you called sir...?

So, he's been working nights which means a change in routine, an alternative existence somewhere between waking and sleeping, working and longing.

But then a call this morning (my morning - his evening after 12 hours at the coal face) "I've bought you some underwear - I want you to come over so I can fuck you while you wear it." I didn't need asking twice. He clipped the stockings to the suspender belt, he gasped at the boots I was wearing, he was hard and naked within seconds. And boy did we fuck - over the kitchen chair, on the floor, in bed. All the time him saying "you look so fucking sexy, god you are hot" and me responding by being wet before he kissed me, by cumming as I rode him and looking at him in the eyes as he released his cum into me. We lay for a few minutes, breathing each other in, enjoying the sensation. I said to him "one of the things I love is that you never break your promises. When you say 'I need you now' that's exactly what you mean and nothing I say will change that." He looked at me, held my face and said, "because when I tell you what to do, then that's exactly what you will do or I will make you." And then, within minutes, he was hard again.

D/s without the BS. Perfection.