling in silky waves down her back. The scent of her perfume causes His heart rate to accelerate. He sits the cup on the chair side table, the coffee now forgotten.

She has His full attention, and she knows it. She steps to the bed, turning her back to Master as she unbelts the silk robe and lets it slide slowly down her back to puddle at her feet. She hears Him take a deep breath. She doesn't look at Master as she puts on the lacy lingerie that He chose for her. As she turns and sits on the bed, she gives Him that soft, sexy smile that's just for her Master.

Making a slow, sensual show of sliding the delicate thigh highs up her legs, she enjoys the gentle tease. His gaze becomes more intense and she knows He's hardening.

She stands and steps in front of Him.

'Kneel for me, Angel," He quietly commands. She slowly drifts to her knees between her Master's shiny dress shoes, her head bent.

A few heartbeats later, warm fingertips raise her chin. Her eyes lock with His.  Master gathers her hair and moves it so that it all flows over her left shoulder. He opens the drawer and pulls out the collar for today. Oh, her favorite. A sterling collar with a beautiful floral pattern, accented with gold.

The metal of the collar is cool against her throat, and goosebumps race across her skin when she hears the lock click closed.

'You belong to Me, Angel', he whispers.

His hands wrap around the collar, warming it and His mouth lowers to hers. His kiss is deep and devouring. Possessive.

We're going to be late … again.