I know, you've been patient.

Waiting for me. Knees pressed into the cold, wooden floor. Eyes down, wrists locked behind your back.

Seeing your pretty mouth stuffed with a gag. That line of drool dripping from your chin? Almost as sexy as the drip I see between your thighs as it catches the light.

Seeing that tremor, the flinch that wracks through your petite shoulders and taught arms as I take a step closer.

My shoe clicking on the floor.

You know what's going to happen you long for it.

Another step closer.

I brush against you, I can smell you, the sweet scent of desperation. You squirm, impatient, always impatient.

You whimper like a bitch in heat and I can't help the devious smirk that crawls across my face. You'll never know, your eyes are turned down locked on the floor like a good girl, so good for me.

Another step.

I'm behind you, I wrap my hand in your hair and pull your head back. My breath is hot on your neck, I tell you to close your eyes. You do, of course you do. The only sound is a little mewl from behind your gag.

You twitch and flex as my shoe digs into your back. Cheek now pressed against the cold hard floor. Knees spread so I can see your beautiful wetness dripping. You were always a drippy mess when we did this.

I took my time, my fingers danced across your flesh, nails digging into the bare canvas of your upturned ass. Your ass shakes side to side, begging, pleading without words. I smile again, I can even feel my cock twitch with anticipation

I lift my hand in a long delicious arc, and finally it comes thundering down with a satisfying slap on your ass.

You shudder, involuntarily, craving more. Seeking the sweet release.

"Remember, good girls don't cum without permission, and I know you're a good girl."

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