Kaegan let out a shaky exhale of breath when his Mistress caressed his cheek, toes curling when she found approval with him. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered, preening under her touch. Kaegan couldn’t keep his mind from wandering further from tonight, to a hypothetical night when he’d walk in to find his Mistress finding pleasure in someone that wasn’t him, and he ached.
Biting back a whimper when his Mistress pulled away, Kaegan focused on the inherent submission of the position—the tenderness in his knees; stretch of his arms as he kept his hands behind his back; arch of his spine to keep his ass on display; the incessant throbbing between his legs, unable to keep himself from dribbling on the floor—and breathed a calm sigh before lowering his cheek to the floor again.
“N-no, Mistress,” his voice trembled, eyes fluttering closed.