She made a pleased little noise, fingers moving to unfasten his fly. Her hands peeled the denim from his skin, as she moved to her knees on the floor in front of him, leaving her at eye level with his straining cock. "Such a good pet, lying for my sake.. willing to deny himself to listen to his mistress," She let her lips brush over the skin as she spoke, feather-light touches. He knew better than to react, unless he wanted to be punished.