Stand A Chance

Her warm breath would press along his firm entity, her dainty figure paling in comparison to her lord's magnificence. She would wait a long moment, in wonderment as to what he had for her ears, her wishful mind begging to hear his melodious tones correct her ways. "Поскольку я жаждал ваш, мой лорд," she would whisper into the breadth of his neck, her tongue kissing the flow of his jawline. "Вы желаете иметь меня сегодня утром? Или я буду обеспечением ваше питание?" Her breath remained even as powdered eyes sought his own metallic gaze. Ready to turn for him she would do as was asked, delivering him the things he wanted had become her duty, her life, for she loved him so.