No Messes Sir
Date: 12/19/2017, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Domination / Submission, Author: Siena, Source: sexstories.com
I look up from my position on the floor. I tilt my head like a puppy to focus on the footsteps outside my door. I know those footsteps, the steady and confident stride, to belong to my Sir. I smile and turn to face the door. I don’t put down my paints or brushes solely because I’ll make a mess and Sir doesn’t like messes. The door opens and Sir walks in with his arms open and a smile lighting up his handsome face. I squeal and drop my tools, quickly forgetting about messes and clean up afterwards. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. Sir easily takes me into his hold and keeps me close against him. I sit back and look at his elegant features. He looks at me with those deep brown eyes, seeing so deeply into me I can’t help but move onto a different part to avoid the intense stare. His lips slide into an easy smirk from his knowledge of what he can do to me by just looking at me. Those lips that have been so silent at work while mine were loud as a freight train passing by…His stubble adds a grown man quality to his tan 23 year old features. I know he isn’t young but surely 23 isn’t a stage of complete growth. His eyelashes are full and his eyes narrow slightly at me. I press my lips together and wonder what that look is for. He takes one of his large hands and wipes my cheeks. When he pulls his hand away, he shows me the bright pink paint that I smeared on my face accidentally. I drop my legs and he lets me stand on my own. I take a step back and lower my ...