The Blissful Place

She knelt next to his chair, her head bowed, her eyes closed, her hands resting on the smooth skin of her thighs. She was barely aware of the slight ache in her knees as she breathed softly, her attention focused on the soothing touch of his hand stroking her long hair.
She knew that if she looked up he would be reading. One leg crossed over the other, his right hand holding the e-reader as his left hand stretched out to softly caress her head, occasionally running his fingers through her hair, left loose and hanging softly round her shoulders.
This was one of the best times of the day. She could simply focus all her attention on Him, bask in his affection with no need to worry, no need to plan, no need to even think. Whether the moment lasted a few minutes or several hours, she knew she would remain happily close to him.
Her mind emptied and she felt blissfully complete, almost like being asleep even though she was awake.
His hand tightened in her hair and pulled back, raising her head and her eyes popped open to meet his. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he spoke in a quiet, deep rumble.
"Is my girl ok?"
She blinked, her brain slow to come out if its semi-conscious trance. She saw the soft look in his eyes, the pride of ownership, the caring, the love.
"Yes Sir, your girl is very happy here with you" her eyes lowered as she smiled shyly back at him.

She had been with him for only a short while and constantly found herself struggling with the intimacy of being owned. He demanded much. Nothing she didn't freely give, but that didn't make it easy having someone else knowing every intimate thought and feeling with no allowance for privacy of body or soul. Her blushing had always been the bane of her life and he seemed to relish bringing out the hot flush of embarrassment on her cheeks.
She felt his hand tighten in her hair as he pulled slowly but steadily down and back, forcing her to raise her head.
"Look at me, girl".
She quickly opened her green eyes and looked at into his brown ones. She could feel her cheeks flush as he dropped eye contact with her to sweep his gaze down her body as she knelt, naked before him. She could see his eyes full of pride, looking over his possession.
He smiled softly and tucked his e-reader into the space between the seat and the arm if his chair, turning a little towards her, his eyes still roving up and down her body, noticing her begin to tense as her cheeks flushed, more red by the moment.
Using the hand twisted in her hair he tugged her and pointing with his right hand indicated she should move to kneel in front of him.
She leant forward, palms now flat on the floor and crawled the few paces to manoeuvre herself to kneel again in front of him. His hand slipped from her hair and he dropped his foot from the thigh it was resting on, to place his feet wide enough apart for her to sit in between his knees. He pointed to the spot on the floor again.
She crawled forwards slightly. Completely conscious of the view he must have of her swinging breasts as she crawled. Reaching the place he had indicated she forced herself to sit up again, returning to her kneeling position.
"Straighten up, girl" he commanded softly.
She sharply straightened her back and lifted her chin slightly. She raised her eyes to his, biting her bottom lip slightly. His commands always made her heart beat a little faster and she wanted to obey, even though she was so aware of her exposed position and could feel wave after wave of embarrassment flowing through her.
He sat quietly watching her, waiting until her breathing slowed again and he saw her relax slightly.

He reached out and ran his right index finger down her left breast, just catching the nipple lightly with his nail, watching closely as it hardened instantly and his girl shivered ever so slightly. He smiled at her, pleased to see her eyes still focused on him.
"Arch your back"
She sat up a little straighter, her tummy flattening at the same time her breasts were pushed out to more prominence. Her eyes were fixed on his still but he could see the deep flush in her cheeks had started to spread down her neck. He knew how difficult this was for her and relished the obedience and submission she showed in her attempt to please him.
He reached out again with his right hand and pinched the pink nipple of her right breast, holding and pulling it out then twisting just slightly, before releasing. Both nipples peaked even more, tiny goosebumps appearing across her chest and upper arms.

She felt her nipples harden the instant he touched them. She found herself pushing her chest out even further, her back now arched as far as it allowed. She was still so conscious of his eyes on her, but couldn't seem to help her body's reaction. As he squeezed lightly and she felt her skin twist she let out a gasp. The sharp pain heightened her senses, her breasts tingling, a sharp jolt of electricity flashing through her abdomen.
Reaching out both hands he firmly pinched both nipples, his nails digging into the soft pink flesh, holding them tightly as she gasped and winced, but still pushed her chest forwards. He smiled at her as he released his grip and flattened his hands to cup his palms over her breasts, squeezing gently, then stroking his fingers over her skin. She let out a soft moan and closed her eyes briefly. He slapped across her right breast, causing her to yelp in shock and open her eyes abruptly.
”Eyes on me, girl.” He reminded.

He returned to softly stroking her breasts, eyes on hers constantly until she relaxed again, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now. She felt herself drift again, into that soothing place, the place where the real world faded and that blissfully safe place became her universe. Her attention only on Him, only on the soft touch of him on her skin, his scent swirling around her, his breath in her ears, the look of pride and love in his eyes. This was where she wanted to be. Where she needed to be. Where she longed to be. This place… her home.